The night wore on as they watched a few more movies, and one by one they fell asleep. The next morning they woke up, and at some point Dean had slumped over and cuddled up to Cas and Cas had wrapped his arms around Dean. Sam woke up first and rubbed his eyes, looking over, he snickered quietly before taking a picture of it. Then, Sam woke Dean up, shaking him lightly as Dean blinked his eyes open. "Wh-what?," he mumbled and realized his pillow was breathing. Cas had woken up, too. The two sat up and looked slightly embarassed and wouldn't make eye contact with each other.
"We're late for school," Sam said, annoyed tone in his voice as he got up. "I'm going to go get dressed, I'll meet you in the car?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah, okay. Wait...breakfast first?"
Sam gave Dean his best bitch face, "No, don't think so. We're late enough, Dean."
Dean grumbled and sighed and finally looked over at Cas as Sam left the room, "Uh..."
Cas looked down, "Sorry about last night..."
Dean looked down as well, "It's...Yeah, me too..."
They looked up and made eye contact and just stared at each other for a moment.
"I think I have some clothes that'll fit you, c'mon," he said, getting up and helping Cas up. Cas followed the other boy down the hall and into his room and they shut the door behind them. Dean went over to his closet and went through his clothes, he had an abundance of black and white t-shirts, plaid shirts, and band shirts, along with some dressier clothes he wore when he felt up to it. The Winchester picked out a black and red plaid shirt to go over the AC/DC shirt Cas gave him last night, and a blue plaid shirt for Castiel. "This okay?," he asked, holding it up. "Yeah, it's fine," Cas said, smiling a bit as Dean handed it and a white t-shirt over. Cas stood there awkwardly for a minute as Dean took off his shirt, exposing his skin. He had an anti posession symbol tattoo on his chest, and what looked like a giant burn scar on his upper left arm that the sleeve of a shirt could mostly hide. Dean felt Cas staring at him, "I got it when my mother died," he said, shrugging his t-shirt on. "Sam's nursery caught on fire when he was a baby, I was five years old. I ran up the stairs and climbed the crib to get him out, a piece of ceilin fell down on my arm and it burnt my arm before I could push it off. Got Sam out alive though." Cas started undressing himself and he felt awful about staring at Dean's scar now. "I'm sorry, Dean," Cas said quietly. Dean shrugged, "Don't worry 'bout it." Though if it had been anyone else, he would've probably made a snarky comment and not told them the story behind it.
Cas put on his t-shirt then the plaid shirt and his face went white. "Oh my, I'm going to be in so much trouble," the boy said, as he started to wake up and think more. "Why?," Dean asked, quizzical face as he put his plaid shirt on but didn't button it. "My parents...they are very strict, they are going to kill me," he told Dean. "Well, tell them they can call and talk to me, it was an accident that we all fell asleep," Dean said. "They will not care, they never care," Cas said the last part quietly as he put his plaid shirt on. Dean changed jeans and gave Cas a pair to wear, they fit him well, which surprised Dean.
They made their way down the stairs as Dean put on his signature jacket and sunglasses, they climbed into the car where Sam was waiting in the back seat.
Dean pulled out of the garage, shut the door, then they were on the way to the school.
It was a mostly quiet car ride, except for the classic rock music playing on the radio. The traffic was almost non-existant and they dropped Sam off in no time and managed to get to the high school in no time at all. Walking in, they saw police officers in the office and knew it wasn't good.