Dean stared at Cas's closed door, confused with the events that transpired in the laundry room. What the hell just happened?
He thought that Cas seemed fine, but once they were in the laundry room, everything changed.
He had followed Cas, chuckling to himself at how uptight Cas was about a stain when his deep voice sounded through the small room.
"Come on Dean, take it off."
Dean struggled to suppress a shiver that ran through his body at the authoritative tone in Cas's voice. He fought for a moment at the rising panic he felt for being turned on by Cas's order. What the fuck?!
He hid his nervousness the best way he knew how, by cracking a joke. "Wow, you're in a hurry to get me out of my clothes."
After Cas snapped at a retort, Dean pulled his shirt over his head. Once the t-shirt had cleared over his head, the look on Castiel's face slammed into him.
Dean was no stranger to that look from other people. It's a look he's seen countless times since he had hit puberty. It was lust.
Only this time, the look of lust was on his best friend's face…focused on him. He swallowed and licked his lips nervously at Castiel's inspection of his body. It felt like everywhere his blue eyes touched, heat would follow in its wake. When he heard Castiel's deep, soulful groan, Dean's whole body seemed to go up in flames.
Doing his best to act normal, he tried to divert Castiel's attention away from him. "Cas? Earth to Cas. You okay buddy? You look a little flushed."
Dean watched as the haze of carnality clear from his friend's large blue eyes and was quickly replaced with that of mortification. He quickly grabbed the shirt from Dean's hand and turned around.
Dean had stepped closer when Cas's back was turned and was going to say something but then he saw his friend tense at the close proximity of their bodies. Any words that were going to be spoken had died on his lips. He knew he was invading Cas's personal space, but he couldn't seem to step way.
All Dean could do was concentrate on the back of Cas's neck and his ragged breathing. He had suddenly gotten the insane urge to press against Cas's back and kiss the strong column of his friend's neck.
Dean quickly stepped back before he did something stupid. Like ruining an almost twenty-five year friendship by kissing his best friend.
The rest of what happened was a blur for Dean because he was trying to figure out where these feelings were coming from. Before he knew it, Castiel was almost closeted in his bedroom, telling him goodnight.
Dean's body was still, but his mind was racing with different scenarios as Castiel's gave him a small smile from the doorway. Suddenly, Dean was wishing that he was following Cas into the bedroom, for what reason, he really didn't want to think about.
As he stood there in a daze, Castiel had shut his door.
Really, what the fuck just happened?
"I heard you made Kevin Tran cry."
Castiel growled as he watched Balthazar walk into his classroom and perched himself on the edge of the desk. "I did no such thing." Castiel lied.
Balthazar chuckled. "Not what I heard. Someone from the math department will probably be down to ask if you wanted to join in their bet."
Cas groaned and buried his face in his hands. "I didn't mean to but once again he didn't complete his assignment and frustration got the better of me."
"That's not like you, Cassie. You're always calm and collected. What's going on?"
Castiel thought about confiding in Balthazar about Dean since it was his fault he was in this predicament. If it wasn't for his suggestion, everything would be normal between him and Dean.
Now everything was awkward.
It's been a week since the laundry room incident and it seemed that they were either avoiding each other or getting on each other nerves. Dean was getting annoyed with Cas's constant cleaning while Cas was getting angry at Dean's preference of being a slob.
Last night was the worse though. It was poker night and once again, the night ended prematurely with Dean and Cas's bickering. Bobby, Rufus, Jo and Gabriel couldn't concentrate on their cards with Cas constantly cleaning up around them and demanding they use coasters. Rufus was the first to crack.
"I thought this was a poker game and not a damn tea party." Rufus snarled out.
Bobby threw down his cards. "I'm out. I'm going home. I can't stand the cleaning and the bickering from you two idjits." Bobby scowled at Cas and Dean who were once again in a middle of a heated argument.
Gabriel and Jo leaned back in their chairs and watched their two hosts battle it out.
"Cas, the world will not end if there is a damn ring mark on my table. Just sit down and play some cards!"
At that point, Cas was ready to just leave the house for a while. He couldn't help to wonder if Dean's face would flush the same way as Castiel took him roughly from behind. Castiel groaned to himself. He was doing it again, imagining Dean in various sexual scenarios. He had to get out for a while.
"Don't want to ruin the game; I'm going for a walk."
"Ah, come on Cas, stay!" Gabe called out as Castiel walked to the door.
"Yeah, don't leave. You're my only ally against these assholes." Jo told Cas, which followed by several male voices raised in unison at being called assholes.
"Cas, quit being a whiny bitch and get over here." Dean called, sitting down next to Bobby.
"You know what Dean, fuck you." Castiel barked out at Dean. Dean's face flushed even more and he stiffened in his chair.
Castiel should have known to prepare himself for Rufus verbal assault when he saw the speculative gleam in the older man's eyes.
"You know Cas, I think you have the right of it. You and Dean should just fuck it out so then maybe we could finally play a goddamn decent game of poker here!"
