The car park is practically deserted when Dean meets Cas. He's followed by another.
"Sammy… this is Castiel," Dean introduces his brother to his almost-lover.
"Hello Sam," Cas greets as he holds out his hand to be shaken. Sam is younger than Dean but must be at least a whole foot taller than him.
"Hey Castiel," Sam shakes his hand, "It's nice to finally meet you." Sam grins in a peculiar way.
"Finally?" Cas questions, "Has Dean-,"
"Okay," Dean interrupts, "let's go."
Sam slides into the backseat of the Impala, giving Cas shotgun. They take a short drive in moderately awkward silence.
Sam runs up the stairs as soon as they enter and Dean immediately turns to Cas. He pins him roughly against the door and forces their lips together. He parts them hungrily before noticing that Cas' kiss is different than usual. Dean pulls away from him to look at his guarded expression.
"Cas?" He asks, "Is something wrong?"
"'I'm fine," he says bluntly.
Dean steps back, feeling the coldness, "I don't believe you."
Cas rolls his eyes, "I need to ask you something," he says.
"Questions, Cas?" Dean reminds him.
"Avoidance, Dean?" Cas spits back, now clearly frustrated. Dean hates that expression on his face.
"What?" He prompts, mirroring Cas' anger.
"Are you embarrassed to be seen getting into the same car with me?" He asks.
Dean's face gives him away, "No," he denies before turning away and heading into the kitchen. Cas follows reluctantly.
"Really?" He asks with hurt in his voice, "So you didn't just purposely wait until everyone was gone before meeting?"
"No," Dean denies again, a little fiercer, as he heads to the fridge, "Do you want a beer?"
"No, Dean," Cas says, growing more frustrated, "I do not want a beer!"
Dean slams the fridge door closed harder than necessary, "Then what do you want, Cas!?"
He leans against the kitchen counter, sips his beer and stares down Cas.
"I want you to answer the question," he says strongly. Cas is never brave like this. What is it about Dean Winchester? It's like he lights a fire in him… with all emotions.
"I said n-,"
"Truthfully!" Cas yells.
They both glare at each other for a moment as Dean considers his response.
"Dean?" Sam interrupts, his eyes darting between Dean and Cas, like a tennis match. Dean breaks his contact with Cas quickly, not realising that Sam had entered the room.
"Sam," Dean acknowledges in a softer voice.
"Is something wrong?"
"We're fine!" He growls.
"Okay," Sam says suspiciously as he backs out the room, "I've got some more… stuff… to do… upstairs." Sam turns and hurries from the room.
Dean feels the unasked question floating around them, filling the tension. He finally feels brave enough to look back at Cas. Damn, he thinks, those eyes.
"I…" he begins, "May have… wanted to keep our relationship low key."
Cas makes a sound that suggests that that was the answer he was dreading.
"But… I'm not ashamed, Cas," Dean continues, trying to make that sad look disappear from Cas' face. "I… I'm just… getting used to this myself… I don't want to have to explain something to people that I don't yet understand."
Dean turns around to look out the kitchen window, or avoid Cas' eye contact, Cas doesn't know. Cas feels a strange sense of pity. As bad as Dean's actions had make him feel, he's sympathetic. He knows what it's like to feel lost in this particular way. He feels almost guilty for allowing it but he knows he will. Cas will accept this as an inevitable price to pay to be with Dean, assuming that Dean wants to be with him.
Cas covers the distance of the kitchen to get closer to Dean. He stares at his back and contemplates his next move. Hesitantly, he reaches out to firmly grasp Dean's waist. Dean stiffens but doesn't turn or speak. Cas moves his hand over Dean's stomach and wraps his other arm around him so that his hands meet in the middle, over Dean's belly button. He hugs Dean's back into his own stomach. Cas doesn't know if their relationship is at the appropriate level for this type of intimacy but he's willing to take the risk. A second passes before Dean rubs Cas' forearm and sighs contently, leaning his head back against the boy behind him. Cas takes the action as a sign that Dean enjoys it and that he's not overstepping any boundaries.
He leans up to place a soft but amorous kiss against Dean's neck.
"I'm sorry," Dean whispers, "I know you deserve better."
