This went out faster than what i excpected, hum hope it's not bad and uh i'll update, sometime, idk

Dean followed Cas through the house trying not to bump into anything because for some reason Cas didn't want to turn the lights on.

"Jesus mother fucking christ !"

Dean cried out as he hit his right shin on a coffee table's sharp edge.

"Are you okay Dean ?"

"Yeah yeah, I just, why is that table there anyways ?!"

"There was no other place to put it."

Castiel said matter of factly. Dean sighed. All of the sudden Castiel grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him with him.

"Just follow me and you won't hit anything."

How was Dean even supposed to follow him when he was holding Castiel's hand ? His fucking hand ! He almost couldn't even breath, why, why was he holding his hand, he could have just told him to be more carefull. What did it mean ? How could Cas just hold his hand like it was nothing when Dean couldn't even dare brush his fingers ?

Dean clumsily followed Cas to his room when Cas let go of is hand and opened a door.

Castiel's room was big. The walls were white and a white carpet covered the ground. There were no posters hanging on the wall, just a shelve with a few dozen books, a big wooden desk and a queen sized bed with a few pillows in the middle of the room. It didn't look like a teenagers room, maybe an accountant, it was so clean. It didn't actually surprise Dean to see how plain and mature his room looked like compared to his own.

A mattress was lying on the ground next to the bed with a warm looking cover.

"This is my room, you'll be sleeping on the bed, the bathroom is the first door on the left. Do you want to take a shower ?"

"Yeah, thanks I really need one, and you don't have to do that, I can sleep on the floor."

"Dean, this time we'll have it my way, you sleep on the bed and I sleep on the floor, end of discussion."

Dean didn't say anything because if he was being honest, Cas kind of scared him, and might have gotten him horny. He wasn't sure he wanted to see the guy get mad, or maybe he did.

"Okay Cas."

Dean took his sleeping shirt and a pair of boxers and went to the bathroom. He quickly took his shower, getting rid of the dry sweat on his body. He didn't waste any time because he was tired from the trip and didn't know how long he would still be able to stand up straight.

When he got back to Castiel's room he was still putting on his shirt and his pyjama pants were hanging low, really loww. Wow, he was exactly like he imagined, you couldn't see his muscles but he still looked toned and firm, he even had a cute little beauty spot next to his nipple. As his eyes got down Dean saw at least a dozen thin red lines all crossing each other on both Castiel's hips. Well he think he did... But it couldn't be, it would mean Castiel... No, no that was impossible, Cas wouldn't do that.

Or would he ?

Dean thought that inany case he shouldn't say anything, at least not right now, because if what he saw wasn't what he thought he saw, he would be spending the awkwardest 15 minutes of his life.

But if what he saw actually were scars... Well, he couldn't just ask him ho they'd gotten there, not yet. They were on his hips for a reason. No one was supposed to see or know about them. And Dean didn't even know him that well. He probably didn't even consider him as a friend, Dean was probably imagining this friendship and he was most likely the only one that felt comfortable around the other, why on earth would Cas want to talk about it.

He decided he'd wait and see if he had the opportunity to talk about it. It hurt him that Castiel would do that. He loved him so much, he couldn't believe someone as perfect as him could do this to himself. He couldn't believe Cas might not be happy and might be suffering. He didn't want him suffer. Just the thought of it made his stomach ache.

Castiel didn't seem to have noticed that Dean had seen his scars and tucked himself in his "bed".

"Can you turn the lights off please ? The switch is on the door's right."

Castiel asked.

"Sure thing."

Dean turned the lights off and barely managed to get on the bed trying without stepping on Cas or tripping over him and slipped in cold clean sheets.

"Oh, Cas, last time you forgot your teddy bear in my room, I got it in my bag. Thought you'd want it back."

"Oh"

Castiel sounded surprised.

"Thanks Dean."

"No biggie."

"Good night Dean."

"Night Cas."

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When Castiel woke up he saw Dean's arm hanging from the bed, a few inches from his Castiel's own hand. Dean was so cute when he was sleeping. He'd had a few occasions to observe him, he usually woke up before him and took advantage of that to look at how peaceful Dean seemed when he slept. Except that time he had the nightmare. Castiel felt terrible because there was nothing he could do but try to wake him up. And when Dean did wake up, the look on his face was so desperate and lost that Castiel almost felt the same pain inside of him.

Castiel was sad that Dean had brought the teddy back. He had left it there for a reason. Maybe Dean didn't think it was that important. Maybe he should have told him it was a present and that he meant for his friend to take it. Throughout the years Castiel had never had a lot of friends, he had his siblings... Oh and Balthazar! But he was his cousin and... That was all. People were usually taken aback by his peculiar personality. That's why he had no idea what people gave to their friends, or how they gave thing to them. But now Cas had a real friend.

Dean was the only person, a part from his family, that he felt comfortable with. Really comfortable with. He had been thinking about coming out about his cutting for while but was too scared to tell. He was afraid his family would judge him and hate him for it, and since they were his family there was no possible way to avoid them. When he met Dean, he felt like he might be the person he could talk to about it. Dean didn't seem like he was the kind of guy that gave bad advice like "just be happy", "just stop" or "it's all in your head". Dean seemed like the kind of guy that could actually help and care.

That's why last night he gathered all the courage he had, and only put his shirt on when Dean came in and had been careful to wear his pyjama lower. Hoping Dean might see them, trying to give him a hint, see how he would react. But he didn't say anything. Maybe he didn't see them. Maybe he just didn't want to get involved in that, maybe Dean didn't even consider Cas as a friend. Castiel couldn't know.