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I'm sorry for the large amount of time between updates. I was dealing with a bunch of stuff and I had pretty bad writer's block. Hopefully, I'm going to get back on track.
"So tell us about the teaching." Jess said, looking across the table at Dean as they sat at the booth drinking beer.
She was leaning into Sam, who was beaming down at her. Dean was stretched out against his seat, his arm thrown across the back of the booth.
"It's great. Bobby got me some great cars to let the kids work on and the students are all great." He confirmed.
She nodded, reaching out to the plate of cheese fries that they were sharing.
"Is Jo your favorite?" the blonde questioned, dipping the fries into ketchup before popping them into her mouth.
"I'd better be."
They all turned to see the younger female walking to the table holding their food with a grin. She set it in front of them without having to ask, knowing their orders.
"But if Cas is your favorite, I'll understand."
Dean flushed as Sam raised an eyebrow and Jess looked between them all questioningly.
"Who's Cas?" she asked.
Jo grinned at Dean.
"He's my best friend and he and Dean are pretty chummy." She said simply before turning to walk off.
They both looked at him, Sam without surprise and Jess with an interested look.
"Tell me about this Cas." She said, leaning forward as she picked up her sandwich to take a bite.
Dean sighed and glared in the direction that Jo ran off in before picking up his burger.
"So? How's the flirting going?"
Castiel jerked around with wide eyes where he was sitting working on his schoolwork.
"Wh-what? What are you talking about?" he stammered, panicking as Anna bounded into the room and leapt onto his bed.
She sighed and leaned back against his pillows.
"You know! You asked me a few weeks ago how to know when someone was flirting with you? Well you came home earlier looking like you won the lottery so I'm guessing that flirting back paid off?"
Castiel flushed and turned away, shrugging as he tried to hide the slight smile that he couldn't help.
"I just had a good day at school. It has nothing to do with anything." He said, staring down at his book.
"Yeah like I'm going to believe that." Anna scoffed. "You still won't tell me who the lucky guy is?"
He sighed and turned his chair back to face her, pushing to a standing position.
"There is no lucky guy. There's an idiot who won't stop flirting with me and I wanted to make sure that it was actually happening before I told him off for it." Castiel lied, thinking of Balthazar as he spoke so he knew it wasn't completely untruthful.
Anna made a noise of disappointment as she stood.
"And here I thought that I finally had some evidence that you're a real boy." She said jokingly, kissing the back of his head before bounding out of his room.
Castiel frowned after her, feeling the slightest bit of hurt at her statement despite the fact that he knew she was kidding. His hand faltered in his writing and he lifted his hand to his head, messing with his hair as he bit his lip. Sighing heavily, he tossed his pen on the table and reached for his phone.
Dean faltered as they walked out of the Roadhouse, pulling his phone out of his pocket when he felt it vibrate. When he saw the name on the screen, a slight smile flickered across his face.
It's hasn't even been ten hours and I already want to see you again.
He sighed and typed out his response as he walked towards the Impala where Sam and Jess were already waiting.
"Ooh, who are you flirting with?" Jess asked teasingly, grinning at him as he walked around the car to the driver's seat.
Dean flushed, shoving his phone back into his pocket once he pressed send.
"I'll keep that to myself, thank you." he replied as they all climbed into the Impala.
"Really? You're not going to brag? You?" Sam scoffed.
Dean shoved him into the door of the car.
"No, I'm not." He answered with a shrug as he started the car.
"That's so cute! He's keeping it a secret because he wants to keep it all to himself!" Jess said, patting Dean's shoulder with a giggle.
He huffed and pulled out of the parking lot.
"He's pretty red. I feel like I should keep teasing him because he'd do the same to me." Sam said, amused by the whole situation.
"Shut up." Dean grumbled.
Castiel was brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed as he waited on the reply. He'd given up on doing his homework and was all right with that. Just as he was peeling off his clothes to put on his pajamas, his phone buzzed on the counter. He pulled his jeans off and picked up his phone as he shivered in the chill of the room.
I feel the same way. Sam and Jess are interrogating me. It's hard to keep it quiet when I want to tell them what's making me happy. What are you doing?
