Pairings: Dean/Cass

Author's note:

Short, purely fluffy chapter today.

Hope you like it! Big shout out to my regular reviewers: Luciel89, Pelleas, SPNAngelGirl, Zavijah, Analei and SaurniExMental! I always look forward to your reviews. And also a huge thank you to all new readers and everyone who's reviewed.

Oh, hey look! I made a cover picture for this fic! (I always read fanfiction on my phone so I never really noticed it...)


Castiel felt himself become giddy with happiness in the blink of an eye and gave himself a mental pat on the back for having to courage to come say yes to Dean without freaking out. They had spent the next hour or so alternating between chatting and cuddling like a gooey, cringe-worthy couple but they honestly couldn't care less. Being in each other's presence felt too amazing to care. Lucifer had given them that much time to be together before he insisted they leave. Castiel said goodbye to Dean with promises to sit with his friends the following day at lunch since Dean had done the same the day prior.

When Castiel returned home he collapsed onto his bed and grinned into his bed, the euphoria of the knowledge that he was not officially dating Dean Winchester still bubbled inside him, igniting him as it sent tingles all the way through his body and down to his toes. Blindly groping to his right Castiel reached for his journal and flipped it open to the latest and half-written entry and finished it with enthusiasm. When he was finished he rolled onto his back, tucking the book to his chest and staring at the ceiling. His mind was still catching up with him. He couldn't believe he was actually dating Dean Winchester. It took quite a while for him to steady his breath and calm his heart which was greatly affected purely by the mere thought of his new relationship status and new boyfriend. He had no idea how he'd survive when they actually went on a date. Of course, the thought of a proper date triggered it all over again.

The sound of a clear bell chime resonated through the room, bouncing off the walls and filling Castiel's ears. He sat up abruptly, journal falling to the ground at the movement. Cass blinked a few times, sure it was in his imagination but there it was again. He jumped up instantly and practically threw himself over to his desk. Castiel hadn't heard that sound since Tuesday and despite it only being absent for a few days, he regarded it as a precious gift.

D: Evening

How was your day?

C: D?

You're talking to me again!

D: Of course I am

C: But on Tuesday you said you did not want to speak to me ever again.

D: Yeah, well…I miss you too.

C: D, please tell me I'm not dreaming?

D: Do you usually dream about me? You think about me in bed? Wow, I'm flattered.

C: That's my D. I missed you.

D: It was only 2 days

C: It felt like forever.

D: Lol yeah it did

C: I thought you weren't going to talk to me ever again.

I was scared.

I never realised how huge a part of my life you are until you left

Please don't do it again. It hurt.

D:

Wow, C.

Okay, screw sleeping. We're meeting up. Now.

C: I thought you would never ask.

As soon as he got all the details Castiel jumped out of his chair and chucked on his trenchcoat faster than he thought was humanly possible. He had to stop himself as he reached for his bedroom door. His brothers would never let him out this late to go meet up with someone who was (technically) a stranger in a private location. Turning slowly, Castiel faced his window and sighed. He prayed his brothers were asleep by now or at least thought that Cass was before turning off his lights, stuffing pillows under his covers to make it appear like he was in there sleeping, and climbed out the window.


Dean was starting to think calling Cass out had been a bad idea but at the same time he needed this. It was still pretty hard not to separate C and Cass despite them just being two sides of the same person. He needed to see C, to solidify the fact that this wasn't actually a dream.

He sighed, rubbing his finger over a scratch on the hood of the impala for the umpteenth time that night and made a mental note to buff it out that weekend. Dean shuffled backwards on the hood so he could now fully recline against the windscreen. He had recently polished his baby so now she reflected the hundreds of visible stars in the sky across her sleek black frame. Dean felt his body relax and all his stress and worries seep out of his skin as he star gazed.

He was startled out of his reverie at the sound of feet and crunching leaves and a faint light. He twisted around just in time to watch Castiel clumsily pad his way towards Dean and trip over his own feet, nearly falling to the ground.

