Thank you to the many more who have followed and favorited this story. I love that you like it enough to do that. I'm sure you want to see more Castiel and Dean, and that is coming. I promise. I've actually finished this story, but I'm playing with an alternate ending right now. It took a very different turn than I expected and I'm not sure if I want it to take that turn. But I have time before sharing that part with you-just wanted to give you something to look forward to :)
Anyway, on with chapter six.
Chapter 6
The next four weeks went by relatively easily. Dean spent as little time as he could in his room, and avoided Castiel dressing and undressing in front of him. Whenever there was the possibility that Castiel would be getting changed, Dean got out of the room, whether it was to the gym or for a shower. He was the cleanest senior in the school.
When Dean had to change, he only did it when Castiel wasn't in the room—and locked the door to make sure his roommate couldn't get in. If Cas was there, Dean would leave the room and change somewhere else. There were certainly benefits to being on the football team. At least the team locker room was always open.
It wasn't as difficult as he thought it would be, but it didn't really help his head that much. He found himself thinking about his roommate now and then. It didn't help that he shared classes with the boy, and would picture his toned abs underneath his white school shirt. He would picture what Cas could look like writhing underneath him, basing it all on that one moan.
Dean punched the bag again, trying to stop himself from thinking like this. Four weeks and he was still thinking about his roommate in a less than appropriate way.
I remember the exact same feeling...
Castiel had clearly been through this. No, Dean would not allow himself to admit that this was something he was going through. He didn't like boys. It was just this school. This Goddamn school.
Two more weeks. That's all he had to focus on. Two more weeks and he'd be home for Christmas.
I know how torn you are.
Damn right he was torn. He wanted to beat the crap out of his roommate for making him feel this way, but at the same time he wanted to just kiss him everywhere. He wanted to protect Castiel from the football team.
They'd let off over the last couple of weeks. It seemed taunting the "fag" and his friends was no longer any fun. That helped make it a little easier for Dean. He could concentrate on his school work and playing football, but it didn't get rid of the full problem.
The sound of the door shutting caught Dean's attention, but he didn't stop with the punching bag. He just watched out of the corner of the room to see Benny walk into the gym. Dean rolled his eyes, and continued his training.
"You can't keep up the macho shtick for the whole year, brother." Benny informed him, grabbing the punching bag to keep it steady. Dean locked eyes with the boy, while he continued to punch at the bag.
"What would you know? Anyway, I thought you hated me."
"I've spoken to Cas," Benny shrugged his shoulders, "He told me about the dilemma you have. I get it now. Why you're being such a dick."
"You're gonna tell me that you went through this, too."
"No, but I know people who have," Benny told him, "There's no need to be ashamed of who you are, Dean."
"I'm not ashamed." Dean shook his head, continuing to beat the crap out of the punching bag. Part of him imagined Castiel's pretty face in its place. He could imagine punching the guy's lights out.
"You don't need to do this, brother."
Dean stopped and shook his head, "I'm not your brother, okay? My brothers are back home living a great life, while I'm stuck in this God forsaken place."
"You'll come to terms with it in your own time, but you'll probably lose one of the people who could help you right now," Benny held his hands up in defense, "Castiel has been where you are. Maybe you should talk to him, and stop worrying about that damned football team. They're not friends you'll want in a few years time, anyway."
With that, Benny just left. Dean shook his head, watching him leave. Damn did he want to beat the crap out of the guy.
Castiel was in the room when Dean got back from training. He'd decided to grab a shower up in the dormitories, but instantly regretted that decision. He should have gone down to the locker room, instead.
Sighing, he grabbed a towel, but then thought about the conversation he'd just had. Castiel must have said something to Benny for him to come find him and talk to him about it. That just wasn't on.
"Who do you think you are telling people about us?" Dean asked, staring at the boy, who was simply sitting on his bed reading a book. Castiel looked at him over the book.
"Are you talking to me?"
"Who else would I talk to, Sherlock?" Dean asked, "I just had an interesting conversation with Benny. Turns out you've been running your mouth off. I thought I told you that you weren't to tell anyone about us."
Castiel stood up from the bed calmly, but Dean wanted to get a rise out of him. He was pissed now.
"I warned you."
"Yes, you did, Dean," Castiel nodded, "But unlike you, I can talk to my friends about the things that bother me. I can tell them things. Benny won't tell anyone else."
"I don't care who he'll tell," Dean glared at the 17-year-old, "I told you not to tell anyone."
Dean shoved Castiel back, forcing him to stumble backwards towards the small desk by the wall. Closing the gap created by them, he got back into Castiel's face.
"I don't expect you to go breaking my rules."
