"He's what?"
"He's moving in with me. The guy has no place to go right now."
Dean pulled the phone away from his ear when Sam started laughing hysterically. He glared at his cell for a moment before bringing it back to his ear.
"What the hell is so funny?" Dean growled into the phone.
"You…and Cas…living together? Oh this should be good." Sam gasped, breathless from laughing.
"So? What's so fucking hilarious about that?" Dean was starting to get pissed at his little brother and thought momentarily about hanging up on him, but he was too curious to do that. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder so he could look under the hood of a customer's car. He figured he might as well try to work while Sam was controlling his laughter.
"I mean, the two of you are. . ." Sam stopped talking abruptly. "What I meant to say is that you two will probably end up killing each other. Cas likes order and routine while you on the other hand strive on spontaneity and chaos."
"Well, I think we'll make great roommates. Like you said, I need a little order and he needs a little chaos. It will work out fine."
Sam chuckled. "If you say so, Dean. When does he move in?"
"He actually moved in last night. Luckily when we picked up his things, Meg-a-bitch was at work, so we were able to get the rest of his stuff."
Dean walked away from the car, knowing he couldn't do any serious work while still on the phone. He grabbed a rag to wipe his hands and leaned against the car.
Sam was silent for a moment and then in a more somber voice, "How's he dealing with the break-up?"
"He'll be okay. You know, this is the first time in a while that we have both been single at the same time. This is going to be awesome! Maybe tomorrow night I'll take him to a strip club…"
Sam's groan was clearly audible over the phone. "No, come on Dean. That's not what he needs. You forget that he's my friend too and I know he hates that kind of stuff."
"I think it will be good for him. A few drinks, some half naked chicks. It's perfect for him."
"Perfectly horrifying for him, you mean."
Dean sighed into the phone. "Just wait and see Sammy. When you come home next month, Cas will be a new man by living with me."
Sam snickered. "Poor Castiel."
When Sam hung up the phone with Dean, he sat at his desk, books scattered all around him. He was in the middle of studying for finals when Dean interrupted him. He stared down at his phone, contemplating whether he should call Jo or not.
Studying could wait another few minutes.
He dialed Jo's number and waited for her to pick up.
"I'm sorry but I believe you have the wrong number." Jo said as a way of greeting.
"Hi, Jo." Sam smiled into the phone.
"Wait, you meant to call me? I'm shocked because when I saw Sam pop up on my ID, I thought to myself, he couldn't possibly be calling me because that little fucker hasn't called me in almost a month!"
"You know that goes both ways, right? Or did you lose the ability to dial a number?" Sam laughed.
"Okay, okay, I'm guilty also. So, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you had…"
"Hey! Watch where you're going, asshat! You almost hit Ash with a two by four!"
". . .a minute." He finished weakly.
"Sorry about that, Sam. Hold on." Sam could hear Jo telling her crew to stop and take a break.
"Okay, I'm all ears."
"I know you know about Cas, but have you talked to Dean since you left his place last night?" Sam asked.
"No, did something happen?"
"Cas moved in with Dean."
"What! Are you serious? That's great news!" Jo practically squealed in Sam's ear. Sam could picture her at a construction site, wearing a hard hat and jumping around excitedly.
"I thought so too. Now what are we going to do about it?" Sam asked in a whisper as if he was afraid that Dean was going to hear him from almost eighteen hundred miles away.
"What do you mean, what are we going to do? Maybe being in close contact on a daily basis, those two will finally get a clue."
Sam chuckled. "We are talking about Dean and Cas here."
Jo hummed thoughtfully. "You got a point there. Let me talk to Gabe and get back with you. He saw what everybody else saw within ten minutes of meeting those two. So, I'm sure between the three of us, we can figure out a way to wake those two idiots up."
"Gabe? Who's that?" Sam asked, curiously. He hated being away from all his family and friends for so long. He felt like he was being left out of the loop on a lot of things.
"He's that guy that I told you about and I'm sure Dean had mentioned him also. Gabriel is the cop that moved up here from Tennessee last year. I mean, you would know this if you came home more often. It's been almost a year and a half since the last time you've visited."
"Sorry Jo, but I'll be coming home for good in less than a month so you can berate me then and catch me up on everything."
"Okay, I'll quit giving you hell. I better get back to work, break time is over. Talk to you soon!"