"Ddddd!" Castiel whined adorably. "I can't even see my feet, how do you expect me to navigate my way over to you?"

Dean chuckled. "Sorry, here you go." He quickly leant over, reaching into the car and stretching as far as he could to flick the headlights on and illuminate the path to Cass.

"Thanks, it's not like I needed that a while ago or anything." He drawled sarcastically and held his hands up. They were grazed and slightly bloodied, obviously from bracing himself when he fell.

Without moving from the hood, Dean beckoned Cass over and took his hands silently. Gently and affectionately he brushed the gravel and dirt from his palms and placed sweet kisses on the skin. Castiel's light blush was illuminated by subtle moonlight.

"Sorry." Dean whispered into Castiel's palms as they locked eyes. He meant more than just about Cass' injury.

"S'okay." Castiel replied dumbly with a sated little smile, obviously he was more affected by Dean's display of affection than he realised.

Dean's lips upturned and he pressed them once more against Castiel's hands for good measure. "C'mon." He flicked his head to the side as he jumped off the hood. Swiftly he stopped the engine and took the keys, his hand never leaving Castiel's as he did so. His cheeks ached as he grinned widely when he felt Castiel's hand move so his fingers could entwine with Dean's. He gave Cass a consoling squeeze, knowing it was a gesture more of longing and reassurance that Dean was really there and he wouldn't leave again rather than a romantic gesture.

Dean pocketed his keys and his spare hand fumbled around in the inner pocket of his leather jacket before pulling out a small torch and taking off into the trees in determined strides.

"D! Where are we-?"

"Shh…" He pressed a finger to Castiel's soft lips, allowing himself a few short moments to relish in the feeling. He leant in close so his breath would wash over Castiel's face. "Just follow me, okay?" Dean absolutely adored the way Castiel's face would be covered in a dusting of pink whenever he did something like this. He resented that he could only see the delicious blush on his ears due to the angel mask still firmly covering half of Castiel's face but he knew it was still there and it made his heart soar.

"O-okay." This was obviously making Castiel swoon, Dean thought smugly.

Dean had to use every ounce of strength not to either kiss or laugh at Castiel at that moment. They were already dating – even if Castiel didn't fully know it – and here he was flirting with Cass like the horny teen he was like the first few times they met. At the memory that yes, he was dating Castiel, it felt like Dean's heart had migrated to his throat. He leant his forehead against Castiel's and just stared into his questioning cerulean depths through their masks.

"Uh…D? Is there a problem?"

Dean jumped back. Right. He was D and not Dean at the moment and of course Cass wouldn't react too positively to things like this.

"Oh, right." Dean decidedly stopped his flirting and affectionate gestures for now, however he still allowed himself to hold Castiel's hand. He wouldn't give up the small, electric touch so easily. "What's the time, C?"

"Approximately 11:07. Why?"

"When do your brothers expect you back?" Dean asked, looking over his shoulder at Cass.

Blue eyes glinted mischievously as Cass smirked. "They don't."

Dean wolf-whistled. "Getting rebellious now, are you, C? Sneaking out…what's next? A tattoo?"

"Yeah, it'll read 'shut up and keep walking, D.'"

Dean laughed heartily. He'd missed this. This playful bickering he'd come to love. It seemed like Castiel had the same thought at that moment because the next thing the smaller boy said was "I missed you."

Fuck restraint because there was no way Dean would have been able to stop himself hugging Cass in that moment. "I know." He placed more kisses to the top of Cass' head, breathing in the flowery scent wafting from his silky locks. "I know. It won't happen again."

Castiel sniffed and rubbed at his nose and Dean wondered when he'd started crying but he could hear the smile in Castiel's voice when he spoke. "You better not, or I'd smite you."

Dean playfully knocked Cass on the back of his head. "You do realise that you're not actually an angel, right?"

