"You're very warm." Castiel stated, moving impossibly closer to Dean and his intoxicating warmth.

Dean laughed a throaty laugh and wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist. He looked over at Castiel and noticed he really did fall asleep this time. Dean had the sudden urge to kiss the sleeping boy in his arms, so he pecked his forehead softly and closed his eyes.

Castiel woke up, feeling two arms tightly wrapped around his waist. He looked up to see a sleeping Dean, his face only inches away from his own.

Dean looked so peaceful when he was asleep, not the weary expression he usually wore. Castiel smiled softly, even though he knew Dean couldn't see.

Castiel could lay here forever, in this warm cocoon of Dean with their legs tangled together. Too bad Dean woke up only a few minutes after Cas due to the alarm clock on his bedside table. Castiel felt the urge to throw that thing out of the window for destroying their peaceful slumber, but it was time to get up and go to school.

"Good morning angel." Dean whispered, trying not to ruin the serenity of the room.

"Angel again?" Castiel asked yawning. He stretched his arms out above his head. Castiel noticed Dean looking at the place where his shirt rode up. Castiel blushed, pulling the shirt down instantly. He wasn't used to this kind of attention.

"Unless you want me to call you Blue Eyes." Dean smirked, he untangled their legs and sat up, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

Castiel blushed and averted his eyes from Dean's, inspecting his room. The room was normal sized, but quite empty. There were no personal belongings. Not even photographs.

"Breakfast?" Dean asked, laying his big hand on Castiel's shoulder. Castiel could feel the heat radiating off of him, sending shivers down his spine.

"Yes, thank you." Castiel smiled softly, enjoying the warm feeling that was forming inside his stomach. Dean couldn't help but smile back and slid out of his bed, immediately exiting the room.

Castiel continued to just lay there, thinking about this feeling he always had with Dean. He never experienced that with someone before, well he never had an actual serious relationship before, but that was not the point. Dean felt like home; warm and safe. He could see himself falling in love with Dean too. It was amazing to know Dean felt the same way. Maybe it was time for him to take Dean on a date. Wait, isn't there a fair in town? Castiel smiled at his idea, already getting excited. Still, he had to ask Dean. This is going to be nerve-wracking.

Castiel finally stood up from the bed, leaving his cocoon of warmth behind, and headed to the kitchen. Sam was nowhere to be found, probably still in his room either getting ready or sleeping.

"There you are!" Dean's cheerful voice called out, still facing the stove and flipping what looks like to be a blueberry pancake. Castiel's stomach rumbled at the smell coming off the delicious food in front of him.

Castiel took place at the dinner table, patiently waiting until Dean was done. Dean quietly hummed a song Castiel had never heard. Castiel closed his eyes, almost falling back asleep again before Dean placed a plate on the table with an impressive amount of pancakes on top of it. Castiel's mouth watered at the sight.

Dean left again and returned with two plates and cutlery. "You can dig in now."

Castiel ignored the smug grin on Dean's face and stacked some pancakes on his plate, immediately "digging in" as Dean called it. He stuffed bits of pancake in his mouth, almost moaning at the taste. Almost.

Dean calmly ate his own pancakes, shamelessly staring at Castiel with a sparkle in his eyes. This almost felt domestic. There was no other word for it, and Castiel didn't mind it one bit. It was supposed to scare him, make him worried about their future, which would undeniably end badly. But he couldn't. This made him feel warm inside and with Dean's smile aimed at him, he never felt so sure of anything in his life.

Of course school was about to ruin this moment. It was already getting late and they both still needed to shower and get dressed.

"We could shower together, to save time and the environment." Dean casually stated with a wink, before turning his back to Castiel, giving him the perfect opportunity to check out the muscles in his back.

Castiel gulped and quickly averting his eyes from Dean's broad shoulders to a random spot on the wall. Dean looked back to see a flustered Castiel intensely staring at a wall. Dean chuckled softly and opened his bedroom for Castiel to come in. Dean cleared his throat, making Castiel look up and rush into the bedroom.

"May I take a shower?" Castiel asked, his cheeks already heating up. He wasn't looking Dean in the eye, so Dean lifted his chin with his fingers and leaned in closer.

"You may."

Castiel shuddered at the husky tone in Dean's voice and quickly grabbed his clothes from the day before, hoping nobody would notice.

"You can borrow a shirt if you want." Dean said, rummaging through his closet.

"If it's not too much trouble, then yes, thank you." Castiel smiled, patiently waiting until Dean found something for him to wear. Castiel knew he was going to look ridiculous wearing his clothes as Dean was a lot broader and slightly taller than himself. Everything would be too big on him, but for some reason, he didn't care. Maybe it was Dean's lingering smell on the shirt he borrowed last night, or the thought that he was wearing Dean's clothes. Either way, Castiel liked it.