"Why should I protect your dirty little secret, Dean?" Castiel laughed, "I don't owe you anything, and I'm not ashamed."
"You think I'm ashamed? What the hell could I be ashamed of?"
"Of being gay."
"I am NOT gay!" Dean grabbed the shorter boy's collar, pulling him towards him.
"Okay, bisexual. There is nothing wrong with it, Dean."
Dean's breathing was heavy and quick. He released Castiel's collar with one hand, raising it to punch him. Castiel winced slightly, and it didn't go unmissed by Dean. It made him think again. Instead of going after Castiel, Dean grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss.
He could feel Cas kiss him back, and that made Dean push his tongue into the boy's mouth. Castiel moaned as Dean rubbed his hips into his own, making Dean pull away.
"You make a sound and I'll beat the crap out of you." Dean warned and then pulled him back in for a kiss.
It seemed that Castiel wasn't going to take it, though. He pushed Dean back and glared at him.
"You don't get to act like this," Castiel shook his head, "You don't get to kiss me when the moment feels like it. You either want to be with me or you don't. It's either or."
"Why?" Dean asked, shaking his head with a confused look on his face.
"You really have to ask me that, Dean?" Castiel shook his head, "I'm not asking you to come out to your friends. But I am asking you to stop being so hot and cold. When we're together, you either want to be with me or you don't. We're not doing this back and forth all the time. It's not fair on me to do this. You know that."
Dean frowned. He knew that he was being a complete jackass to the guy, but he was struggling. He didn't know what these feelings meant, and he couldn't get it around his head that he could possibly like guys. How could he, at 17, all of a sudden decide that girls weren't his only interest?
"Look, I get that it's confusing for you," Castiel sighed, a softness in his blue eyes, "I really do. It's a lot to take in, but you need to come to terms with it in your own time. Until you do that, I'm not gonna be here for you to kiss and then threaten. The balls in your court now, Dean."
And with that, Castiel left the room. Dean was left on his own, wondering what the hell was going on. And he didn't know whether to be angry or impressed with the way his roommate had stood up to him.
Dean shook himself out of his thoughts and stormed out of the room. He had more to say to Castiel. Much more to say. He had questions, and he wanted answers right now.
He wasn't sure where Castiel had gone, but could take a few guesses. Storming into Benny and Speedy's room, he looked around. Speedy was the only one there, and looked at Dean with a frown.
"What do you want?" Speedy sneered at the football player.
Dean rolled his green eyes, "Where is he?"
"Who?"
"Cas. Where the fuck is he?"
"Not here," Speed shrugged his shoulders, causing Dean to slam the door and walk down the corridor, "Hey!"
Dean didn't stop hearing Speedy rushing after him, but he was soon forced to. Dean felt a hand on his shoulder and then he was roughly turned and pushed against the wall.
"You can't just barge into people's rooms, you know." Speedy warned him, but Dean wasn't interested in an argument. He pushed the teenager away and tried to walk away. The problem was Speedy wasn't letting him walk away from this. The dark-haired boy held Dean back, finally placing his forearm across his chest.
"You don't wanna set me off, man." Dean warned, his voice low and threatening.
"Oh maybe I do," Speedy threatened back, "I'm not letting you go after Castiel like this. He doesn't need your shit."
"I didn't need his shit," Dean argued back, "I didn't ask for any of it."
"What the hell are you talking about? You're the one that's been a dick to him."
"For good reason," Dean shot back, pushing Speedy back again. It was clear Castiel hadn't told his friends the truth about what happened and why Dean was acting so shady, "Now fuck off before I do something you regret."
"Oh hell no!" Speedy shouted, as other teenagers started walking out of their rooms. Dean really didn't want an audience for this. He just wanted to find Castiel to ask him one simple question, "What's your good reason, 'cuz I don't see any reason good enough for you to be a dick to Cas. He's not done anything to you."
"Not done anything?" Dean laughed, "Yeah, right. You have no fucking idea what he's done."
"He said he helped you with some school work and then you fucked off without even a thank you," Speedy shouted, "You jocks are all alike. Next you'll be getting Cas to do your work for you. You're just a jerk."
Dean had had enough. He shook his head with a humorless laugh and punched Speedy in the face.
"You might wanna ask him what really happened," he warned, "Ask the fag about him fucking kissing me. Now tell me I don't have a good enough reason."
Speedy was still in shock from being punched, but it was clear the admission didn't help. Dean used his chance to walk away, pushing past one of the juniors now in the corridor. Great, that news is gonna spread, Dean thought to himself, but at that moment he didn't really care. He just needed to get out of there.
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