"That you know of." Castiel smiled smugly up at him and to hell if that wasn't intentional flirting because Dean honestly felt his entire body heat up purely by the sight of it. There was poor lighting and Castiel's face was half-covered too! He so badly wanted to see all of these little expressions fully and noted to make that happen at a later date when he was alone with his boyfriend…and perhaps a few new expressions too.

"More like an imp at the moment." Dean teased.

They continued slipping through the trees like water until they reached a clearing. Dean didn't usually come here since it required some off-road driving the impala wasn't entirely suited for. The woods themselves were about a twenty minute walk from Castiel's house and the clearing was in the centre. He'd found it last year. Sam, his father and him often practised shooting in these woods and after his death Dean had frequently run away from home and come here to think and in his wandering he had found this place. It quickly became his favourite place to clear his mind and relax. It was a personal place, his own special zone just for him and now he wanted to share it with Castiel.

"D, this is amazing!"

Dean crossed his arms and smirked. "It's nothing in the middle of a sea of trees. Seems pretty un-amazing to me or are you just one of those 'simple pleasures – simple mind' kind of guys?"

Castiel attempted to stomp on Dean's feet but the latter knew him too well and predicted his movement, moving out of the way before he even came close. Castiel stomped off in mock-hurt. He stared at the stars for a few minutes; pure, unadulterated happiness flooded his expression. "It's beautiful, D."

"Sure, it's pretty but it's really just a place for me to think."

Castiel looked at him hopelessly, like Dean was a child who couldn't understand his ABCs or the most simple of concepts. "You are not a deep thinker, are you, D? Do you not see?"

"See what? I just brought you here 'cause I wanted to be alone with you. There isn't anything here."

"Exactly!" Castiel exclaimed.

Dean furrowed his brows. "You're crazy."

Castiel giggled. "The best people always are."

Well, that was something. If this was Cass at school he'd get all embarrassed and nervous and hurt but here, with what he believed to be anonymity, he embraced his oddness. Shows how much a simple mask could affect someone. Castiel rocked on his heels and fidgeted restlessly. He looked grounded. Too grounded. He was holding back for Dean's sake but Castiel needed to be free, to spread his wings, and Dean wanted nothing more than to give him that and witness the beauty of Cass wild personality which he'd only seen a handful of times before.

"So, are you going to explain it to me or are you just going to stand there, giggling cutely?" Dean prompted and watched in awe as Castiel's eyes glinted with life.

Castiel spread his arms out and raised his head to the sky. "You're right, there is nothing here…but that's what makes it special." Dean wanted him to elaborate more but he had learnt the hard way not to rush an introvert's thoughts so he waited patiently while Castiel's mind raced. He flicked his cerulean eyes back to Dean so quickly he could hardly see the movement. "What is currently occurring back home, back at civilisation?"

Dean was a little shocked by the question but answered through his confusion. "Um…I don't know? Most people would be sleeping, I guess?"

"But you do not know for sure." Castiel moved closer. "There could be a huge fire across the city, or a flood. We don't know."

Castiel was grinning and Dean still didn't understand why. "Yeah, I suppose…but I'm pretty sure we could tell if there was a massive fire, not that hard, Sherlock. What's your point?"

"My point is, D, that here it's just us. The world is still turning, people are continuing their lives back there completely oblivious to us and us to them and that's just perfect. It's perfect because nothing else matters right now, nothing but us." Castiel moved closer and closer to Dean until they were just inches away from each other.

"C…"

"Don't you see, D? You're my best friend and this," he gestured between them, "What we have…it's perfect. We're not affected by what happens out there." He gestured back to the direction of civilisation. "It's not important who you really are or who I really am, all that's important is that we can share this with each other." Castiel's hands lifted to Dean's cheeks, cradling his face delicately and affectionately, thumbs toying with the edges of Dean's mask. "So please, please don't make me give that up. Please don't take that away from me."

