A/N- I feel kind of proud of this idea...hmm...well, everyone, here I am with another Part! I'm going to have several parts to this story, definitely, I'm just not sure how many. Anyways, hope you enjoy :)
Chapter 2
Dean's Perspective
Soon after their silent car ride, Dean and Cas arrived at Denny's for breakfast, sliding into a booth to eat. They'd eaten quietly, having some conversation here and there, but other than that, Cas remained quiet. The two were both awkward around each other ever since Destiel was brought up, and Dean had noticed the instant change in his best friend's behavior. It wasn't like Cas to just ignore him like this.
"Cas, okay, what is going on?" Castiel looked up from his food, blue eyes meeting green. He had a fork full of pancake hovering inches away from his mouth as he looked at Dean.
"Nothing, Dean. Stop asking me that. I'm fine."
"Well, talk to me then. Usually right now we'd be making jokes about the waitress, or just anything."
"Well, maybe I'm just not in the mood, Dean." Cas said, continuing to eat his food.
"You usually are." Dean grumbled, shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth. Fine. If Cas was going to be that way, Dean was going to let him. But not without a fight. "You're an ass." Cas almost choked on his pancake.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Dean continued to eat, hiding a smirk as he looked up at Cas. Castiel just glared, flinging a piece of pancake at Dean, who laughed. "And that's the Cas I know and love." All of a sudden, a shriek was heard from nearby, the two focusing their gazes to a dark haired girl, standing next to a light haired girl. Their eyes were wide as they rushed to Cas and Dean, who in turn groaned.
"Oh my gosh! You're Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak!" The dark haired girl rushed. "Is it true that you two are together?" Dean let out a sigh.
"Look, sorry to break it to you, but Cas and I are just best friends, nothing more." When Dean looked at Cas, he could've sworn he saw his face fall, but ignored it when it lit up with a smile, giving a small nod.
"Yes, what Dean said. We are only friends." Castiel cleared his throat, setting his fork down, making a small clang as it hit his plate. The two girls nodded, a look of disappointment on their faces.
"Well, you two would be cute," the blonde spoke up. "My name's Jo. This is my friend Hannah." Jo smiled at the two, playing with her hair. Dean gave a nod, smiling.
"Well, we'd give our names, but you already know those." He chuckled. "Nice to meet you." Hannah beams, her eyes on Castiel, where they'd been the entire time the two girls were over there. Finally, she decides to talk.
"I love you guys so much. Oh, and- for the Q&A you'll be doing…" She handed Castiel a piece of paper, and then Dean. "You two can't read the questions to each other until the video. See you later." With that, the two walked off, leaving Dean and Cas with raised eyebrows.
"Well, um.." Dean cleared his throat. "That was interesting, wasn't it?" Castiel chuckles.
"Yeah, sure was. Look, Dean, I'm sorry I've been so quiet today, ignoring you. It's just…"
"It's just what?" Dean looked at Cas, waiting for him to talk more. "Look, you don't have to tell me. But, Cas- we're best friends. You can tell me anything, okay?" Cas nodded.
"Okay. I'm sorry, Dean."
"Don't be." Dean looked down at the small paper in his hands, stuffing it in his jeans pockets and looking at Cas. "Come on, let's pay for our food and then go shopping. Sound good?"
"Sounds good." Castiel smiled at Dean, and once they got the bill, the two paid and then headed out.
Castiel and Dean were no longer uncomfortable or in an awkward silence, or, at least for now as the two walked through aisles and aisles of clothing.
"Dean. Come on, you have enough flannel already." Cas huffed. If he had to look at more flannel in their shared closet, he was going to kick Dean out.
"Rule number one, Cas- you can never have enough flannel."
"Yeah, right. I don't have any and I'm surviving."
"You should wear some of my flannel for the next video!"
"What, why would I do that?"
"For the fans! And you'd look so cute." Dean winked as he looked through a rack filled with flannel. Cas blushed, sighing and rolling his eyes.
