Chapter 4 – "Studying"

That night, Cas told his aunt and uncle that he was gay. He told them about Dean and about how he made him feel truly happy for the first time since Balthazar's death. Both his aunt and uncle took it very well and they honestly just seemed more glad that their nephew was happy than anything else.

Dean and Cas agreed on the way to school the next morning that they'd wait a little while to become public so they could let things settle between themselves before bringing anyone else into it. So for about a week and a half, they acted as they had been during school hours, but once they got back in the Impala after the bell rang, they were allowed to act like boyfriends again. Sam got over his bout of the flu pretty quickly so they'd usually just drop him off at home after school before going out again to spend an hour or so by themselves.

They had been together a little over two weeks and their first biology test was on Monday, so on Saturday, Dean invited Cas over to study and to meet his uncle. Like Cas, the Winchesters were orphans and lived with their Uncle Bobby. He wasn't actually their uncle, but he was a close family friend and had taken the boys in after their father died. Cas was nervous to meet him no matter how much Dean promised that Bobby would like him.

Dean came by Cas' house to pick him up that afternoon, then they drove to his house. It wasn't a big house and there were a few battered old cars parked in the side yard but Cas loved the place almost immediately. He followed Dean inside.
"Hey Bobby, I'm back," Dean called.
There was the sound of approaching footsteps and then Dean's uncle walked into the hallway.
"Figured it was you," said Bobby. "This your friend?"
"Yeah. Cas, this is Bobby," said Dean. "And Bobby, this is Cas, my... boyfriend."
"Nice to meet you, Cas," said Bobby, shaking his hand.
Dean looked at Bobby as though he had been expecting a much different reaction.
"What're you lookin' like that for? C'mon Dean, I've known you weren't all straight since I caught you watching the Black Swan on Sam's laptop," said Bobby.
Cas snickered.
"What?" said Dean indignantly.
"Nothing," Cas said innocently.
"Well, I'll let you two go now," said Bobby. "And don't try and use the lotion in the bathroom for lube, we've probably got something in the cabinet."
"What?" said Cas, eyes wide.
"Bobby, we're studying for biology!" Dean said in mortification.
"Uh-huh, right. Well get studying then, yeh idjits," said Bobby as he exited the hallway.
"Idjits?" Cas echoed questioningly.
"It's a sorta endearing insult he uses. Sorta like idiots..." Dean explained. "Anyway..."
Dean led Cas up the stairs to his room. It was just as Cas expected. A neatly made bed, a slightly cluttered desk with a calendar full of photos of old cars hanging above it, the walls covered in posters of Led Zeppelin, ACDC, and Metallica.
"Like it?" Dean asked.
"It's great," said Cas, grinning.
He strode across the room and plopped down on the edge of the bed, where Dean joined him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Shall we study?" asked Dean.
"Might as well," said Cas.
They pulled out their textbooks and kicked off their shoes. Half an hour later found them sprawled across Dean's bed, textbooks open to halfway through the chapter, casting more glances at the clock and at each other than at the page they were supposed to be studying.
"Break time?" Cas suggested finally.
"Yeah, definitely," said Dean.
They both shoved their textbooks roughly to the floor and a second later their lips were locked. They kissed hungrily, hardly pausing to breathe, and it was several minutes before they broke apart, panting.
"I'm gonna go search the bathroom cabinet," said Dean breathlessly.
"Yeah, good idea," replied Cas.
Dean scrambled off the bed and hurried from the room. He was back in under a minute. He kicked the door shut behind him and set a little bottle on the nightstand before pulling his shirt off over his head and diving back into kissing Cas on the bed. A minute later, Dean pulled Cas' shirt off and kissed his shoulder, his collarbone, his neck, then finally back to his lips. Cas smiled as their lips met again and slid his hands down to unbuckle Dean's belt. Though his hands were quivering with anticipation, he undid it as though he had done this a million times and quickly unbuttoned Dean's jeans and pulled down the zipper. Dean let out a happy little sound into Cas' mouth as he slid his hand down the front of his jeans. Just then, the door flung open and Cas and Dean sprang apart as though electrocuted as Sam walked in.
"Hey Dean, can I borrow – oh my god!" he said, eyes widening in alarm at the scene he'd just barged in on.
"Damn it, Sam, not now!" Dean growled in frustration.
"Sorry!" Sam said, scampering back out and slamming the door behind him.
"Sorry about that," said Dean, turning back to Cas. "Now where were we?"

Cas and Dean lay next to each other in a tangle of limbs and bed sheets, hot but happy. Cas' arm was draped across Dean's gently rising and falling chest and Dean had his fingers in Cas' messy dark hair. Their biology textbooks were still strewn across the floor, all but forgotten. Neither of them felt the need to talk or do anything except look at each other and feel the comforting warmth of the other's body against their own.
Could this be what falling in love feels like? Cas wondered.
He looked into Dean's bright green eyes and smiled. Yes, it just could be.