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"Destiel? What the hell is Destiel?" Dean had a confused look on his face as he stared at the computer screen.
"I, um…" Cas cleared his throat. "Apparently it's a 'ship' name."
"A what?"
"A ship name, as in people ship us together."
"Okay, what the hell is a ship?"
"Like...people see us as a couple, or something. I think-" At that, Dean scoffed.
"A couple? Don't they know we're just best friends? And not gay?"
"It doesn't seem to matter, Dean…oh, look- apparently they've made fanart." Castiel clicked on a link, and when the image appeared, Dean's green eyes widened.
"Okay, that's all for now."
Dean and Cas are both very famous Youtubers, both known for their silly videos together. They've known each other for several years since a collab they did together, and since then decided to make their own channel together. The two are famous worldwide, with a large fanbase, and many who have shown to 'ship' the two very close friends. After a while of knowing about the ship, called 'Destiel', the two begin to play with their fans a little. Doing fun games over their channel during videos, only edging the shippers on. All goes crazy when one day, Dean and Cas both find tweets daring the two to do "The Kissing Challenge", a challenge where you have to put a flavor of chapstick on your lips, kiss the other person, and they have to guess what it is. The two Youtubers are known to not let their fans down, and they definitely won't this time. But what happens when the two best friends end up falling in love?
A/N- This idea randomly occurred to me as I laid in my bed, thinking of ideas for my other Fanfiction that I'm writing the first chapter of currently. I've decided to put that one on hold and work on this one. Anyway, I hope that you guys like this fanfiction, and feel free to share with friends :) Also, if you want to comment ideas, feel free. I'm open to suggestions. xD
Chapter 1
Dean's Perspective
"Dammit, Cas, not again!" Dean fell back onto the bed, Castiel beside him as they recorded their video for that week. He shook with laughter, sitting up with his eyes crinkled, looking over at Cas with green eyes shining. Dean looked towards the camera, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I'm telling you...where did I get this one?"
"eBay, remember?" Cas asked with a cheeky grin, only causing Dean to laugh harder.
"Dude, that wasn't even funny!"
"Why are you laughing then?" This earned Castiel a playful punch to the shoulder.
"Oh, shut it." Dean rolled his eyes, looking to the camera once again. "Well guys, that's all for this week's video. I'm sorry about Cas here's behavior. Anyway, next week we're doing a Q&A, so hit us up on twitter with some questions using the hashtag, #HashtagAskDeanandCas." Dean gave his signature grin, followed with a wink before getting up to stop the video. "I can't believe you."
"What?!" Castiel asked innocently, blinking.
"You grabbed my crotch three times in the entirety of that video!" Dean said with a laugh.
"What, did I make you uncomfortable?"
"You're a dork."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Shut it. I bet it's on the video." A chuckle escaped Dean's lips.
"Let the fans see our amazing friendship." Cas got up from the edge of the bed, sticking his tongue out at Dean who just rolled his eyes in return.
"Fine." He huffed, unable to contain more laughter. Dean then grabbed the camera off of it's stand, walking to the computer room as he plugged the camera into the computer. "Come on, Cas! Video editing."
"Just one minute, Dean. I am posting to Twitter." Dean sighed as the video came up, going through it. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out, a notification from Twitter. Castiel had tagged him in a post.
'New video coming out today...let's just say deanwinchester can't keep his hands to himself.'
Castiel walked into the room with a smirk, and Dean groaned.
"Two can play at that game.." Dean smirked, quickly replying to Castiel's tweet.
' castielnovak I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure it was you who kept grabbing my crotch.' Dean hit post with a smirk still on his face, and Cas just rolled his eyes, plopping down in the seat next to Dean.
"Let's just get to editing, you idiot."
A few hours later, the video was up, and Cas snickered as he scrolled through the replies on their tweets earlier on their laptop. Dean walked over, his eyes scanning the screen. A certain word caught the man's attention.
"Destiel? What the hell is Destiel?" Dean had a confused look on his face as he stared at the computer screen.
"I, um…" Cas cleared his throat. "Apparently it's a 'ship' name."
"A what?"
"A ship name, as in people ship us together."
"Okay, what the hell is a ship?"
"Like...people see us as a couple, or something. I think-" At that, Dean scoffed.
"A couple? Don't they know we're just best friends? And not gay?"
"It doesn't seem to matter, Dean…oh, look- apparently they've made fanart." Castiel clicked on a link, and when the image appeared, Dean's green eyes widened.