"Fine, whatever. But this means that one of these days, I'm forcing you to wear my trench coat out in public."
"Okay, public and a YouTube video are two different things."
"Not necessarily. Plus, you'd look so cute!" Cas mimicked, winking just as Dean had. Dean huffed, sending a playful glare Castiel's way.
"Oh, shut it." The man teased, smiling at Cas. After a few minutes, the two had a handful of flannel, Castiel groaning.
"Gosh, Dean, got enough clothes?"
"Nope." He joked. "I'm kidding. But hey, I need a different shirt for each video. Plus, some is for Sammy. Kid loves flannel more than I do."
"Is that even possible?" Dean told Cas to shut it for the millionth time that day, unable to hold back a grin as he watched Castiel. The way he walked when carrying four flannel shirts on hangers like it was a weight wearing down on him was absolutely adorable.
Wait, did I just say that?
Dean shook his head, chuckling, bringing Cas' attention to him.
"What do you find so amusing, Dean?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as they walked, only causing Dean to grin.
"Oh, nothing."
"Mhm, sure." Castiel smiled, looking at Dean. "Totally believing it, Winchester."
"Well believe it, Novak." Dean winked, and the two neared the cash register, paying for the shitload (as Castiel called it) of flannel and carrying it to the Impala, throwing the bag in the back.
Castiel's Perspective
"I swear Dean, you have enough flannel for like...fifteen families!" Castiel set the bag on the couch, sighing. "That thing is freaking heavy!"
"Hey, that's rude."
"It's clothing, Dean. It doesn't have feelings." Castiel rolled his eyes at him, leaning back in the couch and turning the television on.
"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?" Dean put his hands on his hips, Castiel looking up at him.
"Um..what does it look like? I'm watching tv."
"We need to start making our video." Cas huffed, looking at the clock. It was three in the afternoon.
"But, we don't have to post it until next week, we have six more days, Dean."
"So? I kind of want to post early. For some reason, I'm excited about this Q&A."
"Fine." Cas turned the tv off, getting up from the sofa and going to their filming room. They both get their phones out, Cas adjusting the camera to focus on the both of them, sitting down on the bed beside Dean. The video starts rolling.
"Hey!" Dean grins, "Welcome to Dean and Cas' Q&A." Dean looked over at Cas, who greeted the camera as well. "Ready, Cassie?" Castiel groaned at the nickname, nodding.
"Ready as I'll ever be. Okay, so we have a few questions pulled up already. And, for the first question. It's for Dean. winchesterpanic asks: What is Castiel like in bed?" Dean paused for a moment, looking at Cas, then towards the camera.
"Well, winchesterspanic, Cas is very good in bed. He sleeps quite peacefully, too. Almost like a baby." Dean winked. "Okay, next question. This is for you, Cas." His eyes scan the words, and he chuckles before reading. " shadowwolf asks: Hey, Cas...how do you get your hair to look like sex hair all the time?"
"I, um..I don't really try-" Castiel thought. "I just wake up like that, I guess."
"So…"
"Dean, don't you even."
"You could say…"
"Dean!"
"You woke up like this...flawless?" Castiel sighs, rolling his eyes at Dean and burying his face in his hands.
"Oh my God, Dean. I cannot believe you, just shut it." With that, they move onto more questions, answer each of them they find funny or amusing, sometimes serious topics. Eventually, Dean pulls the paper out of his pocket.
"Can't forget about these! Today at breakfast we ran into two girls, Jo and Hannah. Hannah gave us these papers. The paper I have is a question for Cas, and the paper Cas has is a question for me. Here goes nothing." Dean opens up the folded piece of paper, looking towards Cas. "Why..why haven't you confessed your love to Dean yet?" Castiel sucked in a breath, his cheeks going bright red. There was no way Hannah could actually know…
"I um, yes I love Dean, but as we've said before, we're friends. I love him as my best friend, nothing more." Saying those words pained Castiel, but he hid it with a light smile as he pulled out his paper. "And now for Dean's question." Cas gently unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning what it read before saying it out loud. "Okay. Dean...have you ever thought about kissing Castiel?" Dean's face went bright red, unable to hide it from Cas or the camera as he began to shake his head.