Cas shakes his head against Dean's shoulder blade, "I understand… it's okay."
Dean turns his head to see the familiar blue eyes staring at him from behind his shoulder blade. He smiles softly, "You're amazing Cas."
Cas smiles and pulls away with all the willpower he can muster. He doesn't want Sam to walk in on them again.
"Can I get you anything?" Dean asks but Cas shakes his head before taking the beer from Dean's hand. Dean looks at him as if he's about to say 'hey, that's mine!'
"You have to drive me home later," Cas reminds him, smiling before taking a sip of the beer. Dean glares at him before shoving him playfully and heading to the living room and dragging Cas along with him by his shirt sleeve.
"C'mon," he insists, "I'll let you choose the movie."
"Oh, how gracious of you," Cas quips before heading over to the cabinet and scanning through the DVD's. He scans over the titles, "Do you have anything made in this century?"
Dean scoffs, "I have good taste, thank you… all the new movies are infested with vampires, funny blue aliens, teenage werewolves, hot witches and dorky wizards… all that supernatural stuff turns my stomach."
"Vampires have been in stories for hundreds of years," Cas defends.
"Yes," Dean agrees, "but hundreds of years ago, Dracula didn't sparkle in the daylight."
Cas smiles before selecting a movie title he actually recognises, "Is this good? I've never seen it."
Dean's expression suggests that he can't believe it as his eyes fall on the movie, 'the good, the bad and the ugly'. Dean smiles, "Oh… Cas, my boy… you're in for a treat."
They sit at opposite ends of the couch as the movie starts. Cas sips his beer timidly, wishing he could crawl over and nestle into Dean's neck.
"Cas," Dean calls and then he gestures for him to scoot over. Cas puts his beer on the coffee table and happily follows his instructions until he's pressed right up against Dean. Dean wraps his arm around Cas' shoulder and pulls him in tighter. Cas places a hand over Dean's knee and gently squeezes.
Cas nestles his face into Dean's neck and grazes his lips against his skin. Parting them slightly, he lets his tongue touch Dean's soft and salty flesh. He kisses again, this time introducing his teeth as he softly nibbles at Dean's skin. Dean lets out a moan so subtle that it could be mistaken for breathing… well, to anyone but Castiel.
Cas kisses him more fiercely and brings his hand up to cup Dean's chin and direct it away so he has better access to his neck. Dean's hold on Cas tightens as Cas moves his lips up until he's leaving a trail of delicate kisses along Dean's jaw. He moves back to nibble at Dean's ear. Dean moans again and shifts underneath Cas as he moves his hand from Cas' shoulder and into his hair. He tries to direct Cas to his lips but the boy resists. He tries again, more obviously this time but still, Cas resists.
"Cas," he breathes, "Kiss me."
Cas continuous to kiss his neck as he shakes his head. He opens his mouth wider and licks, bites and sucks at Dean's neck.
"Why not?" Dean whispers breathlessly. Cas sucks harder and Dean's eyes widen. He forcefully pulls at Cas' hair and pries him away, revealing wide eyes and parted lips. Cas groans at the rough contact. Dean raises his eyebrows at the noise but smiles knowingly.
"Are you trying to give me a hickey, Cas?"
Cas grins, "Trying?" He emphasises, "trying and succeeding."
"Cas!" Dean growls but he's smiling. He clutches his neck, as if he can feel the red and purplish mark there.
Cas chuckles. He'd never given a hickey before and he had been curious. Dean doesn't want anyone to know about them? Fine! Cas will leave some small claim on Dean in his own way.
Dean shakes his head, "You're unbelievable," he tells Cas but Cas merely laughs.
"Thank you," he grins before pushing Dean back into the couch and finally claiming his lips. Dean's arms envelop him once more and, this time, he purposely tugs at Cas' hair to deepen their kiss. Their tongues meet and Cas sighs. His hand finds Dean's thigh and he squeezes it affectionately. He continues to move his lips in synchronisation with Dean's as he slowly grazes his hand up Dean's thigh, testing him. He slowly inches towards Dean's crotch, waiting for Dean to stop him. Dean's stomach drops when he realises what Cas' hand is edging towards. The thought makes his groin twitch, already erect from Cas' beautiful mouth on his neck.
