A/N: Long chapter guys I really hope you enjoy :3
After dinner, Cas helped the brothers clear the table while Mr. Winchester resided in his brown lounge chair in front of the TV while watching baseball. Mrs. Winchester sat next to him in her white lounge chair with a purple crocheted afghan over it, and she started a new crochet project - matching leg warmers.
Dean hustled up the stairs and to his room. Cas looked at Sam and tilted his head, his way of asking a question.
"Dean runs up after dinner everyday to go call his boyfriend, Aaron." Upon hearing this, Cas' shoulders sunk lower. Sam then guided him up to his room and they got ready for bed. Castiel laid out his sleeping bag and Sam got blankets and pillows to make him more comfortable on the ground.
When Cas' bed was ready, he hopped up on the bed with Sam and they played some more games on the TV. Halo, Bioshock, Battle Field; the like... they were just finishing their ass kicking game of BF3 when they heard a loud yell come from the room next door.
Sam's parents must have been asleep because they didn't say or do anything. Once they're out, they're out for the night. Sam said once.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, AARON?!" It was Dean's voice, and Cas was brutally scared for Aaron on the other line.
"S-sam?" The younger boy was asked.
"They're fighting, again, just ignore it. He'll probably hangup on him anytime now." Sam reassured, and they went back to playing.
He didn't hangup.
"AARON THAT IS BULLSHIT! HOW THE HELL COULD YOU DO THAT?! DONT USE THAT "CONNECTION" SHIT ON ME YOU'RE A LIAR. A BULLSHITTING, TWO-FACED, CHEATING, LIAR!" Dean sounded honestly mortified, disgusted, and depressed all at once. Cas looked at Sam, who, was staring at the wall.
Sam looked at Cas with real fear, he was terrified. Cas didn't know what to do, Sam was never this scared, Sam was the brave one. He never, never got scared and Cas counted on that. Now what?
"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! THAT'S IT! I CANT BELIEVE YOU! I GAVE YOU ANOTHER CHANCE AND YOU PROMISED - YOU PROMISED AARON - THAT YOU WOULDN'T FUCK IT UP!-"
"Sam-"
"Sh."
"BUT YOU DID!" You could hear the thumping of Dean pacing the floor. "DON'T YOU DARE- ME? ACCUSE ME?!"
Sam was holding on so hard the his controller, his knuckles turned white. Cas sat there, motionless, scared and confused. He's only seen Dean a couple times, but he knows this much: he's hot as hell, he is really funny, he's apparently gay, according to Sam, and he has a boyfriend... who he fights with, a lot.
Sam turned to him with a gleaming smile on his face. Happy, why are you happy?!
"Why are you smiling?" Cas asked.
"Almost, Cas we're so close to-" Sam whispered.
"THAT'S IT! THAT'S FUCKING IT! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE, AARON! YOU ARE BULLSHIT! YOU'RE FULL OF IT!"
"Three little words" Three little words? What the hell does that mean?"
"WE ARE DONE. WE ARE OVER. I HATE YOU." Oh...
Sam let out a relieved sigh, I guess he's been waiting to hear that for a while... Cas thought. Cas knew that with all this commotion he's been avoiding what he's been meaning to tell Sam this whole time. He just hasn't had the opportunity to say it... at this point he doesn't know if he ever will. Cas looked around the room, at the gun posters and the collection of knifes set on the rack. He could tell they were cleaned endlessly and well cared for. Sam's an eagle scout, so Cas figured he must've gotten them from being such a good scout and making all his ranks... of course.
There was the door, blue, and the walls were coated in a accented green. The walls were coated in posters and papers with pictures. Some of Jess, Sam's girlfriend, some of his family. There were even a couple of Cas. Like that time Cas got three french fries stuck up his nose. There was the Junior camping trip they went on with Cas' brothers Gabe and Luke, his sister Anna and Meg, Ash and Adam. He has some pictures with Dean, there's one on the desk with fireworks. One with his brother, Cas assumes, at Christmas time. Sam holding up a barbie and Dean with a... necklace?
It wasn't long until there was a silent knock at the door, and it wasn't until now that Cas noticed Sam at the foot of the bed where his trunk is. He was pulling out a blanket. He laid the blanket out on the bed and went to the door. He looked at Cas and nodded his head for Cas to scoot over.
Sam walked over and opened the door, a red faced, tear stricken, red eyed, 20 year old Dean Winchester stood at his door.
"S-sammy..." He whispered. Sam opened the door and Dean sat on the foot of the bed. Cas offered him some cheetos, and Dean took them willingly.
"What the hell did he do now?" Sam knew it was a pointless question, given he heard the full blown bitch fit between the two.
"He cheated. With... Michael." Dean spit out the name like it was poison.
"Michael?!" Cas blurted. He was floored.
Dean nodded his head and Cas got the most bizarre look from the brothers. Cas was frantic - what if his parents found out? What the hell would happen to him?! He'd be kicked out!
"Something you wanna share with the rest of the class Nova-" Sam stopped at the realization. "No. No it can't be that Michael." Sam turned to Dean. "What's the fucks last name?"
"Hey..." Cas whispered, because hell, he knew the guy. Personally.
"Novak." Dean replied.
"Ah shit. Mom and Dad are going to kill him... he hasn't even told me yet jeez... Shit shit fu-" Cas was mumbling when his phone rang, interrupting him.
It took all the might he had to answer it. He tried to ignore it but the big white letters of "MIKE" shown bright at him.