"Here, you can wear this." Dean said, handing him a moss green plain T-shirt and a plaid shirt with hints of the same color green. Castiel smiled softly as he took the clothes in his hands.

"I heard Sam coming out of the shower so I will just use his. I'll meet you in the living room once we're done, okay?" Dean asked. "Oh, and you can just use whatever in the bathroom."

"Thank you, Dean." Castiel replied. Without thinking Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, resting his head on Dean's broad chest. Castiel quickly pulled away when he realized what he just did and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door from the inside.

Dean stood frozen in his bathroom, he wanted to hug the boy closer and longer. But he ran off before Dean could do anything. He didn't have time to understand what was happening and hug him back. Dean hoped Cas wouldn't think that he didn't want this. Because he did, he craved it. The warmth of the lean boy felt like heaven. All of his worries slipped away when he had Cas in his arms. And he let him go.

You are such an idiot.

The ride to school was awkward to say the least. Sam was grumpy as always, so he wasn't talking, just having a staring competition with his reflection in the window. Castiel wasn't talking either, Dean assumed he was still embarrassed about the hug. Dean tried to start a conversation, but it eventually died down every time. Dean sighed for the about the twentieth time that car ride. I have to make it up somehow.

Dean parked the car in an empty spot and turned off the engine. Sam immediately sprang out of the car and rushed to the school. Castiel and Dean sat in silence for a few minutes. After a while Castiel stepped out of the car as well, not knowing how to handle this situation. Dean jumped out of Baby the minute Castiel slammed the door shut, running after him. Castiel was a fast walker; Dean actually had to put effort into keeping up with him.

They were halfway when Dean had enough. He grabbed Castiel's arm and spun him around. Castiel, being quite clumsy, fell into Dean's arms. Castiel tried to pull away, but Dean wasn't planning on letting him go. Not again.

Dean's arms circled around Castiel's waist and pulled him closer. Castiel hesitated, but eventually ended up winding his arms around Dean's neck. They stayed in each other's arms, neither of them wanting to let go. It felt like Castiel mended Dean back together. Gluing the broken pieces until they became one again. Dean was always the one being strong for others, keeping others safe before even thinking about himself. Protecting his little brother, giving him the last bit of food, even though he was hungry himself. With Castiel, he felt like he could be a little selfish for once. Like he could let go without fearing everything would break apart without him. Castiel would take care of him, he was sure.

The loud ringing of the school bell broke them out of the peaceful daze. Dean let out a relieved sigh. Don't get him wrong, he adored being in Castiel's arms, but he was getting too emotional, and way too attached. He had to remind himself that this wouldn't last forever. One day his father would come back and bring them on the next hunt. It was only a matter of time.

Dean released Castiel from his firm grip and took a few steps back, inspecting Castiel's now scarlet face. Dean smiled at the shyness of the shorter boy.

"Come on, we don't want to be late."

"Since when do you care if we're late?" Castiel asked, squinting his eyes suspicious of Dean's words.

"Guess you have a bad influence on me." Dean smirked, eying Castiel up and down. He still couldn't get over how cute Cas looked in his clothes.

"You mean a good influence." Castiel said, rolling his eyes. The shyness from before almost completely gone, replaced by a teasing version of Castiel he only ever showed Dean.

Dean just winked and motioned Castiel to follow him into the building. Students were already flooding inside the school, meaning they were already kind of late. Getting through the sea of people inside, already took a while.

"Class is cancelled!" Charlie cheered, slapping Dean on his back.

"Wait, what-."

"Miss Masters got the flu and there are no teacher or substitutes who can take over the class." Charlie beamed, throwing her hand up in the air. Dean and Castiel shared a look. They worked such a long time on the project and now it was all for nothing. Well, they did get a good talk out of it, and of course sleeping together in the same bed wasn't a bad thing either.

"Maybe we can hang out together?" Dean asked, looking down at Charlie and Cas.

"Sorry Dean, I can't." Charlie said, walking off in the other direction after doing a peace sign with her hands.

"So Cas…"

"Sure. Maybe we can go outside?" Castiel asked, his blue eyes shining with hope. How was Dean supposed to say no to that?

"Lead the way."

They sat down on the white bleachers in front of the football field. The place wasn't the most romantic, but there was currently nobody there, so it gave them the privacy they craved. Dean thought he would get sick of hanging around the same person all the time, but instead, he couldn't get enough.

"Hey Dean, can I ask you something." Castiel asked, his voice slightly shaking. His hand fumbled with the sleeves of Dean's plaid shirt that fell over his hands.

"Of course you can." Dean tried to give him a reassuring smile and prayed to god it worked.