Cas' hand stops and squeezes before taking it off and ghosting his fingertips over the tight denim hiding Dean's stiff bulge. Dean groans loudly and Cas takes it as a green light. Unexpectedly, he palms Dean's hardness and massages it eagerly.
Dean breaks the kiss but keeps both hands firmly on Cas' face.
"Fucking hell, Cas," he whispers, "You're gonna kill me."
Cas chuckles, he never thought he could make someone ache for him the way Dean does. He never thought that he could have so much control over someone but he clearly did things to Dean that turned him into, well, putty. He didn't know he was capable of it but he likes it.
Cas moves into him to kiss him once more but footsteps pound down the stairs. Dean taps Cas' shoulder in panic and Cas slides over just in time to see Sam walk into the kitchen.
"Hey, Sammy!" He cheers and Cas can hear the nervousness in his tone and hopes that only he can hear it, "Want to join us?"
Cas hears the fridge open, "Nah," Sam replies. "I think I'm going to Jess' for a while."
There's an uncomfortable vibe in Sam's tone as he pops open the microwave to put something in.
Cas gets a wild idea and grins to himself. He remembers the affect he can have on Dean and can't help himself. He slowly reaches over to Dean's lap, knowing that Sam can't possibly see over the couch. Cas resumes his petting and feels satisfied at the wide-eyed look he gets from Dean.
"Cas!" Dean growls in a low voice as he grasps Cas' wrist to try and remove his hand.
Cas slaps Dean's attempts away and continues fondling. Dean's expression looks murderous until Cas presses down a little harder and Dean's eyes close and he grits his teeth to supress a moan. Sam busies himself around the kitchen and Dean tenses but doesn't try and remove Cas' hand.
Cas hears Sam's retreating steps up the stairs and removes his hand, chuckling. Dean lets out a huge gust of air. Cas guesses he'd been holding his breath.
"That was cruel," Dean says.
"No," he says through fits of laughter, "That was funny."
"You're gonna get it, Cas," Dean warns.
"Oh yeah?" Cas provokes before leaning in closer to Dean, "Prove it."
Dean smiles wickedly before grabbing Cas by the hips and yanking him towards him. The movement knocks Cas onto his back so that he's lying on the couch. Without a second's delay, Dean launches himself onto Cas, claiming his lips and pressing down against his body. Cas shifts so that Dean can nestle between his legs and press closer against him. His hands automatically run up Dean's shirt to touch his bare stomach. Dean locks both of Cas' hands in one of his to stop his movements and pin them over his head. Cas pouts in protest and Dean thinks it's the most adorable thing he's ever seen.
A honking sound breaks Dean's concentration and he moves off Cas and pulls him into a sitting position before Sam comes running down the stairs.
"See you guys later," he calls, "It was great to meet you, Castiel!"
"You too Sam." Cas replies as Sam disappears behind the door. Cas is reminded of what Sam said to him upon their meeting.
"Thank God," Dean whispers before pulling Cas next to him again.
Cas stops Dean's attempts to kiss him, "Have you been talking to Sam about me?" Cas asks.
Dean blushes, "Um… maybe."
Cas smiles, "What have you said?" He frowns curiously, "Have you told him about us?"
Dean coughs, "No… it's not that I… just."
"Just, what?"
Dean sighs, "He's been complaining to me that I don't shut up about you," he blurts out. Cas tries to wipe the grin off his face but he can't. The happiness he feels is overwhelming. "I don't know how to talk to others about it," he continues, "but Sam… I can talk to him… not everything but enough."
Cas nods with a satisfied grin on his face.
Dean coughs uncomfortably, "So, how many, uhh… boyfriends… have you had?"
Cas' smile drops and he mimics Dean's awkward behaviour, "Umm… well… none."
"What!?" Dean asks, "You're kidding, why not?"
Cas shrugs, "I never had the opportunity."
"OK, well, how many people have you been with?"
Cas' silence says it all.
"Cas, are you a virgin?" Dean asks in a very surprised tone.
"Yes."
