Chapter Twelve

Castiel was having bad dreams that night. He didn't know why though, he just got asked out by the boy he loved, he should've been having sweet, nice dreams.

But no, instead he had dreams of the same soft voice saying the same thing repeatedly: Join us, Castiel, join us. He didn't know what it meant but he'd been having those strange dreams for the past few days of the same bright light speaking to him.

He woke up to an urging itch on his back. It was on his backbones, right where he had felt those bumps.

He started scratching but it was no help, it only made the urge grow stronger. "What in the world?" Cas took off his shirt to keep it from getting in the way but before he threw it to the side, he noticed two spots of blood on the grey material.

Afraid of what he might see, Castiel looked at his hands, and his assumptions were right. Under his nails, there was blood.

Castiel quickly stood up from his bed and ran to his restroom. He grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned the drops of blood that he felt running down his back. All of this felt like a nightmare, like something you'd dream after you had a terrible experience.

The blood was coming from one of the lumps Castiel had on his back. He turned around to look at it from the mirror. It wasn't as bad as he had imagined, but there was something sticking out.

Cas touched it. It was soft and even thought it was covered in blood, he could right away tell that its original color was white. He pulled on it to see if it was something minor, but with the increasing pain following he knew it wasn't. What the hell was that? And why, most importantly, was it there?

He tried to take it out once more, but the thing turned out to be bigger than he expected, widening his wound as he was taking it out.

It was a feather.

Suddenly, before he could completely panic, the phone rang.

He tried to calm down before he pressed the phone against his ear. "Hello?"

"Cas!" It was Dean. "Good morning."

He sighed then smiled, "Good morning."

"Did I wake you up?"

"Yes, but don't worry." Castiel reached for a nearby dry towel that he'd hung on his closet's door and used it to press on his injury and stop the bleeding.

"I'm sorry." He paused, "Anyways, Sam wanted to go to a skating rink today and I was wondering if you'd like to go. I'd love it if you did."

Castiel looked at his clock. It was nine-thirty. "Yeah, I'll go, just tell me at what time."

"At seven." He stayed quiet for a moment, noticing that Castiel's breathing was fast at that his voice had sounded lower, timid, like when they had met. "Hey are you okay?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You sound a little freaked out. Is everything fine?"

"Yeah, it's all good." Castiel chuckled. "Don't worry okay? It was just a bad dream I had that left me a little spooked." Castiel wished it was just that. That the feather he had pulled out of his back was just a fragment of his imagination. "So, seven right?"

"Yes." Dean shook his head, "I'll pick you up at seven."

"Okay."

"I'll see you then."

"I love you, Dean."

"I love you too, Cas." And they both hung up.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Later that day, at around six fifty, Castiel stood outside his apartment, waiting for Dean to pick him up.

The day was chilly, with dark grey clouds covering the skies, giving Castiel a good reason for him to wear his expensive trench coat again with a comfortable, long-sleeved, white shirt under it.

"Are you going somewhere, Castiel?"

Castiel looked up from playing with the strings of his trench coat to look at Balthazar, who had come back from his daily workout. "Uh, yeah." Even though it had been two days since they last talked, it felt much longer than that.

Balthazar cleaned the sweat from his forehead, "Where to?"

"To a skating rink."

He stood next to Castiel and leaned on the wall, "With Dean?"

Castiel closed his eyes and sighed. He knew where Balthazar was trying to get with this, "Yes, with Dean…my…boyfriend."

Balthazar's hand squeezed his water bottle, "Oh, so you're finally official?"

"Since last night."

"Last night, huh?" The heat he was feeling was no longer from his exercises. He didn't understand why Castiel had chosen Dean, the guy he'd just met almost two weeks ago, and not him, his best friend, the one that had always been there when Castiel was in need of somebody.

Castiel nodded. He had his reasons for not wanting Balthazar. Even before he admitted to liking Castiel, Balthazar was possessive and very intolerant. He liked having Castiel with him and only with him.

"Does he love you like you love him? Or does he just like you?" Balthazar's words were like acid, slowly, but painfully melting through Castiel's skull.

"He loves me, Balthazar." Castiel stood up when he saw Dean's rental car parking in front of the building. "He's told me that more times than I've told him and I've told him quite some times." Balthazar got a glance of Dean getting out of the car and staring at them. "I've gotta go, Balthazar. It was nice chatting with you, really." He kept his voice at a calm tone, but inside, there was a fire burning him deep.

He wanted to wait for an apology from Balthazar but in a matter of seconds, he found it pointless and decided to leave at that and just leave already.

"Hey." Dean greeted Castiel with a kiss on the cheek when he reached his car, "Are you alright?"

"Oh, do you want to talk about it?"

