It isn't easy to practice with an attractive guy watching you. And, God, is Castiel Novak attractive. Bright blue eyes, lip ring, and abs (thank god he and Dean have gym together). Maybe Dean was overthinking it, but he was pretty sure that Castiel was there for him. If he wasn't he really needed to stop staring. The game was Friday and Dean had to practice.
It was hard to focus on anything but Castiel; the way he licked and bit at his lips, the way he fidgeted with his hands. Paying too much attention to these details, he ran straight into the boy's brother, Gabriel. Dean tripped, tumbling backwards and barely managing to catch himself on the nearby bleachers. He looked up at Gabriel apologetically, but his gaze was quickly averted. He could hear Castiel laughing from where he stood.
He shot a stern look in his direction. Castiel stopped laughing, only to smile at Dean smugly, wink, and go back to laughing when Dean's face reddened.
The rest of practice continues as normal and, before Dean knew it, it was time to head to the lockers. Once Dean finished there, he found Castiel leaning against the doorframe- waiting for him. He scowled at him and kept walking, wishing to avoid conflict of any kind.
Then, there was a hand on his shoulder and he was being turned to face the smug-looking senior.
"Hey there, pretty boy. Practice go well?" Castiel practically purred. Dean scowled and tried to move from the grip on his shoulder. He was held still.
"Aw, Sweetheart, what's the rush? I just wanted to talk." He paused. "I was hoping that maybe we could do more, though. I hear you're a sucker for blue eyes."
Dean swallowed thickly. He gave Castiel a once-over, eyes dancing from lips to chest, from chest to thighs, from thighs to feet, and from feet to eyes. He frowned.
"Are you insulting me?" he questioned, "Because I know a lot of rumors about my relationships get around, and, yeah, some of them are true, but that doesn't mean I'm some kind of whore, Novak." He pulled out of Castiel's hold and practically reached his dad's car before the other boy caught up.
"I wasn't insulting you, Dean. I was simply asking if you were interested in having sex with me. There's a difference." There was a slight pause before Dean stopped, turning to face Castiel with a glare.
"Screw you, piercings. Just because I came out doesn't mean I want to sleep with every guy I meet. I don't need anyone else giving me shit about coming out."
Castiel chuckled lowly. "You think I was kidding?" he asked, stepping closer to Dean.
Dean swallowed thickly again. Castiel raised his hand slowly, placing against Dean's cheek. He ran his hand across Dean's cheekbone and Dean could barely hold his eyes open. A few seconds and the sensation had his eyes fluttering closed and him leaning into the touch.
"I have a thing for popular boys," he murmured, "I like breaking them, like seeing them vulnerable and down on their knees for me. I like making pretty boys like you tell me what they want me to do to them- in vivid detail. I make them admit that- even if they think I'm a freak- they like me."
Dean whined softly. He felt vulnerable. Breathing out a soft, "please," he opened his eyes slowly. He looked at Castiel with curiosity-filled eyes.
And, just like that, Castiel was pulling away from Dean. He winked and called out a, "See you later, Winchester," as he climbed into his brother's car.