Gabriel, who was in the midst of taking a swallow of beer, spewed it out all over Jo. Jo nearly upended the table screaming at Gabriel, who was holding his sides laughing, from either Rufus's remark or the look on Jo's face, Castiel wasn't sure. Bobby had a small smile twitching at his lips and well, Dean…Castiel didn't know because he didn't have the courage to see his face as he fled the house.
"Cassie! You're spacing out again. What's going on with you?"
Castiel was brought back to the present with Balthazar's question. He glared at the blonde.
"It's your fault I'm like this."
Balthazar crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at Castiel in puzzlement. "How is your cranky mood my fault?"
Castiel looked around the empty classroom, trying to avoid Balthazar's stare. "You should have never given me that suggestion last week."
Balthazar's brow wrinkled in concentration. "What suggestion? Wait, I remember. I told you to look at….oh. Oh." A huge grin broke out on Balthazar's face.
Castiel let his face drop to the cool wooden surface of his desk.
"So I was right! I knew it! So have you two had relations yet?" he snickered.
"Relations? What? No!" Castiel felt his face heat up in embarrassment.
Balthazar cackled. "Oh my god, you might not have had sex, but you sure have thought about it! I told you that man was perfect wet dream material!"
"Balthazar, stop please. Now I don't know what to do with these damn feelings I have." Castiel banged his forehead on the desk.
Balthazar seemed to feel some sympathy for his friend and clapped his hand on his shoulder. "Well, you'll have to figure out if you want to pursue it or not."
"There's nothing to pursue. I mean, Dean is straight."
Balthazar arched an eyebrow at the statement. "First of all, I highly doubt Dean is as straight as you think. I also noticed that you didn't state that you were straight."
"No, I'm bisexual. I figured it out when I was away at college, but I never said anything to anybody. Not even Dean." Castiel said quietly.
"I already know Cassie, but I think maybe you should tell Dean this information. You might be surprised what you find out."
Castiel shook his head. "No, it wouldn't matter. I know he would accept me because he had no problem accepting his brother when he came out, but he would still only ever see me as a friend. I don't think I would want to risk our friendship anyways."
Balthazar sighed sadly. "Castiel, you will never fully live your life until you take some risks. You just don't want wake up one morning with a long list of regrets. Just think about what I said, okay?"
Castiel nodded to humor Balthazar, but he knew he would never do anything that could possibly risk losing his best friend.
"Sam, are you there?" Jo's voice came out tinny over the speaker phone.
"I'm here, what's up?" Sam asked distractedly as he struggled flipping through books at his desk.
"My cock at the sound of your voice," purred a male voice.
Sam's head popped up and stared blankly at his cell phone that lay on the desk. "Who is that?"
"God, Gabe, really?" Sam could hear equal parts disgust and laughter in Jo's voice. "I have Gabe here with me. We wanted to both talk to you about Dean and Cas."
Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably. "What's going on?"
Gabe's voice came through this time. "They are at each other's throats. We need to do something to relieve the tension."
Sam was distracted slightly be Gabriel's voice. Even though he was talking about his brother and best friend, the firmness and cadence of that voice caused Sam's cock to give an interested twitch.
"Fuck…" he breathed.
"Sam? You okay?" Jo's voice was like a cold splash of water that quickly wilted his hardening cock. He was glad they couldn't see his full on blush of embarrassment.
"I'm fine…just realized I lost something. So, relieve the tension, huh? Maybe we should do the opposite and rack it up a notch. If we could get them to snap, then hopefully they will finally admit their feelings for each other." Sam suggested.
There was silence on the other end until Jo broke it. "Any ideas?"
"It has to be something out of their comfort zone…" Sam mussed.
"I think I have an idea." Gabe stated thoughtfully and then gave a dark chuckle. Sam leaned toward the phone, his body seeming to gravitate toward the sound of Gabe's voice.
"Tell us," Jo demanded excitedly.
Gabriel quickly told him his plans which had both Sam and Jo laughing.
"That's perfect! I really wish I was going to be there to see Dean's face!" Sam wiped a tear from his eye.
"Me too, but it would probably look suspicious if I went along." Jo said longingly.
"Don't worry guys, I'll tell you all about it. Now I need to go and find Dean if we are going to put this plan into operation by tomorrow night. I'll keep you informed."
"Thanks, Gabe."
"Hey Sammy…" Gabriel started.
"It's Sam." Sam could hear Jo's chuckle in the background.
"I've got two questions for you. Are you as sexy as you sound and are you single?"
"Gabe! Quit trying to flirt with my best friend!"
Sam laughed as he heard a scuffle on the other end of the phone followed by a plaintive cry of pain from Gabriel.
Sam hung up the phone; clearly he was forgotten by Jo and Gabriel on the other line.
Sam smiled to himself. Just two more weeks and he'll be back to the craziness that he called home.
He couldn't wait.
I'm back! I don't know how great this chapter is since I wrote on it sporadically while I was in New York but I hope you all still enjoy it.
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