Dean shut himself away in his tent. He unzipped the side flaps just slightly to let some cool, fresh air inside, but not enough for anyone to see him. He grabbed his knees and shook his head. He then ran his hands through his hair. His crushed his eyes shut. He was feeling everything at once. He wanted to go back and finish what he started, but he couldn't get past the fact that he actually kissed another guy, especially a guy that he had just met that weekend.
He flopped back onto his sleeping bag and rubbed his palms into his eyes. He gritted his teeth together and turned on his side. Images of what had happened flashed through his mind. How he initiated it. How he knew what he was doing. How Castiel kissed back.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled. He kicked the side of his tent, hoping to hit something harder, but the thin fabric of the tent was the most he could get.
"Dean?" Dean jumped at the sound of Jo's voice. He contemplated opening the tent up for her, but he knew that she would persistently call for him until he answered. He crawled to the entrance of his tent and opened it up. "Dean, why are you inside that hot tent?" Jo stood there in her suit. Her hair was pulled up into a wet ponytail. She held a few water balloons that were left over from the fight.
Dean bit his lip, deciding whether or not to tell Jo. She was his best friend, but sometimes things needed to be left unsaid. "I was taking a nap." He lied.
"Oh." Jo shifted her weight to her other leg. "Can I come in?" She asked, leaning over and setting the few water balloons she had down on the ground in front of Dean's tent. She didn't wait for an answer from Dean. She just pushed past him and crawled into the tent and sat down next to Dean. "So…."
"Jo." Dean turned away from her, but she knew something was up. She stared at him before he felt her stare bearing into the back of his head. "What?"
"I'm your friend. You can tell me anything." She said half-heartedly. A nervous smile appeared on her face as she placed her hand onto Dean's and strummed her fingers on the back of his hand. The tent felt hot with both of them inside. "Why do you keep everything to yourself? I know I haven't known you long, but I feel like I know enough about you to know something is bothering you." She rubbed her thumb over Dean's hand.
Dean tried to concentrate at the moment at hand, but his thoughts flitted back to the moment at the tree line, in the heat of a water balloon battle, his lips against Castiel's, everything fitting perfectly. He just couldn't stop thinking about Castiel. "Jo, why don't you reevaluate yourself before you make assumptions about me?" He said harshly and pulled his hand away from underneath Jo's delicate fingers.
"Dean- I-" Jo was taken back by the sudden outburst of anger that Dean showed. She sat back an inch or two before Dean's grabbed her arm roughly.
"I know you're in love with me. Hell, everyone knows that we would be perfect together. Why do we play it off like it's nothing? I'm sick of this shit." Dean pounded his teeth together and his heart pumped rapidly in his chest.
"Fine." Jo grabbed Dean's face, clawing her hand to the back of his head and grabbing a fist full of hair. "Have it your way." She smashed her lips against his in that moment. Dean instantly kissed back, rough but sweet. He pushed Jo down to the sleeping bag and crawled over top of her. Their mouths molded together with sloppy kisses. When they parted they sucked in quick breaths before Dean started to work on Jo's neck, leaving small marks on her skin. She gasped at the feeling of his stubble rubbing on her skin.
Dean grinded against Jo's body. The feeling of being on top of a girl cleared his mind free from Castiel. They kissed passionately and needy. Jo clawed at Dean's back. Her nails clawed into his bare back. Dean pulled at the strings of her swimsuit; they slipped from the knot and fell over her shoulders loosely. Dean ran his hand up her toned stomach and then gripped her breast tenderly.
"Ah, Dean." Jo breathed out. She pushed up against Dean's lean body. When her mouth opened for her to speak, Dean took the chance to travel his wanting tongue inside and explore. Jo moaned into Dean's mouth.
They tossed and turned in the tent and Jo's foot popped out of the tent. She pulled it back inside as to not get noticed by anyone outside, but it was futile. A tap came to the tents surface and then Charlie's voice rang out.
"Hey Dean, are you going to continue what you did with Castiel?" She asked while unzipping Dean's tent and looking inside. "Oh-" Charlie awkwardly stared into the tent and made an 'oops' face. Dean immediately pulled off of Jo, face flushed. Jo popped up, holding her swimsuit top up with one hand and running his other hand through her messy hair. "Awk-ward." Charlie laughed and then took a step back from the tent. "I'll just be over- here." Charlie side stepped away from the tent and then walked off quickly towards Gabriel who was snickering slightly.