"How is that possible?" Dean asks in disbelief. Not because he thinks that a seventeen year old virgin is sad, like most people would, but because he can't believe no one else has ever gotten close enough to Cas to realise how amazing he is.
"I've just never wanted to before…" Cas gulps, "I'm… very shy."
Dean thinks of the afternoon's events and laughs, "That's funny… you seem pretty brazen with me."
Cas smiles, "Yeah… I'm not quite sure why that is."
"Maybe you feel comfortable with me."
"Maybe."
They share a meaningful glance before Dean continues, "First kiss?"
"Almost a week ago now," Cas says without thinking.
"WHAT?" Dean yells, "I was your first kiss?"
"Yes."
Dean looks away, smirking, feeling a little proud. Cas notices his glee.
"Well… good," Dean says finally.
Cas blushes and looks at the TV.
"How'd you know that you were… you know… gay?"
"Umm… I don't know… I just knew… I was more attracted to men than women and… after my time with you… well, now I know for sure."
Dean grins to himself. He can't believe Cas is a virgin but, at the same time, he kind of likes it. He likes that he'll be his first. He'll be his first? He asks himself. Apparently I've already decided that I'll be having sex with Cas. When did that happen?
Dean bites his lip thoughtfully. In the back of his mind, Dean's trying to celebrate that he's already won his bet but he can't. All he can think is how the hell did this happen? A week ago he was himself: a straight, red-blooded, American, teenage boy and now… he's with Cas. He wants Cas, all of him. After it happens, he'll no longer be able to deny his homosexual feelings, he'll officially be gay. Dean isn't sure if he's ready for that, despite how desperately he wants it. He also knows that he can't do it with this wager hanging over his head. His guilt is immense; he'll have to call it off. Cas can never find out that he started this for a hundred bucks, it would kill him… it would kill their relationship. Relationship, Dean thinks to himself, how strange that it makes me happy to think of it in that way.
Cas notices Dean's change in behaviour, "So, where are your parents?" Cas wonders, trying to change the subject.
Dean coughs and Cas wishes he'd chosen a different subject, "They're uhh… dead," he admits, "My mum died when Sammy was a baby and my died passed away a few years ago… Car accident."
Cas nods, "Sorry," he says.
Dean shrugs, "It's fine… Sammy and I live with Bobby now… He was of my Dad's best friends and he takes care of us. He's at the garage today." Dean looks to Cas, "What about you?"
Cas swallows, "Uhh… Same," he replies, "My mother died young and my father skipped out on us… My older brothers raised me." Chills run down Cas' spine. He hadn't mentioned his brothers – plural – in years.
"And now you live with Gabriel?" Dean prompts. "Do you speak to the rest of your family?"
"Uhh… no," Cas admits, "My brothers – Michael and Lucifer – aren't very nice people… They…" Cas coughs, "They… were abusive," he finally admits. He shocks himself with his revelations, he'd never told anyone about his brothers, only Gabriel knows. He doesn't wait for Dean to fuss over him with his pity, "Gabe was the only person to protect me… he took me away… dropped out of school to get a job so that he could support us."
"Oh," Dean begins, overwhelmed with emotion, "Cas, that's awful… I'm so sorry."
Cas tries to shake it off, "It's over now," he says and tugs his sleeves further down in an automatic response.
As much as Cas tries to remain impassive, Dean sees right through him. Cas isn't just sad, there's fear in his tone.
Dean reaches up to skim his thumb over Cas' bottom lip, "Cas…" Dean whispers but Cas keeps his eyes on his hand, "Cas, look at me."
In an instance, Cas' eyes find Dean's. Dean wants to reassure him but now he wonders if it's his place. Cas' eyes tell him to screw it.
"I don't know if this means anything… or if it's my place but… I want you to know that, now that I'm here… I…" Dean trails off.
"Yes, Dean?"
"I…" Dean tries again, "I'm not going to let anything hurt you."
Cas frowns and Dean wonders if he's come on too strong. His stomach drops as Cas leans in and presses his lips against Deans. Dean will never know how much his words mean to Cas.