"Yeah, but not now." He saw Sam at the back seat, "Hi, Sam."

"Hey, Cas." Sam smiled.

"We should go. They close the place at nine."

-.-.-.-.-.-

"Don't you dare let go of me, Cas." Dean held on tightly to Castiel's trench coat, afraid that at any wrong step, he'd slip and slam his face against the floor.

Cas giggled, "I wasn't planning to."

The only reason of why he was giving roller skating a shot was because Castiel, after several minutes of begging, convinced him. Dean's hands were on Castiel's waist, gripping on to the trench coat's material.

"Jesus, Dean, you're such a chicken." Sam told his brother as he skated past them.

"Shut up, Sam!" Dean shouted at his brother, making a few heads turn to them.

"Calm down, okay?" Castiel's hands moved from his shoulder to his neck, "Just don't think about falling."

"I am now."

"Dean."

"Sorry."

"Look at me, don't focus on the floor."

Dean looked up, only to face those blue eyes that usually made him forget all of his troubles, the same that always brought out the best in him, even if he was at his worst. "Okay." He eyes refused to move from his. "Now what?"

"Now we move."

"No."

"Don't think about it, Dean." Castiel began moving backwards towards the exit of the rink, slowly dragging Dean with him.

Dean's grip on Castiel's trench coat tightened as soon as he felt his feet move. He didn't want to embarrass himself by falling. It wouldn't be a pretty sight. "Don't let go." He finally got a hold of the metal handles at the side of the rink, "I never want to do this again."

"It's easy." Cas laughed leaning against the metal bars. "You just need to get a hold of it." He grabbed Dean's hand, "Come on. I'd like to buy some ice cream."

Sam stopped in front of them before they got out, "Hey, Cas, could you order me a burger? Dean will pay for it."

"Uh, yeah sure." Cas skated to the exit and patiently waited for scared Dean to reach him, trying really hard not to slip while holding on to the bars.

"I don't want to do this anymore." Dean complained, grabbing on to Castiel so that he could take off the roller skates. "I'm starving. Let's go buy food."

As they passed through their table, Dean grabbed his shoes and put them on so that he could go with Cas to order their food.

"Hello, is there anything you'd like to order?" The cashier asked with a really fake smile. Both Dean and Cas could tell that he really didn't want to be there; like he'd been there way too many times that he hated the place.

"Yes. I'd like a vanilla ice cream cone, a cheeseburger with a coke and…what would you like, Dean?"

"Bacon and cheese fries."

"Okay, so that'll be fourteen thirteen."

Dean paid for Cas, even if he insisted for him not to, and they both waited for their orders. "We're never skating again.

Castiel smiled, "You've gotta admit it, it was fun."

"For you. You know how to skate." Dean reached for Castiel's hand so that he could bring him closer and lay his head on his shoulder.

Castiel kissed Dean's hair, "You did well anyways."

There were people staring at them, most of them disgusted by the way they held hands in public, some others didn't mind. Several couples kept their children away from them; they were not to get close to a queer couple. Dean could tell that Castiel was uncomforted by this so he attempted to make it better by whispering things into his ear, making him laugh, and kissing his ear, his cheek, his nose, the corner of his mouth and finally, making all those people glaring at them even more sickened, his lips.

"Your order is ready, man." The cashier, him being one of the few that didn't care about them being gay, said as he placed their orders and handed Castiel his cone.

"Thank you." Cas mumbled.

"No problem." He told Cas then turned to Dean and winked.

Oh. Oh.

Awkwardly, Dean and Cas walked off to their table where Sam was waiting. "I think that guy likes you Dean."

"Shut up." Dean scolded his younger brother, handing him his burger and soda.

"Whatever." Sam grabbed his burger and took off the onions that he saw standing out, even if the lettuce was trying to cover it. Dean knew he hated onions, why would he forget to tell the guy to get them off. He always did that and Sam always got after him for it. You'd think he'd learn by now.

"Dean, why did you get it with onions—?" He stopped when he saw Dean staring at Cas. At his mouth.

It was the way Castiel's tongue moved around the scoop of the treat, around the tip, savoring the delicious flavor. The way he licked some of the molten vanilla ice cream that dripped down the waffle cone and how Cas ran his tongue along the length of the cone to avoid it from touching his skin and make a sticky mess. It was making Dean forget how to breathe. His pulse quickened and his body temperature rose, his hand holding on to his chair tightly. He wondered how his skills would work on him

Sam threw a French fry at Dean, "I'm so done with you Dean."

Dean blushed, "S-Sam."

"You're really gross." Sam moved his food away, no longer hungry.

"Shh."

"That is very inappropriate of you."

