Castiel Novak and Sam Winchester are best friends in their senior year. While he's staying for dinner at Sam's, Cas complains to Sam as to why he hasn't introduced him to his big brother yet. Because damn, Dean Winchester is fine. Things get interesting as the stays at the Winchester household increase.
Castiel Novak chucked the Xbox controller off the bed and it landed on the floor. He ran his hand through his hair and huffed a sigh of upset.
"Okay, how did you rig them this time?" He asked with a grin playing on his face.
"Oh come on, Novak, just accept that I'm better than you." Sam, the best friend, set his controller down on the nightstand and snagged a Cheeto from the bag laid out on the bed. He then uncrossed his legs and went over to his desk.
Sam opened the drawer to reveal a magazine, the only kind to be found in a teenagers room, hidden.
"I got issue 34." He then hopped back on the bed. Sam opened to the first page to reveal a woman in tight fitting, scandalous clothing. Castiel squirmed and looked around the room, avoiding the model in front of him.
Would now be the time to tell him? He thought. Sam was enticed in the pictures that he didn't register his best friends obvious displeasure.
"Sam there's something I wanna tell you..." Cas trailed off. Sam noticed the hesitation in his voice. The nervous tone in the room increased as Sam folded the mag closed and looked at Cas.
"Sure Cas, anything." Sam said. He looked up at Castiel and gave him a reassuring smile. Cas hasn't even told his parents yet about such a secret and he's scared of Sam's judgment on the matter. "Go ahead." Sam reassured.
Cas looked at his fingers and then up at Sam. How do I put this?
"I-well... I'm g-" Castiel was cut off with the bedroom door sweeping open. Only for Dean, Sam's big brother, to swoop in and lean on the frame.
His wolfish smile made Cas melt. His strong and edgy build made his nethers quiver. Dean cast a look at Cas and his eyes lingered, softening.
"Oh hey, Cas. I didn't know you were here." Dean had never been introduced to Cas before, that's what made this moment all the more inciting. He smiled wider at him and his eyes trailed down lower, resting on his crotch until, once he knew he was caught staring, shifted to the porno mag on the bed.
"Skin mags, really Sammy?" Dean walked over and picked it up. Sam squirmed and reached to take it back, but his actions were frivolous. "And this is dads favorite issue?" Dean's mouth lay open.
"Come on Dean, give it back... it's not like you'll get a hard on anyways." With Sam's words lingering in the air, Cas's mouth was agape, waiting for Dean's response.
Dean stared daggers at his younger brother. He glanced at Cas and winked. He then resumed to take Sam and wrap his shaggy head in his bicep, and fling him off the bed. Once on his feet, Sam went for a left hook, but Dean twisted his younger brother in a full nelson. Sam somehow managed to get Dean in a leg lock but Dean, being much stronger and wiser got out just as quick.
Cas sat on the bed in awe at the bonding these two had together. Not everyone can say they have a relationship like that with their brothers. Especially Castiel.
Dean hopped up off the floor with a grunt. Sam followed suit and held onto his desk chair for support, which didn't offer much considering it was a rolly.
"Mom say's it's time for dinner." Dean huffed. "Get you skinny ass down there before she flips a bitch." He glanced at Cas, once again, and threw a wink... once again. That small gesture made Cas all the more in love with him. He's only seen him four or five times, picking Sam up from school, around the house, once he saw him at the community pool with some other guy. God does Dean look good shirtless and wet...
"Cas come on, you have to have my moms salmon it's heavenly." Sam insisted.
Not as heavenly as the god standing in your doorway. And with that thought, the three shuffled down to dinner. Where Mr. and Mrs. Winchester awaited and Dean sat across from Cas, throwing smirks and staring half the time.
It was the seventh smile, yes Cas counted, that got the 12th grader thinking. Is it possible he likes me back?