"W-well, there is this, uhm, fair in town. And I thought, maybe, we could, uhm, go. I guess. Like, t-together, maybe." Castiel stammered, once again turning bright red.

"You mean like…" Dean bowed forward, his lips close to Castiel's ear. "A date?"

This time the blush reached all the way down from his cheeks to his neck. Dean smirked, knowing full well what he did to the boy.

"Uhm, I mean, o-only if you want to."

"I'll pick you up at seven."

"Does that mean-."

"Yes Cas, I would love to go to the fair with you." Dean smiled fondly at the nervous wreck in front of him. It surprised Dean that Castiel of all people would take the first step, but this only made Dean crave him more. He was hoping Castiel possessed some dominant side nobody has ever seen.

God that would be hot.

The lights of the fair shone brightly against the dark world surrounding them. Dean admired them from a distance as he parked Baby a couple of minutes away from it. He has never been to a fair in his whole life, his father basically banned anything fun. Dean had no idea what to expect. He saw roller coasters, a huge Ferris wheel and various signs with words written on them like "Cotton Candy" or "Arcade".

Dean got excited just by watching the people have fun; screaming from the roller coaster and cheering from the arcade. Dean couldn't wait any longer. Castiel must've noticed because he stared at Dean, waiting for him to get out of the car.

They walked down the hill together and at the entrance Castiel paid for their tickets. He ignored the protesting Dean and gave his money to the teenager behind the booth.

The fair was extremely crowded. A horde of people almost swept Castiel away from Dean. He quickly grabbed Castiel to prevent him from falling over and kept holding on to make sure they wouldn't lose each other in the crowd. Castiel's warm hand was smaller than his own and very soft against his calloused ones.

They made their way to the cotton candy and ended up buying a gigantic one, they shared together. And no it wasn't some Lady and the Tramp thing, they just used their hands to rip the cotton candy off the stick.

After that they went to the arcade, where Dean was flabbergasted by Castiel who was actually quite good at arcade games. And of course they went on the roller coaster, in which they screamed with joy and maybe a little bit of fear. That thing was high!

They leaned against each other, with their fingers intertwined as they made their way to the Ferris wheel. They had decided to save this one for last, to end the night calmly. And probably because the Ferris wheel was a really romantic thing to do. It wasn't that they weren't ready, they were just afraid to take that first step.

Until they stopped in front of the big wheel, multicolored lights lighting up the entire fair. Dean gulped, watching Castiel carefully. He couldn't read his expression, making Dean ten times more nervous.

"Do you want to go in?" Dean asked hesitantly, not looking Castiel in the eye. He wouldn't be able to handle the rejection, even if he tried. Maybe it was just this huge metal thing, but it could mean so much more for their relationship.

"Yes Dean, if that's okay with you." Castiel said calmly, still no expression on his face.

"Yeah, of course it is."

They waited in line for about five minutes when it was their turn to take a seat. It was a small cabin and Dean was relieved to see it had only room for two, giving them as much privacy as they needed.

They sat in silence until they reached the top. The wheel stopped spinning, giving them the perfect view of the fair and beyond. But Dean wasn't looking at the view at all, he admired Castiel looking out of the small windows instead.

The lights illuminated his face in the most breathtaking way and his ocean blue eyes shone. Dean really wanted to kiss him right now. Not just want, need, and hell he craved it.

Castiel slowly turned his head, facing Dean fully now. Neither of them spoke, but they didn't need to. Their eyes said enough. Castiel licked his lips involuntarily, while glancing at Dean's lips. His eyes flashed up for a moment to stare into Dean's grass green eyes, only to look back at his lips. Dean slowly leaned forward, giving Castiel time to back out if he wanted to. Instead, Castiel leaned in too, his eyes closing once he was close enough to feel Dean's breath fanning his face. Dean took a moment to take all of Castiel in; his sex hair, his beautiful face, his smell that was somewhat cinnamon-y. Then, Dean closed his eyes as well.

It was just a soft peck on the lips, nothing more nothing less. They opened their eyes again, watching each other for a brief moment with a soft smile on their faces, before they leaned back in again. This time the kiss lasted longer, their lips melting into each other. They moved at a slow pace, until Dean grabbed the back of Castiel's head and pulled them closer. Dean felt one hand move to his face and the other one clutching his hip. Dean swept his tongue against Castiel's bottom lips, asking for entrance, which Castiel gladly gave him. Dean let his tongue roam the inside of Castiel's mouth, before they had to pull away for air.

A huge smile spread across Dean's face, matching the beaming one on Castiel face. Dean cupped his cheeks and gave him one last peck, then looked around noticing they were almost on the ground again.

They stepped out the cabin, with their hands linked, smiling like idiots.