He sighed and felt a pang in his heart. He knew exactly what Dean meant, having felt the same way. He wanted to tell everyone why he was so thrilled with what was going on but they both knew that it was necessary. Castiel quickly typed a reply out before turning back to his clothing to pull it on. He pulled a black t-shirt over his head and a pair of grey sweatpants on before walking out of the bathroom.
His throat was dry so he walked out of his room and jogged down the stairs to grab a glass of water before he went to bed. He heard low murmuring in the living room and made his footsteps quieter, walking towards it to see his parents sitting on the couch both drinking glasses of wine. Chuck leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Rebecca's cheek. She flushed happily and returned the kiss with a quick peck on his lips. Castiel watched them for a moment, feeling a yearning in his heart for something so domestic and happy for the first time in his life. It was a strange feeling but he found that it wasn't unpleasant at all. When he pictured himself in the same position, Dean was sitting with him smiling at him the way that his father was smiling at his mother.
He shook his head and turned away, hurrying to the kitchen to get his water.
Dean stripped off his jacket as he walked into his place. Jess and Sam were dropped off at Ellen's house where they were staying in the extra bedroom since he didn't have one. His phone beeped and his heart skipped a beat as he locked the apartment door. He pulled the device out as he walked back towards his bedroom, kicking off his shoes as he went before collapsing on his bed.
I'm changing clothes right now. In a few minutes I will be lying in my bed. What are you doing?
Dean let out a sigh, shaking his head as he knew that it was far too soon for him to be imagining what the teenager would look like sans clothing. He couldn't help but wonder, though. He banished the thoughts from his head and clicked on the 'reply' button. As he typed the reply out, his mind began to wander. All of the sudden, an image of Castiel standing at the foot of his bed slowly stripping off his clothes sprang into his mind. Dean choked, closing his eyes and pinching his thigh painfully to drag himself away from the dirty thoughts and back into the real world where he was about as close to sex as a monk.
Castiel fell onto his bed after turning off the light, dragging his phone to lift it to his face. His eyes blinked several times as the bright light flooded his vision and he quickly turned the brightness down before lying back on the pillow. At that moment, it vibrated and his heart jumped.
I just got back from dinner. I'm hanging out in bed until I work up the urge to get up and change so that I can actually sleep comfortably.
He smiled slightly, imagining Dean face planted into his bed, only lifting his head to text him before falling back down with a tired groan. He typed his reply as he heard his parents walking by to their bedroom, quiet whispers and giggles reaching his ears. Castiel sighed, reaching for his headphones as he knew it would be that type of night. He stuck them in and turned on his relaxed sleeping playlist that wouldn't bother him even if he fell into a slumber while listening to it. He returned to the texting thread, finishing it off before pressing send and setting his phone on his chest, awaiting a reply from the man who filled his thoughts so completely.
Dean finally got up, pulling his jeans and shirts off before falling back into his bed, burrowing under the covers and setting his alarm. His phone chirped and he reached for it immediately, his eyes scanning the text as he fell back onto his pillows.
I should leave you alone so that you can get some sleep. You have to teach a class tomorrow and I have it on good authority that a few of your students are difficult to handle.
Dean grinned, a chuckle rising out of his throat as he formulated his reply carefully. As he typed, another message from his brother caused his phone to buzz and he waited to read it, sending the text to Cas before clicking over to Sam's message.
I don't need to know a name, but whoever is making you happy, I'm grateful for it. It's been too long since I've seen you smile like that. Keep him around, Dean.
He rolled his eyes, grinning even wider. He couldn't bring himself to be upset that he couldn't tell his brother everything because of how giddy he was with what was going on. It was all new so nothing could really bring him down.
Thanks Sammy. You are so sweet. I just can't handle it.
Dean sent it, feeling proud of himself as he did.
Shut up, Jerk.
The reply came quickly and he let out a barking laugh, immediately replying with the automatic response.
Bitch.
Castiel was staring at the dark ceiling of the room when he got the new message. He lifted his phone and peered at it with squinting eyes, reading the text.
Yeah I know what you mean. There's this one kid, he's so distracting and just a nuisance during class. I can hardly keep my eyes off of him because he's so disruptive. It's really a bother to me.
He smirked, feeling his chest swell as a feeling of amusement and warmth ran through him.
What a shame? I wonder who would possibly think that is okay. Distracting a teacher is just rude. How does he do this? I'm sure if he knew, he would rectify his behavior.