"Mike what the fucking hell?!" Cas said into his mobile. Dean, realizing what the fuck is going on, wanted to take Cas' phone and scream at the asshole on the other end. Sam stood there, flippant on what to do. He decided that he needed to coax Dean out of his emotional state and left the room for some supplies downstairs.
"Michael why the hell- HE KISSED YOU! THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Cas yelled. "Mike, the only one you need to convince is Mom and Dad. They're not the ones who found the mags in your room. No-YEAH the GAY ONES. No it was Gabe's- YOU KNOW WHAT! COMPLAIN TO HIM IF YOU WANT BECAUSE I'M BUSY!"
Cas wanted to throw his phone across the room, but his brother on the other end kept blaring at him.
"Michael, it's not even going to be that bad just TELL THEM THE TRUTH." He took a sigh, it's going to take all his willpower to tell his brother this. "If you do I will too..." He closed his eyes but opened them to the face of one Dean Winchester, gripping the sheets and staring.
"Yeah Mike I-I am too..." Dean looked at Cas for a while, finally catching his drift, "For like three years now, what about you? Was it when you made out with Aaron or did the porno mags give it away?!" Cas was irritable.
"You tell anyone I swear Michael worse things will happen than just Mom and Dad finding out about what you did." And on that note, Cas hung up the phone.
Dean scooted closer than before and Cas got... infatuated. He never looked at Dean this long, never seen his beautiful, ash tree green eyes. The powder brown and gold hair with the sprinkled freckles across his nose. His sweet rosy lips that were so, so... close.
"You're... gay?" Dean asked.
"Um... yeah?" Cas answered. "I figured you were too, based on the conversation that took place... and based on you checking me out before."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I wasn't-"
"Up and down and then laid eyes on the prize I'm not oblivious."
"What can I say? I like what I see." Dean retorted. He gave Cas a wry smile and got up to check out Sam's desk. He filed through to find the other two issues that their Dad ordered two months ago. How Dean knows of this, Cas won't ask. "Horny little bastard won't have the guts to just ask me to buy em for him, but he'll steal from our Dad."
Cas took this time as an opportunity to give Dean the up and down check out. He stayed a little on his lower back, and Cas feels genuinely sorry for Aaron. Why the hell would anyone want to cheat on Dean? He's so funny and attractive. Who in their right mind would want to hurt him?
"So have you told Sam yet?" Dean said, interrupting Cas' thoughts.
"Wh-what?" Cas dazed.
"About you liking dick." Dean looked up from the magazine and while sticking his tongue out, folded the disgusting thing and set it on the desk. He moved off from the desk he was leaning on and plopped on the bed. He looked Castiel in the eyes and smiled shyly.
So confusing... and... beautiful...
Just then, as if on Que, Sam strolled in with three spoons and four tubs of Ben and Jerry's. Dean's eyes softened and rolled at the sight of the ice cream.
"Sammy I don't need-" Dean started but was stopped by an abrupt hand in his face.
"Dean, please, I've been through this cycle before you're getting ice cream." Sam handed him a pint of mint and a spoon. Cas received rocky road and Sam gave himself the cookie dough. They all sat down together, Dean in the middle of the bed, and played video games for some time.
It was two hours later that Sam fell asleep on the bed and Dean and Cas were playing Microsoft Forza Motorsport 4 and Dean's ass was getting kicked, on a virtual level.
"Again?! Come on Cas! Cut me some slack!" Dean dropped the controller and took a scoop of the shared the chocolate chunk. Cas took a spoonful himself and giggled.
"Chill out Winchester, just admit, I'm better than you!" Cas joked. He took a sip of his soda and smiled. He turned to Dean who was, already, smiling back.
"Guy gets his heart broken and you can't show any bit of love?" Dean elbowed him and gave him his signature wolf smile.
"I might be able to show..." He looked at Deans lips and stared, "...some love..." Cas whispered.
Dean looked into the blue orbs in front of him. He smiled a little, and then is faltered when he leaned in and brushed his lips against Cas'. He barely even felt them, until Cas reciprocated and deepened the kiss.
Wait. This isn't right. I hardly know him... this is my BEST FRIENDS brother! I can't do this. This isn't okay I can't- I shouldn't...
"Dean." Cas pulled back.
"I know..." He whispered back. Cas rested his head against Dean's chest. He sighed and nibbled a little at the spoon of ice cream. "I'm sorry I-"
"No, no... trust me it was... awesome... it's just, you're my best friends older brother and I haven't even told Sam yet. Or my parents..."
"Then tell them. Tell Sam. I can do it if you want me too." Dean snaked his arm around Cas and the younger boy snuggled closer to him. Cas liked it, this. Them. He ate some more of his ice cream and turned the Xbox off via controller. Dean kissed the top of Cas' head and Cas smiled.
"You just broke up with Aaron." He said, realizing how bad this really is.
"And I've wanted to kiss you for a long ass time... hell, even before Aaron." Dean smirked, and Cas looked up at Dean, unsure. "I'm serious! Cas you're really hot. I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend." Dean complimented.
"Having a boyfriend would mean I'd have to tell my parents. I can't... do that." Cas sighed.
"You know what? Let's do this, if you come over... Sunday night, you guys don't have school Monday, and we can... hang out... Sam has a date with Jess and we can just... you know..." Dean trailed off.
"Make out?"
"Generally, yes."
"It's a date then."
The lights then went off and Cas cuddled up to Dean. Dean leaned in to kiss Cas on the forehead, and Cas smiled. They went to sleep and Dean left the room before Sam woke up, as if nothing happened the night previous.