Dean sighed and relaxed into the touch, feeling as though his entire body had melted right then and there. This was the Castiel he first fell in love with. This was the beautiful, pure soul that had shone so bright it left Dean in awe and with fingers outstretched, desperately grasping for that light. Shaking his head lightly, Dean composed himself and leant in closer to Cass so their breaths were mingling. He had to stop himself from kissing Cass, remembering once again that he was D right now.

"…okay." Dean mumbled out then blurted the first thing that came to mind. "Can I kiss you?"

Castiel bit his lip and looked down thoughtfully, hesitantly. "I suppose you can if you must."

At Castiel's approval Dean moved in slowly, allowing their lips to play a hair's breadth between each other before closing the gap. It was different to their kisses a few hours prior, this one was softer, hesitant yet all the more sweet. It was so lovely, even if it was only short, that Dean could hardly think about how Cass had technically just been unfaithful on him with…himself…god, this was a weird predicament.

When they separated Cass slammed his hand over Dean's mouth. "No more of that from now on, okay? That was just a courtesy." Dean could only nod. He didn't know that Castiel's mind was racing at how familiar that press of lips had felt.

"Okay, but I totally deserved that and more." Dean teased. As Cass turned to walk away Dean reached forward and groped Cass, chuckling at the way the smaller boy jumped and shivered violently. Dean gave him a mock-innocent expression when Cass turned to glare at him.

"You know that could be considered sexual harassment, right? Keep it up and I could sue you."

"Hmm," Dean hummed, raking his eyes suggestively over Castiel's body, "worth it."

They quietly made their way to the centre of the clearing and laid down, watching the stars flicker across the dark blue curtain of sky in companionable silence, their hands held together between them.

"So, anything new since I saw you last?" Dean prompted, hoping to get the 'yeah, I'm now dating my crush' line.

Castiel flicked his eyes over to Dean. "My brother is being too overprotective and is trying to take me out of school but other than that there is nothing of import."

Dean didn't know what to think of that. Surely them going out would be considered of 'import'. Perhaps Castiel was trying to spare his feelings, knowing that a few days before D had been jealous of Dean. He groaned at the realisation that for months he had actually been jealous of himself. Fucking irony. Dean desperately wanted Cass to explain he was taken, he wanted reassurance that Cass was just as invested into this relationship as Dean.

"Are you sure?"

Castiel rolled his eyes and poked Dean in the stomach. "Yes, I'm sure."

At Castiel's denial Dean decided to alter his approach. "Yeah, well, I'm now dating someone else."

Castiel sat up abruptly. "What?" He demanded and rolled over, planting his hands firmly on either side of Dean's head and he leant over him in a way that was so distinctly sexual Dean had to congratulate himself on his self-control. "Are you serious? B-but I thought…"

"You thought I would never go for anyone other than you ever again? Wow, C, self-centred much." Dean completed smugly. "And I know something's changed in your life, you shine brighter than before. So what is it?" actually Dean just knew first hand, but he wasn't going to tell Cass that.

Castiel blushed; once again it was only visible on his ears due to that damn mask. "I-I…well, don't be upset but…I'm dating someone too."

Dean smirked; glad to have weaselled this out of Cass. "Your guy?" Castiel nodded shyly. "He's lucky."

Castiel grinned. "I'm the lucky one to have both of you in my life."

Dean nearly burst out laughing at the irony of that statement.


I'm getting so many reviews of people saying they can't wait for Castiel to find out. YOU CAN WAIT. YOU DO NOT WANT HIM TO FIND OUT. TRUST ME ON THIS. IT WON'T BE PRETTY.

Anyway, thanks to Allthingsgeeky and Pelleas for the offers to initiate me into the rping world! I'd love to join either/both you guys if you'd give me the chance.

Also, aaaaaaaaaaahh. My formal/prom is in two days and I don't have any earings yet and it's difficult to shop for my colour scheme and I don't know what to do for my nails and I'm still iffy about my hairstyle choice and aaaaaahh. First world problems.

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