"Okay, that's all for now." He immediately closed the laptop, going into the kitchen to find something to eat, Cas soon following after him.
"Huh. So, I guess people ship us then…"
"Yeah, guess so. It's not happening, though." Dean grumbled, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
"I..never said it was, Dean. But, let the fans ship us if they'd like."
"What? Why? That's ridiculous. And that...fanart, I did not need to see." With that, Castiel let out a sigh.
"Look, Dean. We might not agree with it, but we can't stop our fans, okay? Just let them do whatever. We won't let it get to us." He placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. Dean's eyes move to Cas' hand, gently shrugging off his shoulder, popping the cap of the beer off.
"Fine, I guess." Dean took a drink of the beer, going to sit at the table. "I can't say it won't bother me sometimes. I just don't want this 'ship' to get out of control and ruin our friendship, ya know?" Castiel nods.
"Yeah, I get it, Dean. I won't let it." Cas then grabs a bottle of water, going to sit across from Dean.
"So….you think that we'll get any questions?"
"Cas, we always do. This time won't be any different." He took another swig of beer, looking down at the table.
"Yeah, I suppose."" Cas chuckled, checking Youtube on his phone. So far in half an hour, they had over one hundred thousand views, ten thousand likes and over one hundred comments.
"Any mentions of Destiel in there?" Dean asked, taking another drink.
"Yes, quite a few. It's my fault," he let out a breathy laugh. "For grabbing your crotch so many times." Just then, an idea occurred to Dean.
"Ya know...let's play with their heads a little-" He stated.
"What do you mean?"
"We could play with the shippers heads..maybe get 'em to stop shipping us." Dean shrugged, finishing off his beer. "Dunno, it was just a thought."
"No, maybe it could work. What would we do though?"
"Well, like today with you grabbing my crotch, I guess we could do what could be considered 'flirtatious' things."
"Dean, that will only edge them on." Castiel watched him, taking a drink of water.
"Well...it could be fun anyways?"
"Fine- whatever. Plus, we usually do things they consider flirtatious anyways." Dean chuckled in response.
"Damn right we do." He stood up, tossing the beer in the trash and going over to the fridge to grab another.
"Dean, are you sure you want to be drinking so much tonight? We have things to do tomorrow."
"Like what-?" Cas shrugged.
"I don't know, I was hoping to maybe go out. Just have some fun. Can't do that with a hangover."
"Dude, it's only my second beer." Dean scoffed, going to sit down again with it.
"Right. And it takes you forever to get drunk. Whatever, Dean." Castiel rolled his eyes, taking a drink of water. "You should drink water, like me. Be healthy."
"I am healthy!" Dean laughed. "I drink water, I'm just not drinking it now."
"Yeah, whatever-" Cas teased, scrolling through twitter. "Hm...there's some people who are wanting us to do the Kissing Challenge."
"Cas, no way."
"We won't. Don't worry. We'll play with their heads and see if it works." He grins, getting up and setting his water bottle on the table, checking the clock. "It's ten o'clock now, I'm going to get some sleep." Cas headed to the bedroom they shared, it was rather spacey with two well sized beds inside, along with a bookshelf and a desk. Meanwhile, Dean sat in the kitchen, soon finishing off his beer before following Cas upstairs. Castiel had pulled his shirt off, back turned to the door as he slid his shirt on over his head. Dean just left to stare, blinking himself out of his haze after a minute. Soon, Castiel turned around, offering a smile to Dean who moved to the bed.
"You look tired, Dean." He said, moving over to Dean, who nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I am. This day's been...crazy." Dean chuckled nervously. God, it was just a ship but it was getting to his head. Every movement Cas made towards Dean felt awkward and weird, and he tried hiding it.
"It sure has." Castiel replied, his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Don't worry, tomorrow will be different." He smiled softly, pulling Dean into a hug. Dean couldn't help but lean into the hug, closing his eyes as he rested his head on Cas' shoulder.