Castiel lay back, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. He was feeling better already after just a few minutes of talking to the other male. It was almost amazing how much Dean had changed and affected his life after they met. His hand immediately grasped his phone as soon as it buzzed.
Oh he has to know what he does. He looks at me with those blue eyes. How does anyone not stare into those eyes? And sometimes when he thinks I'm not looking, he gives me this look. It's different from any look I've ever seen. Like he wants to attack me in front of the rest of the students, damning the consequences. His thoughts and actions are pretty dangerous, if you ask me.
He flushed, not realizing that he'd ever given Dean a look that betrayed his inner thoughts. He quickly typed his response out, unable to keep a smile off of his face.
I am certain that he doesn't realize what he's doing. If he knew, I'm sure that his behavior would be fixed immediately.
Castiel didn't have to wait long for a response.
I would tell him not to even dare, because I've grown used to this behavior and now I'll be even more distracted if it doesn't go on. Then I'll be forced to keep him behind after class to lecture him on his distracting behavior.
He laughed, a feeling of bliss relaxing his body as he forgot his sad thoughts in favor of the happy ones that Dean was putting in his mind.
I'll have to ensure that his behavior changes, then. I imagine that he'll enjoy that lecture as much as, if not more than, you.
He sighed, turning over onto his side as he stared at his phone screen, waiting for the response like a pathetic thirteen-year-old with a first crush. Once again, he wasn't kept waiting long.
I guess we'll see.
Castiel smirked, typing out his response before tossing his phone on the bedside table.
I look forward to it. Goodnight, Dean.
"So how hard was it?" Dean asked as he locked the door to the garage.
Castiel looked up with a questioning look where he was fumbling with his bag. His excuse was that he'd forgotten to put it in his locker but he knew that he'd brought it because he planned on staying behind in the garage that day. Jo gave him a raised eyebrows look but didn't say anything about it.
"Changing air filters isn't easy but with the help of your expert knowledge and incredible teaching, I managed." He said, standing up with a smirk.
"That's not what I mean, smartass." The older man said, rolling his eyes as he walked closer to him. "I mean not looking at me that entire time. I tried to do it for about ten minutes but I gave up. I just can't stop looking at you." Dean said, looking slightly amazed and a little frustrated.
Castiel shrugged, leaning back against the hood of his car.
"It was not easy, I will admit. But I was determined to live up to the challenge." He said.
Dean shook his head with a devious grin.
"You didn't win the challenge."
Cas frowned and squinted his eyes at the mechanic.
"I did not look at you with my distracting blue eyes. I didn't give you any look so I certainly lived up to the challenge." He fired back.
"No the challenge was not to distract me. By not staring at me, you distracted me again. I kept looking at you to see if you were looking at me. It's a tangled web." Dean said, stalking forward with a predatory look in his eyes that had Castiel's cheeks flushing.
"So there's really no way to win?" he questioned, pointing out the unfairness of the situation.
Dean shook his head moving within a foot of him.
"I guess I'll have to keep you every day after class to lecture you on distracting me when I'm supposed to be teaching."
Castiel grinned, pushing forward to walk the rest of the way into his personal space.
"I'm listening, sir." He said, looking up into his green eyes.
Dean let out a sigh before pulling him in for a deep kiss. Cas responded eagerly, pressing forward and nipping at his bottom lip.
"I missed this." Dean groaned against his lips, one of his hands sliding around to the small of his back as the other knitted into his hair.
Castiel sighed, pushing forward and pressing his face into his shoulder. He fisted his hands in his jacket and breathed in his intoxicating scent.
"I have homework and I know that you have to clean up the garage for about an hour. Would you like me to stay around and keep you company?" he asked after a few moments of embracing, looking up at Dean with a questioning glance.
A grin bloomed on his face and his eyes sparkled happily.
"Hell yeah." He agreed, nodding emphatically.
Castiel smiled back, pleased as he picked up his bag. Several minutes later, he was seated at Dean's desk with his books stretched out as he half-concentrated on his homework and snuck glances at the other male while he walked around picking up tools and parts to put them back where they belonged. Every once in a while, Dean would stop at the desk and brush his lips over his forehead or lips or he would run his fingers through his hair gently, making Castiel smile up at him with a tender expression. It felt good to both of them. It felt warm and comfortable and real, something neither had experienced before.
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