"Bye Jo," Sam hit the end button and went back to staring at his books. He knew studying was pointless at the moment because his mind was full of schemes and plans.
He thought if he, Jo and this Gabe guy couldn't think of something, they would have to bring out the big gun. The person they all turned to when they couldn't figure something out.
Bobby.
"I saw that you made Kevin Tran cry again." Cas stated without looking up from the papers he was grading.
Crowley sat down at Cas's table in the teacher's lounge and sipped on his coffee. "Yes, I love torturing that kid. At least I'm one point ahead of Alistair now."
Crowley was part of the math department that had an ongoing bet between its faculty of how many students they could make cry by the end of the year.
Cas shook his head and frowned. "Leave Kevin alone. He has my class right after yours and I have a difficult time getting him to concentrate with the mind games you play on him."
Crowley gave a dark chuckle. "Come now Cassie…" Cas scowled at the nickname, "…that's the best part of being a teacher is to torture the kids."
Balthazar who was part of the English department with Castiel heard the last part of what Crowley was saying as he joined Cas and Crowley at the table. "Are you ahead yet?"
"Yes, I'm finally in the lead, where I belong."
Castiel slammed down his pen and turned his wrathful blue eyes toward Crowley. "I don't understand why you derive so much pleasure from tormenting your students."
Crowley arched an eyebrow, seemingly impress with Cas's display of anger. "I'm just a sick individual I suppose." He snickered. "However, I'm going to leave and prepare for my next class since it appears you want to sharpen your claws on me and I don't want to ruin my new suit." He stood up with his coffee and nodded to both of the men before leaving the lounge.
Balthazar's pale eyes widened. "What put you in such a foul mood?"
"Meg and I broke up last night. She kicked me out."
Balthazar's face softened. "Sorry to hear about that. Do you have a place to stay in the meantime?"
"I'm staying with Dean." Cas told him and went back to grading papers.
Balthazar's face broke out in a large grin and his eyes started to sparkle. "Dean? Is Dean that delicious mechanic that occasionally comes here and has lunch with you?"
Cas looked up in surprise. "Delicious?" He shakes his head. "However, you are right; Dean is the one that sometimes comes for lunch."
Balthazar started to laugh. "Why do you act so surprised that I call him delicious? Even you must notice how mouth watering, wet dream inducing gorgeous the man is."
Cas grimaced at Balthazar's description of his best friend. "Please refrain from describing Dean that way. I don't view him like that anyways."
Balthazar arched both eyebrows. "Really? You could have fooled me."
Castiel narrowed his eyes at Balthazar. "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, nothing at all, but do me a favor. Next time you see Dean, really look at him. Look at him like you are meeting him for the first time. Then come back to me and tell me to my face that you didn't have any stirrings down south."
Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose. The conversation was giving him a headache and making him extremely uncomfortable. "If it will get you to be quiet, then I'll do it. I admit, Dean is aesthetically pleasing, but there will be no "stirrings" that you speak of."
Balthazar gave Cas a knowing look. "We'll see about that. Have a good weekend." Balthazar swiped Castiel's apple that he was going to have as a snack and took a bite as he walked away.
Castiel sighed. Thank god it was Friday.
Later that afternoon, finally free to enjoy the weekend, Cas headed home. Since he was the first one to arrive, he decided to start making good on his promise of not being a burden.
He started with cleaning up the living room. Even though everybody had cleaned up their mess from the night before, there were still empty beer bottles, cigar butts and crumbs from the chips they must have eaten. He made quick work of straightening and vacuuming.
Next he hit the kitchen. As he always did when he walked into Dean's kitchen, he shuddered. The sink was full of dirty dishes and the counter was littered with empty take out containers. At least now that he was here, he could cook for Dean. Cas smiled when he thought of all the ways he could be useful.
He was just finished cleaning the kitchen and was putting on some spaghetti to boil when he heard the front door open and footsteps heading to the kitchen.
"Hey Cas." Dean gave him a smile as he reached into the refrigerator for a beer. He looked around his kitchen in amazement.
"I don't think I've ever seen it this clean."
"Yes, imagine my surprise when I threw away the take out containers to see that you actually had a counter." Cas said, deadpanned.
Dean smirked. "Jokester are you now?" he poked Castiel in the side, causing him to jump a little.
Castiel rubbed his side and scowled. "I guess I'll have to eat all this spaghetti by myself then."