Cas nibbles and sucks at Dean's bottom lip, seizing it between his teeth. Cas bites gently and tugs against the flesh. Dean groans at Cas' playful kiss before forcing their lips together harder, needing to have every bit of his mouth touching Cas.
Dean grips Cas' hair tightly. Cas moves his hands over Dean's shoulders before griping his shirt firmly and pulling him down on top of him. Dean lies between Cas' legs and balances his weight on his elbows. Cas' hands clutch at Dean's shirt and tugs it over his head, only breaking their kiss as the fabric comes between them. Dean's amulet rests against Cas' chest as Dean parts his lips and deepens their kiss. Cas runs his hands over Dean's firm, smooth back and digs his nails into the skin desperately. Dean lets out a cry of pain and pleasure and grinds against Cas harder. Cas bucks against Dean and wraps his legs around the boy to bring him closer, yearning for some kind of friction.
Dean's hands run down Cas' body to caress the boy's stomach. He slips his hand under Cas' shirt to touch his bare skin before tugging at the shirt concealing it. Cas' hands flash down to Dean's to stop him. Dean pulls away to question Cas.
"Don't" Cas whispers gravely. Dean frowns, "Just don't," Cas begs.
Dean nods, "Okay," he whispers, not wanting to push him before moving his hands to a safer place. He cups Cas' chin before parting his lips with his tongue eagerly.
Cas' hands trail down Dean's back until they reach his firm buttocks and, after summoning a great amount of courage, he squeezes, pressing Dean into him even harder.
"Cas," Dean moans. "God…" Cas smiles against the boy, knowing exactly what he's doing to him and wanting to continue. Without thinking, Cas flips Dean over so that he may claim the top position, forgetting that Dean's couch isn't a double bad. Cas and Dean topple awkwardly to the floor.
"Shit!" Dean curses before bursting into a fit of laughter.
Cas laughs too, "I'm sorry!" He cries but Dean just laughs, looking up at Cas straddling him and placing a hand against the boy's cheek. Cas spares a moment to take in Dean's beauty. He bites his lip at the look of Dean's beautiful, flawless skin and muscular physique. Dean notices his distraction and smiles.
"Come here," he orders before guiding Cas down to kiss him again. Cas runs his hands over Dean's body, unable to satisfy his lust just yet.
Their tongues move in sync together and Cas can't help but nibble at Dean's lip again. Unable to control himself any longer, Cas' hands find Dean's belt. He fumbles over the buckle trying, desperately, to remove it.
Dean's heartbeat quickens as he realises Cas' intentions. His erection throbs at the mere thought of having Cas' hands around it, or touching it in any way. Cas breaks the kiss to sit up and he finally unbuckles the belt before moving on to Dean's zipper.
"Oh Cas," Dean mumbles earnestly before reaching out to touch Cas and latching his own hands onto the boy's pants.
"No Dean," Cas growls as he knocks away Dean's hands from his groin, "Just let me do this for you." Cas unleashes the power of his pleading eyes on Dean, forcing him to submit.
"Okay," Dean breathes before lying back down and letting his hands fall to his chest, aching to touch or kiss Cas again. Cas doesn't hesitate as he reaches into Dean's briefs to wrap his hand around his member. Cas smiles in satisfaction as Dean practically shrieks at the sudden contact. Cas uses his other hand to pull down Dean's underwear. Dean gasps at the sudden coolness surrounding his package. Cas begins to pump vigorously, not wasting any time.
"Oh God, Cas!" Dean cries. Cas leans back over to devour Dean's mouth in earnest as he continues to moves his hand up and down, gaining speed and rubbing his thumb in circles around the tip.
Dean's hands clutch at Cas' face as he uses his mouth to stifle his moans. He invades Cas' mouth, his tongue tasting every bit of him as his lust causes him to be so earnest that the kiss is sloppy, wet and fierce.
Cas welcomes the urgency as he continues to work Dean.
"Oh, fuck Cas," Dean moans into the boy's mouth, "I'm gonna…"
"It's okay Dean," Cas assures him, "do it… I want to make you."
"Arghh," Dean groans again, panting hard, "Cas…" He breathes, "Oh, Cas!"
