Hi! This chapter is a little bit fluffy so I hope you like it! Enjoy!
"Hello, Dean. What do you need?"
In a rush of emotion, which Dean will never admit to really feeling he blurted out, "I-I n-need y-y-you, C-Ca-as."
Castiel frowned and looked concerned before grabbing Dean's arm in a flash and pulling him into the room. It surprised Dean at first, but he was almost too tired and emotionally exhausted to really pose a reaction. So he didn't, and let himself be dragged into Cas' bedroom, lightly tapping the door frame behind him so it would glide close with a satisfying click.
"Dean, I don't understand. What's wrong?" Castiel wondered, tilting his head to left for emphasis. If Dean wasn't in such a shitty mood right now, he would have told Cas how adorable he thought that was: him worrying over Dean and appearing confused.
Sighing and rubbed his neck even though there was no pain or ache there, Dean choked out, "My-y dad f-f-found out th-that we're...to-togeth-er. An-And he didn't t-ta-take it too w-well." It was sort of a relief, finally getting it off his chest. Tears threatened to fall from Dean's eyes, but he titled his head up to the ceiling to make them go away. Don't get all chick-flick.
"Oh...I'm sorry. Do you want us to...break up or stop being...friends?" Castiel said softly, but you could tell by his tone that if the answer was "yes" it would have broken his heart.
Keeping his eyes on the ceiling still, Dean couldn't believe what he just heard, "What? N-No. My-my dad w-was ju-just being an as-asshole...an-and I-I le-left befo-fore it g-got too...h-heated, I g-guess."
Castiel nodded, "Is your father always like this?" Dean looked at Cas finally and gave him a watery smile, "So-Sort of-f. He k-kind-kinda ge-gets on m-my case a-about you kn-know-ow...stuttering," How ironic that I didn't stutter when I said that, Dean thought. "And he-he does-doesn't like the i-idea of me...da-dating a gu-guy. But...I don-don't c-care." It felt amazing to say that, and of course Dean smirked a little bit after speaking his mind.
Until now, after meeting Castiel and everything...Dean didn't think that he'd ever be...better. He used to accept the "fact" that people would never like him, or that people would never pick on him for his stutter. He believed no one but his family would love him, and he thought he wouldn't have any friends. He thought that was worthless.
He was never more wrong in his entire life.
It wasn't until he felt someone's mouth pressed against his that he finally pulled himself out of his depressing thoughts. The kiss didn't last long, it was only supposed to be a comfort, something to sink into and forget about the world...if only for a bit. It felt refreshing, like eating a mint or something after drinking a ton of alcohol or eating lots of greasy food.
Both smiling behind the kiss, they both pulled away and quietly chuckled over how slightly...dumb the situation was. Really John was just being a jackass (no surprise there) and before it launched into a full-out fight, Dean left and headed to the one place that he'd find comfort.
Castiel spoke, breaking the silence between them."I'm glad that you don't care Dean. I'll be here for you. I'll try to help you."
"Why-y?"
"...Because I care. I have a cousin named Samandriel that always said I had too much heart. But I think that's a good thing as much as it's a burden."
"Sa-Samand-Samandriel? You g-guys h-have weird n-nam-names." Castiel frowned at his comment before grinning and retorting, "Maybe. Gabriel though is a relatively common name." Dean almost forgot that Cas had a brothers. Three, Gabriel is the one you met downstairs...I think, Dean thought. But he assumed that he was right.
Usually he'd retreat to Sam after one of these fights or just deal with his anger on his own, but he realized that he couldn't go to Sam (because he loved the kid to death and wouldn't burden him with that) forever and leaving yourself to be preyed upon by your own anger never usually ended up well.
Having nothing to do on a Friday night, Dean and Castiel spent it just relaxing and talking about meaningless nothings. Dean ended up getting a frantic call from his mom a few hours later, wondering where he was and if he was coming home tonight. Dean declined and said that he was staying the night at Castiel's house.
"Okay, honey. But no funny business." Mary warned. Dean groaned, "Mo-om. R-Really?" He could hear someone laughing in the background, probably Sam.
"Have fun, sweetie. I love you." she said with maternal adoration. "Love yo-you too, Mom." Dean answered before hanging up the phone.
Dean traded a pair of flannel pajama pants that Castiel let him borrow for tonight for his jeans and jumped onto the extra mattress next to Castiel's bed.
"Ar-Are you s-sure you do-don't m-mind me sta-staying the ni-night, Cas?" Dean wondered, he sincerely hoped he wasn't being a bother.
"Of course not, Dean. Good night." Cas leaned off the bed and planted a chaste kiss on Dean's forehead before shutting off the lights and going to sleep. The room was completely dark except of a thin strip of moonlight peeking out of the window. Feeling content and blissful, Dean didn't want to ever leave this moment. Ever.
"Night, Cas." Closing his eyes, Dean drifted off to sleep. He dreamed of a pair of brilliant blue eyes and the person that they belonged to.
What I plan for next chapter is some more fluffy Destiel and some light Sabriel because of reasons. If you don't like that pairing I apologize. But I hope you liked this chapter! Rate and review please! :)