Castiel's roommate, Uriel, was never in the room, and he was glad for that Dean wanted to hang out the next semester. Dean would come over and do homework while Castiel sat at his keyboard and tried to write his latest masterpiece. Well, he pretended to try. He usually ended up playing random notes while he stared at Dean.

Castiel knew he was gay and he knew that he really liked Dean. What he didn't know was where Dean stood. He obviously enjoyed being around Castiel, and they went out to movies and dinner and such, but Castiel wasn't about to let himself think this was anything more than friendship.

And of course he was so lost in thought about this that he stopped playing the piano, still staring at Dean, who was calling him back to attention.

"Cas. Earth to Cas."

Castiel visibly shook himself, "Yes?"

"Dude, you must really be into that piece, I've been trying to talk to you for, like, five minutes now."

"You have?" Castiel flushed slightly, somewhat relieved that Dean misconstrued his silent staring.

"Yeah," Dean squirmed a little, blushing slightly before continuing, "I was saying that my mom called last night and she was complaining about me being a single drifter on Valentine's Day, and I was like, 'I'm not,' and…"

"You're not single?" Castiel tried to control his facial expressions, but inside his blood rushed in his ears and his heart started to crack.

Dean gave him a short "duh!" look and it shattered. He had told himself he wasn't in that deep, but he had completely underestimated his feelings. Dean didn't seem to notice his inner turmoil beginning to manifest itself on his face and continued, "Anyway, mom said, 'bring him home!'"

"You're dating a guy?" Castiel interrupted again, no longer able to control his emotions.

Dean scrunched his face in confusion, "Last I checked, you were a guy."

Castiel was speechless for half a second before bursting out with, "We're dating?"

Dean looked mortified and rapidly turned violent shades of red as he started grabbing for and packing up his things, "I… I'm sorry… I…" He stopped and dropped his bag and re-approached the situation. "I took you out to dinner and movies and all that girly shit."

Castiel blinked up at him, his head swimming and having trouble catching up.

Dean's voice got softer, "You wrote me that song. It sounded… I assumed…" He reached down for his bag, "I assumed." He laughed, "Ass outta you and me."

"We've been dating?" Castiel repeated, standing up, forcing Dean to look at him.

"Yeah, I mean, I've been takin' it slow, letting you have the lead 'cause, uh, I've never done this with a guy before. I thought…"

Castiel cut him off with a fierce kiss, tackling him onto the bed. "I hadn't realized. Thought you meant 'just friends,'" he gasped between kisses.

Dean pushed him back, "I specifically ask, 'Do you wanna go out tomorrow night?' when I saw you after break. You said yes. You caught me doing my happy dance."

Castiel kept running his hands over Dean's body as he spoke, trying to get back to his mouth the entire time, "Dean, you know I am… unobservant."

"Whatever, weirdo." He mumbled, finally letting Cas get back to his mouth. They had a lot of catching up to do.