"Hell no. Yeah, Cas is amazing, but guys..I'm not gay." Dean takes a deep breath. "And neither is Cas. I understand that you all ship us together, but I'm sorry, it's just not happening." Dean set down his paper, looking at Cas. In that moment, he wondered if what he'd just said was the truth. Because, he couldn't tell. Everytime he looked into his best friends gorgeous eyes..he melted, and sometimes...Dean just didn't know how to handle it.
"Well," Castiel's voice broke Dean from his thoughts. "That's all for today's video! Hope you enjoyed, and if you want, you can leave suggestions for future videos in the comments below." Cas gave a grin, Dean flashing a wink to the camera as Castiel got up and stopped the recording.
"Dean.." Cas trailed off. Dean remained silent. "Dean, we need to talk about-"
"There's nothing to talk about, Cas." Dean snapped, cutting Castiel off. He stood up, grabbing the camera and going to the editing room. "And that's it."
"Dean-"
"Look, Cas, I'm honestly sick of our fans doing this. Sure, they can ship us, but they're practically forcing it on us."
"Why are you acting like this is my fault?"
"Just..Cas, I need some time alone. I"m going to edit the video. I'll see you later." Castiel sighed, nodding slowly.
"Alright. Holler if you need me." With that, Cas padded to the living room, sinking into the couch cushions and closing his eyes. His hand rested on the remote, but didn't do anything, his thoughts whirling. It was annoying. This wasn't Cas' fault that their fans were asking questions about them, and Dean was acting like it was. He huffed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at the wall. After several more minutes of just sitting on the couch, staring off into space, Cas finally got up, walking to the editing room, opening the door roughly. Dean shot around, looking at Cas.
"What the hell, man? Easy." Dean shot at him, only firing Cas up more.
"Look, Dean, we need to talk. And no, you can't just tell me that we'll talk later, or that it doesn't matter. Because you know what? I need to get this off my damn chest." Castiel walked further into the room, slamming the door shut. He had Dean's attention. "Don't act like the fans asking questions about our 'relationship' is my fault. Because, it's not. What? You think I made them do it? No, and neither did you. But I'm not blaming you." Castiel combed his fingers through his hair as Dean watched him, green eyes raking his body.
"I know, Cas.."
"No, I'm not done, Dean. Look- you are my best friend. And I love the freaking hell out of you, but you can be a real dick sometimes! So what they ask questions? Maybe they're just curious."
"Curiosity killed the-"
"Shut it, Dean. I don't want to hear it. What I'm saying is, we need to figure out what the hell is going on between us. Okay? And I don't want to hear you say 'I'm not gay' one more time. It's crap. And I'm not saying we date or whatever, I'm saying we give the fans a chance. And maybe...us in the process." Castiel muttered the last part, barely audible as his eyes meet Dean's, wide.
"I..Cas, I'm sorry, I-"
"No. It's fine. I knew you wouldn't care anyways, so-"
"No, I do care, Cas. I care about the fans, but I care about you more. What was that last part you said?"
"I uh, nothing. It was nothing." Dean raised an eyebrow, but shook his head.
"Alright. Look, we'll give the fans a chance. Okay? Like you said." Castiel nods.
"Okay, thank you, Dean."
"Yeah, no problem, buddy." There that word was. Buddy. Cas hated it when Dean called him that, it was basically a word that slapped Castiel in the face. Buddy was a word that told Cas that him and Dean were nothing but friends. And that's how it would always be.
A/N- woaaahh! Two chapters in one day ~ And they're both a pretty good length. Okay, so I'm going to try and update every day, if not every other day. If I don't post for a while, I apologize, I most likely have writers block, or no inspiration. Suggestions in the comments are always welcome, so feel free! :)
~Madi