Jo turned her back to Dean and lifted her hair while holding up the strings of her bikini top. "Little help, Winchester?" She asked, pulling the strings the right length for Dean to tie them up. He grabbed then and tied a bow. Jo let her hair fall like a blonde curtain on her back. "So what happened with Castiel?" She asked.
Dean's heart stopped. He let his hands rest on Jo's hot skinned back. "Nothing." He said softly before kissing her back and getting up to get out of the tent. He was almost out he exit when Jo grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him back down. He looked at her and grimaced. "Seriously, it's nothing."
"You weren't in here taking a nap." Jo slipped her fingers from Dean's wrist and let her hand fall to her lap.
"No, I wasn't." Dean stared at the floor of the tent. He paused at the exit of the tent before shrugging off Jo's gaze and leaving. He slowly made his way over to the pick-up truck and chugged a beer. He leaned against the metal siding of the truck and rolling his neck. He squinted into the sun and sighed. I should go home. This weekend isn't going as planned.
Dean knew that he should just wait the weekend out since he could probably avoid Castiel if he tried hard enough. He pushed off from the truck side and chucked his beer bottle towards the trash. It hit the edge of the trashcan and bounced off. He growled and wen to pick it up, but Gabriel was already there, picking it up for him and then smiling at him. "Hey."
Dean nodded his head. "Hey, man."
"My brother is looking for you." Gabriel said as he walked over to the pick up and leaned over the edge to dig through the melting cooler. "He seems distraught for a guy who doesn't show much emotion, what'd you do, anyway?" Gabriel pulled out an icy beer and popped the cap off. He took a sip before looking at Dean for an answer.
"Nothing." Dean walked off.
"Sure." Gabriel rolled his eyes, taking another swig from his beer. "Better make it up, Winchester." He pointed over towards the tree line with his beer. Castiel was just in sight, standing there, looking into the thick of the trees. Dean could see him bringing his hand to his lips then letting it fall to his side.
"Fine." Dean grumbled. He rubbed the back of his neck before taking a step. Within a few minutes he was at Castiel's side and silent. Castiel looked up from the ground and his blue eyes bored into Dean. "Cas."
"You can teach me to swim." Castiel suddenly said.
"What?" Dean wasn't expecting anything about swimming to come out of Castiel's mouth. He was expecting something about the kiss.
"When we leave for home, you can teach me."
"Oh- okay." Dean kicked he dirt under his feet. "So we are good?" He asked under his breath. He stood there awkwardly waiting for Castiel to react in some way, but he stayed emotionless. The silence grew as Dean waited for an answer.
"I am good, but I can tell you aren't." Castiel faced away from Dean and ran his fingers over the bark of the tree. "You should go back to Jo." Castiel glanced over towards the tent area, which made Dean look. Jo was standing there talking with Charlie and Gabriel. She looked up and saw Dean and waved while smiling. Dean raised his hand slightly to wave back, but turned his attention back to Castiel.
"So are we going to talk about it?" Dean asked.
"Do you want to?" Castiel questioned back.
Dean bit his lip and thought about it for a moment. He realized then that if he wanted the whole thing to disappear then Castiel would comply. "I-" Dean began. Then he felt a tingle on his lips and didn't think about the last person he kissed, Jo. He thought about Castiel. "Yes." Dean grabbed Castiel's hand swiftly and pulled him off into the trees. He knew of a semi-private beach area that only a few had found over the course of the weekend. "Come on, let's talk."
Castiel allowed Dean to drag him through the trees and they soon disappeared.
Jo watched as Dean walked off with Castiel. Holding hands, as they left no less. "Did anyone else see that?" She questioned Gabriel and Charlie, who just looked at each other. "What? What's going on?"
"I think they're going to have a little chat about some on goings." Gabriel snickered.
"What do you mean?" Jo asked, she watched the tree line to see if Dean and Castiel would come back into sight, but they didn't. "Did they fight?"
"Well, I guess you can say that." Charlie piped up. "With their mouths." Her and Gabriel burst out laughing. Jo had a mortified look on her face. "No joke, brochacho. Looks like you're not the only one who's had a slice of Dean. I saw them a little while ago smashing lips." Jo's eyes were wide and some of her blonde hair fell into her face.
"There is no way." Jo said, still not believing what she was hearing. "Dean and I- We just-" Her mouth was open in awe. "I- Just-"
"Let's just give them some space." Gabriel and Jo hooked their arms over Jo shoulders and led her off to where the alcohol was. She was going to need it.