Dean woke up, he was still in his sitting position, he groaned and stretched. His back aching and both of his legs asleep. He slowly stood and shuffled to the bedroom door, turning to see that Cas was still passed out on his bed. He smiled to himself and headed downstairs. He flicked on the kitchen lights and saw a note on the table.
Dean,
Saw you two asleep, so I left you alone. There are sandwiches made in the fridge for you when you guys get up.
~Mom XOXO
Dean smiled down at the note and hobbled over to the fridge, upon opening it, Dean saw a plentiful assortment of sandwiches made. He felt a little guilty that his mother made this much food for them, but his stomach couldn't care less. It growled loudly. He grabbed the plate of sandwiches and ate one of them. He grabbed a few water glasses, filled them with water, and grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen for Cas. He juggled the plate of sandwiches, water glasses, and pills up the stairs and into his room.
He set the glasses down with a rather loud thunk and accidentally woke up Cas, who jerked himself awake. Dean winced.
"I'm sorry… sandwich?" He held the plate of sandwiches out to Cas, who looked a little bewildered. Dean sat down on the edge of the bed, placing the sandwiches down in between them.
"After you eat some, I brought some painkillers up and something to drink," Dean gestured to the nightstand. Cas looked over and nodded slightly, dark circles lining his eyes. He grabbed a sandwich and slowly began eating it.
"What time is it?" Cas asked, his voice raspy. Dean rolled on his side and peered at the alarm clock that sat across the room.
"Uh, half past two…" Dean squinted to read the clock.
"In the morning?" Cas yelped, frantically searching for something.
"What're you looking for?" Dean asked.
"My phone!" Cas whisper shouted. Dean hopped up and helped searched for it, he saw it sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed.
"Found it," Dean grabbed it and handed it to Cas, who snatched it out of his hand. Cas sighed loudly and calmed down a little.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
"Not allowed to be out on Friday's, remember?" He said simply, "I figured I was dead meat when I got home, but Gabriel is covering for me…" He picked up a sandwich and began nibbling at it. Dean's heart wanted to explode. Cas' bedhead was the cutest thing ever, his hair sticking up in all different directions and the way he nibbled at his sandwich made Dean want to melt.
Cas' POV:
"What?" Cas asked. Dean didn't even flinch, not caring that Cas caught him staring.
"Nothing, just thinking about how cute you are…" Dean smiled smugly. Cas made a loud gulping noise and blushed slightly.
"Right, uh…" He frowned, "about last night… er… a couple hours ago… I think we should be friends. Like you suggested…" Cas finished his first sandwich. He cautiously glanced up at Dean who had the saddest look on his face. It made Cas' heart wrench, he jerked his gaze away and grabbed another sandwich.
"Okay," Dean said, Cas felt something stab through his heart, he wanted this, but hearing Dean accept made him feel sick. "On one condition, though…" Dean said. Cas raised his eyebrows at Dean and set the sandwich down.
"Yes?" Cas asked as he began to wring his hands.
"You tell me why," Dean said, staring deep into Cas' eyes. Cas frowned slightly.
"Excuse me?" He asked for clarification.
"You tell me why you want to be friends, if you do, then I'll gladly return to being friends with you, if you don't then you'll be stuck knowing that you will always hold my heart in your hands," Dean said. Cas frowned, he sat there for a moment, going through different reasonings, but one stuck out the most: Dean deserved to know because Dean took care of Cas, he brought him into his friend's group with no hesitation or mockery, and Cas liked Dean. A lot.
"O-okay," Cas started shakily, "I-You, you remember that I came from New York, right? Well, something happened. I-I, ah, I was caught being with another guy. My whole family is super religious, and all thought it was the end of the world and my uncle thought I would tarnish the families name… So, he basically removed me from civilization and placed me here, in hopes of nobody finding out about my "disorder" so they basically could abandon me here…" Cas swallowed hard, "I-I like you, a lot, Dean. You've always been here for me, you accepted me and brought me in, and you're still talking to me, even though you know what I actually am… and I'm grateful for that. You're my favorite person, but… I don't want to hurt you, I don't want your family turning their backs on you like mine did… and even though they don't love me, I don't want to disappoint my family any more than I already have…" Cas felt good to let his heart speak for once instead of his brain. To be able to confide with someone and know they'd never twist his words or use them against him.
Dean sat there for a long while. He stared at the floor, grinding his teeth, and occasionally squinting his eyes.
"You can hate me after I say this, you can call me selfish, you can do whatever you want, but I say fuck it, Cas. Fuck what your family thinks, hell, fuck what my family will think, fuck what anybody will think! Cas, I like you too, a lot, and unfortunately for you… nothing will ever change that," Dean turned to stare at Cas, whose eyes were slowly filling with tears.
"Dean, don't say that… You don't know anything about me…" Cas stated, wiping his eyes. Dean frowned at him.
"What's your favorite color?" Dean asked. Cas looked up at him confused.
"Uh, green…" He said. Dean nodded.
"What's your favorite food?" Dean asked. Cas just looked at him, "well?" He asked.
"Um, che-cheeseburgers," Cas stated. Dean nodded once again.
"What music do you like?" Dean asked.
"Classic rock," Cas replied. Dean smirked.
"Classic rock, I agree, good choice," He winked at Cas, who began blushing.
"Do you shower at night or in the morning?" Dean asked. Cas coughed up the bit of sandwich he was chewing.
"Do I what?" He coughed, grabbing the water and drinking some.
"You heard me. Night or morning?" Dean asked again.
"Depends on the type of day I've had," Cas said.
"Do you prefer coffee or tea?" Dean asked.
"Depends on what time of day it is, but I'd have to go with tea…" Cas smiled slightly.
"If you had to pick, what's a better classic movie: Star Wars or Indiana Jones?"
"Wh-what are you doing, Dean?" He asked, "what's up with all the questions?"
"I'm getting to know you," He said simply. Cas frowned.
"Dean, I-" Cas was cut off.
"My favorite color is blue, I love me some pie, I enjoy kicking back and listening to classic rock, I shower at night because nothing helps me unwind better than taking a hot shower before going to bed, I love coffee, probably a little too much, and I love Indiana Jones. He was my role model as a kid. Professor by day, archaeologist by night," Dean smiled to himself. Cas felt his cheeks warm up some and his heart began to patter.
"Dean, please…" Cas was cut off again.
"Like I said, Cas, call me selfish or whatever you want, but everything you say only makes me fall harder for you…" Dean confessed. Cas felt tears stream down his face. Dean frowned and crawled over to Cas, who was now hiding his face in his sleeves.
"Oh, Cas… I'm sorry…" Dean frowned, "I didn't mean to make you cry…" Dean grabbed one of Cas' arms a moved it from his face and began wiping the tears away. Cas shook his head.
"I-I'm fine, it's just… That made me so happy…" Cas smiled. He saw Dean tear up a little bit. Cas thought with his heart instead of his brain and he wrapped his arms around Dean, who quickly returned the embrace.
"I might be making the biggest mistake of my life, but I don't care," Cas cried. "Dean, I want to be with you…" Dean tightened his embrace.
"As do I," He replied, smiling into Cas' shoulder.
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A/N: You'll have to forgive the sappiness of this chapter... I was listening to Elvis Presley's "Can't Help Falling Love" while writing this chapter...