"Ah, hell no, you're not going to deprive me of a home cooked meal, are you?" Dean turned sad green eyes toward Cas.
Cas tapped his chin thoughtfully. "You're getting better, but you still haven't mastered Sam's technique."
Dean sighed in defeat. "I know. That bitch is the master of the look. He should trade-mark it."
Castiel snorted. "If you want to get the table ready, I'll have this done in no time."
"We are going to eat at the table? Figure we would eat in front of the TV and watch a movie."
"Dean, I'm not eating spaghetti on the couch. It will turn into one big mess."
"Fine, have it your way." He grumbled, but then sent Castiel a small smile.
When dinner was ready, they ate at Dean's newly cleaned table and talked about how their days had gone. Dean talked about an irate customer that he had while Castiel complained about Crowley and the math department.
After they were finished eating and to the insistence of Cas, everything cleaned and put away, they settled down on the couch and started to watch a movie. The movie wasn't on very long when Dean shattered Castiel's focus on the film.
"Damn it, I got spaghetti sauce on my shirt." Castiel saw the small red stain on Dean's green T-shirt.
"Take it off so I can pre-treat it." Cas said as he paused the movie.
"Pre-treat it? Geez, Cas you are like some Stepford wife or something. Relax, you're not my maid, you're my roommate."
"Come to the laundry room and I'll fix it up for you." Cas said, already walking in that direction. He could hear Dean heave a sigh.
Once they were in the laundry room, Cas turned to see that Dean had indeed followed him, still wearing the shirt.
"Come on Dean, take it off."
Dean huffed out a laugh. "Wow, you're in a hurry to get me out of my clothes."
"Ha ha, very funny. Just give me the damn shirt." Cas held out his hand impatiently.
Dean shrugged and pulled the shirt over his head.
As Dean's toned torso came into view, Balthazar's words slammed into him. Next time you see Dean, really look at him. Look at him like you are meeting him for the first time. Then come back to me and tell me to my face that you didn't have any stirrings down south.
Castiel had seen Dean half clothed countless times. They have been friends for well over twenty years, so there wasn't much of Dean that he hadn't seen before, but he found himself unconsciously staring at Dean in a different light like Balthazar wanted him to.
He guessed he never realized how beautiful Dean was. Dean's chest and waist were tanned with strong, solid muscles that weren't overly large for his frame, but built from being a natural born athlete.
Castiel's travelled up from his chest to Dean's face. His face was symmetrical that held a smattering of freckles, plump, perfectly shaped lips and clear green eyes. He could be called pretty if it weren't for the masculine lines of his face that proclaimed him as definitely male.
Castiel watched as a pink tongue darted out to wet his lips and then tipped into a smile. He felt his heart start to race and his pants tightened. He bit back a groan.
"Cas? Earth to Cas. You okay buddy? You look a little flushed."
Castiel was mortified at what was happening to him. He grabbed the shirt out of Dean's hand and turned quickly to hide his swelling cock.
He quickly treated the shirt and put it in the washer. The entire time he could feel the heat of Dean's body behind him as he watched what Castiel was doing. He focused on keeping his breathing normal.
Once he got the washer started and while trying to avoid facing Dean, he headed out of the confining laundry room.
"Can we save the movie for later? I'm pretty tired and I think I'll just head to bed."
He thought he heard disappointment and concern in Dean's voice as he reached his room. "No problem Cas. Get some rest and I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night, Dean." When his body was on the other side of his bedroom door, he poked his head out when he called his goodnight. He wished he hadn't. Dean still stood there shirtless with an unfathomable expression on his face. He gave him a weak smile.
Once the door was closed, Castiel banged his forehead against it, hoping to knock out the insane thoughts going through his head.
He stepped away and laid down on his bed, still fully clothed as he glared at his traitorous dick.
He was going to fucking kill Balthazar on Monday morning.
Hope you enjoyed the second chapter! The whole math department bet was an actual thing at my high school, and yes, I was a victim of it. Damn bastards. Lol For those that were wondering, I've decided that there will be Sabriel in this story. :)
Also, this will probably be the last chapter for a while since I'm leaving on vacation for nine days. If I get all the things I need to get done before I leave on Monday, I'll try to post one more, otherwise, I'll be posting when I come back.
Thanks everybody for the reviews, favorites and follows...it keeps me motivated to keep writing!