Dean moans loudly before erupting, spilling himself all over his own stomach. Cas continues to rest his forehead against Dean's as the boy breathes into Cas' mouth, trying to catch his breath.
"Wow," Dean whispers and Cas smiles.
Cas stirs and tries to open his eyes. He looks around, trying to recognise his surroundings. He stops when he looks up to see Dean's sleeping face. A snore erupts from deep in his chest and Cas wonders how he slept through that. Cas had fallen asleep on Dean's chest, enclosed in his arms. Dean and he had managed to crawl back up on the couch before falling asleep.
As hard as it is to tear himself away from Dean's peaceful, sleeping state, Cas looks around to make sure they're alone, hoping that Sam didn't come home and see them… for Dean's sake.
There are no lights on, despite it being dark outside. The TV is the only thing allowing Cas to see. Cas pulls out his phone to check the time. There's a message from Gabe.
Yo, bro… What time will you be home?
I don't know… give me an hour or so.
I sent that message two hours ago… What have you been doing? ;)
Cas rolls his eyes before texting back.
Sleeping, Gabe… I fell asleep.
Sure you did… you little tart… and if that's actually true… I kind of feel sorry for your new boyfriend.
You're not funny.
I'm hilarious.
Cas tucks his phone away before returning to his position on Dean's chest. He plants a kiss against Dean's chest, and then another. He moves his mouth up to Dean's neck and licks, bites and sucks. Dean rouses but doesn't wake. Cas grins to himself before heading back to his chest and running his tongue over Dean's nipple. Dean moans in his sleep. Cas continues to circle it with his tongues and nibble gently.
He traces Dean's abs before running his fingers down his stomach. Cas ghosts his fingers over Dean's briefs, arousing him into consciousness. Dean stirs and opens his heavy eyelids to see a smiling Cas.
"Cas?" He asks, "What time is it?"
Cas thinks Dean's sleepy voice could damn well be one of the sexiest things he's ever heard before.
"It's almost eight," he says.
"What!?" Dean yells before launching into a sitting position.
"I don't think anyone's home," Cas soothes him.
"Oh," he says, rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust himself.
"What time is Bobby due home?" Cas asks.
Dean yawns loudly, "Uhh… I don't know… He should be home already but it's likely he went to the roadhouse, in which case I'll get a drunken Taxi request in an hour or two."
Cas nods, "Oh… So, we have some time?"
Dean grins in response. Cas straddles Dean in a simple, quick movement. He runs his hands into his hair and crushes his mouth to Dean's. Dean groans in response as Cas presses his groin into Dean's lap. Dean grows hard almost instantly at the feel of Cas' erection, already hard from his one-sided foreplay.
Dean smiles against his lover's mouth, "Is it my turn now?" Dean asks in a sultry voice.
Cas breaks the kiss to look into Dean's eyes as he nods, "Can we go upstairs?" He asks, pressing his lips against Dean's again.
Dean nods furiously, "God, yes," he says in-between kisses with lust deep in his voice. Cas wraps his legs around Dean as he stands, easily carrying Cas. Dean climbs the stairs carefully, kissing Cas in the process. He trips on the last step, stumbles but steadies himself by leaning Cas against the wall. Cas giggles and it triggers Dean's laughter.
"Don't laugh," Dean begs.
Cas laughs harder, "I'm sorry baby," he says.
Dean grins widely, biting his lip, "Baby?" Cas shrugs and Dean licks his lips, "I like that," he says before kissing his… baby? No, that doesn't suit Cas. Dean will have to think of something else. Cas is more of an… Angel.
Dean moves off the wall and stumbles into his bedroom hastily. He makes it to his bed before dropping Cas down and ravishing his neck hungrily.
"Dean…" Cas breathes, bucking his hips in desperation to feel Dean.
Dean nibbles at his angel's neck, biting and sucking. Cas' moans only spur him on.
"Dean… please," Cas begs, "I need you."
Dean moans at the sound of his lover's pleading, "What Cas?" Dean prompts through quivering breaths, "Tell me what you want."
"You," Cas whispers, forcing Dean to give him his lips, "Fuck me, Dean."
Dean stiffens, his whole body tenses over Cas, "What?" He asks in a shaky voice.