"Goodnight, Cas.." He murmured. God, this man was his best friend. He shouldn't feel awkward around him. Dean pulled away from the hug, moving to his bed and grabbing his pajama pants, sliding his shirt off and unzipping his jeans. Cas was now in bed, eyes closed and Dean took this moment to pull his pants down and slip into his pajama pants. He stayed without a shirt, crawling into bed and closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
Castiel's Perspective
Castiel slowly opened his eyes, sitting up in bed. His head moved to the clock, eyes landing on the time. It was only one in the morning. Cas looked towards Dean, still fast asleep on his bed, sighing as he reached towards his phone on the bedside table. There were many new comments on their videos, and Castiel took this time to scroll through them, maybe replying to some. There were several that talked about Destiel, some even said that Dean and Cas were secretly together, or that they were in love but not together yet. Cas sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. Half of what they were saying was true. After many years, Castiel had begun to fall in love with his best friend. While, on the other half, Dean didn't return his feelings, and, Castiel had never told him. Hell, Dean even thought that Cas was as straight as a ruler. He sighed, replying to a comment that said:
'omg, you two are so cute!'
There was a slight smile on his face as he replied.
' kaylawinchester1 well thank you. We appreciate that. :) but, we are not a couple. I just think we need to clear that up.'
"Sadly…" Cas muttered, shutting his phone off and placing it back on the bedside table, rolling over in the bed and letting out a long sigh. He knew that things were going to get seriously crazy around here.
"Cas! Cas- wake up!" Castiel woke up that morning to Dean shaking him, a grin on his face as he stood shirtless above him. He opened his eyes slightly, rolling over on his stomach and groaning.
"Hmph." Cas muttered into the pillow. After a few seconds, he felt hands on his waist, resting there for a few seconds before pulling Cas off of the bed. "Hey!" He shouted, Dean's hands still on his waist as he pulled him off, laughing. Castiel fell to the floor with a light thud, looking up into Dean's green eyes. "You're a dick."
"But I'm you're dick."
"Okay, please don't say that again-"
"Yeah, I definitely won't be." Dean let out a nervous laugh, helping Castiel up. Once up, Cas punched Dean gently in the shoulder. He couldn't help but feel as though Dean's hands were still on his waist, looking down only to realize they were on his waist.
"D..dean?" Cas looked up at him, Dean smirking. "What are you doing?"
"You uncomfortable yet?"
"I, um- I guess, yeah." Castiel tried to ignore the feeling of Dean's warm hands against him, before grabbing his hands and pulling Dean away. "You're not helping."
"Helping what?"
"Destiel."
"What? We're not on camera."
"Well, you're not helping me." At that, Dean raised an eyebrow but didn't question Castiel any further, walking with him downstairs to the kitchen.
"So um, what are we doing today?" Dean asked, looking over at Cas and clearing his throat.
"I don't know," Cas shrugged. "Maybe go out to eat something for breakfast, shop."
"Sounds like a plan." Came Dean's reply as he walked to the couch in the living room, grabbing his jacket and sliding it on. "We going now?" Castiel responded with a nod, grabbing his trenchcoat and putting it on.
"Let's go." He said, smiling at Dean before opening the door. The two walked out, Dean after Cas, both of them walking to the Impala. Castiel had his own car, but they always used Dean's when they went out.
"Wanna listen to music?" Dean glanced at Cas as they drove down the road. Castiel looked at him and shrugged.
"Sure."
"Man, what's up with you this morning?"
"Nothing-?" Cas raised an eyebrow. "I'm fine. Why?"
"You've just...not been acting like yourself. You're being more short with me."
"Well, I'm sorry you pulled me out of bed. You'd be grumpy, too."
"Oh, whatever."
"You're such an assbutt."
"Assbutt?" Dean chuckled.
"Yes. Assbutt." Castiel said in response, looking out of the window and crossing his arms.
"You are the weirdest person I know, Cas. I swear, one of these days we need to make a video entitled: "Cas' Terrible Insults" and just talk about all the insults and names you've called me." Castiel rolled his eyes at that, unable to contain a small laugh.
"Oh, whatever." He grinned, looking at Dean, who's eyes were on the road. Cas continued to watch Dean, smiling softly. Dean was...beautiful. The way the sunlight reflected in his ivory eyes, how his eyes crinkled when he smiled or laughed. Dean turned his head for just a second, his eyes landing on Cas.
"Cas?" His voice brought Cas out of his haze.
"Yeah?"
"You're staring."
"Oh...sorry." He apologized, looking back out the window, a light blush creeping to his cheeks that he managed to hide.
"Nah, it's fine. What were you thinking about?"
"Destiel." Cas replied honestly, still looking out the window. "And how..I don't want it to ruin our friendship. I think-"
"You think what, Cas?"
"Nothing. Never mind. It's all...nothing." Although, to Cas, it wasn't nothing. The man was still in love with Dean, had been for around two years now.
And I can't stop loving him…
No matter how hard I try, I just- can't.