Cas' lips moved away from the cone, a white drop rolling down his lip, seriously not helping Dean's situation. "What's very inappropriate?" He grabbed a towel from the center of the table and cleaned his mouth.

"You're really naïve, Cas."

"No, don't listen to him he doesn't know what he's saying. He's stupid."

"Now you've made me curious."

"Cas, no, you don't want to hear what he has to say."

Sam smiled mockingly, "You're afraid he'll know how much of a pervert you are Dean?"

"You shut the fuck up." He hissed.

It was the first time Castiel had ever heard Dean curse in front of him, so he now knew it was serious, "What do you mean a pervert?"

"What do you think he was imagining while you were licking that ice cream?"

"Sam!"

"Oh my god." Castiel's cheeks immediately turned a deep shade of red. "Oh my god that's so embarrassing." He stood up to throw away his ice cream cone and then covered his flushed face with his hands, "Dean!"

"I'm sorry. I can't control it, I'm a guy." Dean stood up to hug his boyfriend, "But, hey, see it this way: I find you very sexy." He grinned when he heard Castiel laughing into his chest. "You're very sexy Castiel and I can't help it."

"You're gross." Castiel mumbled.

"And you're hot." Dean smiled bringing his laughing partner closer to him while Sam continued to stare at him with antipathy towards his brother's perverted thoughts.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Dean and Castiel walked into Castiel's apartment.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Dean asked Castiel.

"Yeah."

"What do you have?"

Castiel pointed at the bookshelf next to the television and Dean went to it. He didn't have a very large variety of films, but a rather impressive collection of music. "So you do listen to AC/DC?" Dean pulled out the Back in Black CD.

He hung his trench coat on a hanger next to the door that Dean hadn't noticed. "It's my brother Gabriel's." He sat down on the couch and waited for Dean to pick something. "My mother threw it in there by accident."

"Hmm." Dean sat down next to Castiel and faced him, "Well, since you don't have much choices. We could watch Star Wars." He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. "It should be on right now in Channel 12." Dean put his arm around Castiel's shoulder.

Cas wrinkled his nose and cuddled on Dean's warm chest, "I prefer Star Trek."

"Give Star Wars a chance."

"It's confusing."

"Please?"

He sighed, "Fine."

Dean never enjoyed two hours as much as he did with Castiel that night. He enjoyed laying on the couch with Castiel on top of him, both covered in a blanket that he'd brought from Castiel's room when the room suddenly got colder, running his fingers up his spine, making Castiel look at him every time he did it. He liked turning away from the movie to look at the beautiful scenery in front of him, which after ten minutes of the movie, got bored and started playing with his shirt or hand. Having to kiss him and telling him he loved him whenever the characters of the film had a boring conversation. It was those little moments that made Dean appreciate all those minutes of his life.

Castiel fell asleep thirty minutes before the movie ended, his face buried in Dean's neck, leaving him to watch what remained alone.

He was about to fall sleep too when his phone rang. "Damn it." Dean muttered and grabbed his jacket to take out his phone. "Hello?"

It wasn't Sam like he would've wanted to, "Dean?"

"Dad?" He lowered his voice so that Castiel wouldn't wake up, he didn't need to hear this.

"Where's Sam?"

"Um, he's asleep." He lied. Sam was back at their hotel, probably reading or watching television.

"I think I almost have him, Dean."

No, "Almost?"

"Yes. I just need to meet up with some people to confirm it by Tuesday meaning that I'll get you by Thursday so we can go after it."

This would be the perfect moment to tell John he had fallen in love with a boy and he wanted to stay with him and finish high school. But he didn't, he was too afraid to create a disorder and make his father forbid him from Castiel. "Okay, dad." He couldn't disobey his father's orders, not when they so close to finding the thing that killed their mother.

"Tell that to your brother when he wakes up."

"Yes, sir." And John hung up, not even saying the goodbye that made Dean feel better when he was younger. Instead, he left him with a sunken heart, holding on to the one person that was making him forget his troubles.

He couldn't break Castiel's heart.

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Author's Note: Hello! Late, I know but here you have it. And it's long! I'll start off with thanking my friend Victoria, aka floweredangel22, for helping me with the writer's block; she gave me the idea of Dean and Cas watching a movie and Cas falling asleep on Dean. Thank you. So, it's my birthday soon and I'm going to be seventeen…ew. Fun Fact: I have the same birthday as Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling, and Grimmjow from Bleach. I don't know, I'm not really excited about since it's never been a big deal to me, except that my favorite author, favorite character from Bleach, one of my closest friends, and I share the same day. Also, I got a Supernatural backpack! Which I'm going to use for my senior of high school! It's two AM and I'm writing…I need sleep. Anyways, Read & Review, please!