"Please Dean," Cas begs, mistaking Dean's reluctance for lust, perhaps shock.
Cas' face falls when Dean shakes his head, "No, Cas," Dean whispers. Cas' expression grows pained.
"What?" He implores, "Why not?"
"I can't."
This time Cas looks murderous, "Oh, I get it… Happy to let me jerk you off but sleeping with me… That's too gay, right?"
Dean's eyes widen, "What?! No!"
"Get off me!" Cas demands.
"Cas-,"
"Get off!" Cas silences Dean by pushing him off and jumping out from under him.
"Cas… That's not what I meant!" Dean calls but Cas is already out the door. Dean grunts in frustration at himself. "Ffff-ark!" He yells before launching his fist at the wall. He gets up to chase after him. "Good work, dickhead!" Dean yells at himself as he runs down the stairs just in time to see Cas disappear behind the front door. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Dean grabs his shirt off the floor, pulls it over his head. He searches for his keys but he can't remember where he left them. He curses some more as he stumbles all over the kitchen, looking for his keys and a jacket. He finds both and heads out the door. He can't see Cas. He jumps into the Impala and sets off towards Cas' house.
"You stupid fuck!" Dean yells, he can't believe he let himself hurt Cas like that, he would have to explain, but how could he explain? He wants Cas, oh god does he want Cas! But he can't do this, not like this and not with this stupid wager hanging over his head.
He spots Cas on the pathway and slows down, matching his speed.
Dean winds down the window, "Cas!" He calls but the boy ignores him, "Cas! Get in the car."
"Leave me alone, Dean," Cas replies calmly, keeping his eyes ahead of him.
"Cas, c'mon, please?" Dean continues to yell, "Let me drive you home."
"No," Cas replies bluntly.
"Cas! Please! I'm not letting you walk home! I'll drive like this all night if I have to!"
"Well then, that's what you'll be doing!" Cas yells, finally sparing a scorching glare in Dean's direction. "Now please, Leave. Me. A-lone."
"Cas!" Dean yells, now frustrated, "Just talk to me…"
"Get lost!" Cas calls back.
"Damn it, Cas!" Dean cries, "Why are you so mad?"
Cas finally comes to a halt to face Dean, who stomps on the breaks, "I don't know, Dean… maybe because my alleged boyfriend or whatever doesn't want to have sex with me! How would you feel?" Cas feels weird using the term 'boyfriend' but he can't think of a better way to describe it in the heat of the moment. Dean feels sudden pleasure at the term but bites back his smile, this isn't the time.
Dean glances away and chews on his lip, "It's not that I don't want to, Cas! You know that!"
"Right…" Cas laughs bitterly and Dean snaps his concentration back to him, "you just can't because that would mean you're gay, right?!"
"Cas! It's not like that! I promise!" Dean yells, louder than ever.
"Then what's it like!? Please explain it to me Dean because I'm having a little trouble understanding!"
Dean breaths deeply, trying to calm himself before putting his baby in park and stepping out of the car. Cas waits until Dean walks around the Impala to lean against the hood.
"I'm not ready, Cas… Okay?! This is my first time with," he pauses, trying to word his explanation carefully, "you know… and it's your first time with anyone… I don't want to just screw you in a hurry… trying to finish the job before Bobby or Sam walk in."
Cas grows quiet and Dean fights his temptation to look at him. Cas wants to believe him but he's still fuming. Dean's words calm him but he's still too angry to touch Dean like he wants to. He needs time. Dean finally looks to Cas, standing awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.
Dean sighs, "Just…" he begins, "at least let me drive you home."
Cas meets Dean's eye contact and sees the sadness in them. Cas merely nods.
The drive is quiet… so silent, it's almost painful. Dean thinks about breaking it a million times but he doesn't. They both let it hang there.
Dean finally pulls into Cas' driveway. They sit there for a moment and Dean takes it as a good sign that Cas doesn't just leave right away.
"Cas…" Dean begins.
"I'll speak to you later, Dean," Cas says definitively before exiting the car in a hurry. Dean sighs before pulling out of his angel's driveway, feeling like shit.
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