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"Dean! Dean, come here real quick I need your help! Dean Winchester!" Cas called out to Dean without giving him a chance to reply first.
"Yeah Cas okay! Jeez I'll be right there. Don't even let a guy shower in peace would you?" Dean replied, mumbling the last part mostly to himself. He wrapped a towel around his waist, still mostly dripping from his interrupted shower. 'Thank God I wasn't jerking off right then. That would have been really awkward to explain to Cas' Dean thought to himself with a chuckle as he exited the shower and went outside to see what Cas was doing.
Cas was in his room buttoning up his jeans. His jeans that hugged his ass in such a perfect way that Dean had to remind himself to breathe because HOLY FUCK Cas had a phenomenally perfect ass. That ass should be made illegal. Cas was wearing nothing – absolutely nothing – on top. Dean wasn't sure if he should check out Cas' ass or his chest. Cas had a perfectly chiselled chest, how had Dean missed that before? Dean's eyes raked Cas' naked torso with the hunger of someone who hadn't gotten laid in ages. Although, in Dean's case that was pretty accurate.
Dean snapped out of his fantasy of having his mouth all over Cas with a shake of his head and he cleared his throat. He looked up at Cas to see him look like a deer caught in the headlights and Dean was sure he just imagined that he saw Cas' eyes snap up from around his crotch. Projecting his feelings and all that.
"Uhh. Dean, I uhh. I have a date with Balthazar tonight and since you are way more experienced in the dating department, can you help me decide what to wear? I mean I wore this jeans because it hugs my butt in a nice way but I don't know what shirt to wear. I could wear the blue one that you got me because it 'brings out my eyes' or the green one because it is slightly tight in the 'right places' whatever that means. Charlie told me that the green one makes me look 'dreamy' and now I'm confused."
It took Dean a few seconds to start thinking from his upstairs brain and comprehend what Cas meant. Date. Balthazar. Clothes. That was all that his brain finally registered.
"Yeah, umm wait let me get you one of my shirts. It a bit small on me so it should fit you perfectly."
Dean turned around and took a deep breath to calm down the boner that was forming under his towel. He went to his room and grabbed a blue T-shirt that he thought would fit Cas well. He also grabbed a pair of boxers and wore them, it was way more comfortable than the towel.
Shirt in hand, Dean went back to Cas' room where he was trying to tame his hair only to have it stick out even more, making him go from just-woke-up-from-an-amazing-nap to I-was-just-thoroughly-fucked-by-my-boyfriend-five-minutes-ago and Dean would be damned if that look didn't do things to him below the belt that no amount of deep breaths could calm down. It was not a good idea to have the hots for his best friend but apparently his dick seemed to have missed the memo.
By the time Cas was ready for his date, Dean's willpower had been stretched thin and it took him everything he had to not bend Cas right there and have his way with him.
When Cas left, Dean said a too cheerful goodbye which earned him a suspicious look from Cas.
'Dammit Dean. Way to act normal. Now Cas knows you love him and you've ruined your friendship. Great job fucking up this too.' Said a voice on his shoulder which sounded a lot like himself.
'Oh come on, Dean, you're just in a good mood, happy that your childhood best friend is getting some, that doesn't have to mean more than that to Cas.' Said a Sammy sounding voice.
'No nope nu-uh Cas knows. What with all the not to subtle checking out, even a blind person would know that Dean is in love with Cas. Dean and Cas sitting in a tree and all that jazz.'
"Goddammit" Dean muttered. Thankfully the voices were a total boner killer so he didn't have to worry about feeling guilty about jacking off to his male best friend.
...
Dean was in the kitchen preparing himself something to eat when his phone rang. Since Cas would be eating with his date, this was the first time in a long time that Dean had to prepare a meal for only one person. Earlier it used to be for him and Sammy and then him and Cas, so Dean was feeling a bit unbalanced having to cook for one. That's why when his phone rang, he answered without looking at the caller id like he always did.
"Dean Ross Winchester!" came an angry voice from the other end of the call, making Dean flinch. Sammy never used his full name unless he was in trouble. Well two can play this game.
"Samuel Tristan Winchester." Dean answered calmly. "What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
"Oh shut up, Dean. You very well know what happened."
Dean's expression became contorted with confusion because he genuinely had no idea what Sammy meant. But before he could ask, Sam continued.
"You finally, after so many years, realize that you're in love with your best friend. Let me emphasise on the finally part of it, by the way. And you don't think that I should know? You're supposed to tell me stuff like that yourself. Instead I heard it from Charlie because she thought I knew."
Sam finished his short rant with a sigh and Dean chose that break to speak up.
"Well Sammy, you're one to speak. When were you going to tell me that you were boning Gabe?"
Sam sputtered, knowing he had been caught and mumbled something on the lines of you don't get to scold me for hiding anything because you're hiding too.
Ignoring Sam's jab, Dean continued
"So you gonna tell me what's up with you and Gabriel?"
"First you gotta tell me what's up with you and Cas."
Dean was about to tell him to mind his own beeswax when something struck him.
"Wait Sammy what do you mean by finally I realized I'm in love with him? And what do you mean after years?"
"Seriously Dean? You never realized you've been in love with your best friend for years? That's why Gabe and Charlie and I tease you guys so much. You two are so in love with each other that even a blind person would think you're together but neither of you ever realize it."
Around halfway through this impromptu speech, Cas came back from his date and Dean got distracted, missing out the last part.
"... Deanie weenie? Hello?" Gabe's voice called out to him from the other end of the call, breaking Dean out of his trance where he was staring at Cas' ass. Cas who was bent at the waist looking in the fridge for water, had no idea what effect his jeans was having on Dean.
"What? Yes I'm here, you were saying? Wait a second when did Gabe come on call, I was talking to Sammy." Dean said, not realizing that he had zoned out for a minute, so focused on Cas' ass that he didn't notice Gabe come on line.
"I've been here for quite some time now, thank you very much for noticing." Gabe replied, while at the same time, Cas who had heard Gabe's name asked,
"Gabe's on call? Wait I want to talk to him."
Hearing Cas' voice, Gabe said to Sam, "Ah. He got distracted by Cas. Makes sense." And they both laughed at his expense.
Cad took Dean's phone and put it on speaker, keeping the phone between their faces so that they both could talk to their brothers.
Throughout the rest of the call, Dean was hyper aware of how close Cas' face was to his and how he could feel Cas' breath on his face when he spoke. Dean could see every shade of blue in Cas' eyes and noticed every small detail about him. He saw the crinkles around Cas' eyes when he laughed and the scrunch of his brow when he frowned. Most of all, he noticed how absolutely kissable Cas' lips were and wanted nothing more than to cover the distance between them and kiss Cas. And it scared the life out of him knowing how much he wanted his best friend. Until now, nothing had scared Dean Winchester more than his feelings for his best friend did.