I can't tell you how much I love all of you! Thanks for all the reviews, alerts, and favs; you guys are the best. I think you'll finally get what you've been waiting for in this chapter.
Anyway, I forgot to respond to an anonymous review I got from Yui that reminded me that Chuck didn't write about Castiel. Um, since Charlie mentioned Cas – even though she's never met him and I doubt that Sam or Dean were telling her stories about how "dreamy" he was – my headcanon is that Chuck DID continue writing about the Winchesters. I'm sorry if that's not your headcanon, I'm really trying to keep this as SU as possible!
"Cas?" Dean knocked on Castiel's bedroom door softly.
It's always him. Whenever something happens with Cas, he's the one sent to go "and fix the angel." And now after Cas's random outburst in front of everyone, including Kevin (who's probably scarred for life), which wasn't even his fault, the custom remains.
Go talk to your boyfriend, Lilly's words still echoed in his mind. That look she gave him when he talked about teenagers and their hormones… how are girls so damn intuitive? He was used to Sammy occasionally teasing him and inquiring about the relationship between him and Cas, but Dean knew that he was only joking. With Lilly, he wasn't so sure. She genuinely seemed to believe that he thought about Castiel as more than just a friend. She wouldn't be wrong, not exactly, but he was convinced that it was Gabriel's fault. Teenagers tend to be very confused, right? To add that, Dean hasn't gotten laid in months. He thought with his downstairs brain; that always got him in trouble.
"Cas," he knocked again. "Can I come in?"
"Go away, Dean!"
Dean rested his forehead on the wooden door and inhaled sharply. Teenagers. "I hope you're decent 'cause I'm coming in anyway."
Without further delay, he grasped the doorknob and entered Castiel's neat, plain room. Castiel lay on his small bed face down.
Cas let out a muffled "get out" without looking up that forced a laugh out of Dean. That dumb laugh that Castiel hated so much lately. It made him feel things, and if there was one thing that Cas despised about being human, it was the intensity with which he felt.
He heard Dean's footsteps nearing his bed and his heart started racing. There it was again. From the information that Castiel gathered about attraction, it wasn't supposed to make you feel like this. He thought that it would be pleasant and potentially create warmth in your tummy. You were supposed to feel butterflies in your stomach, not killer bees. Your heart indeed should have raced, but the sensation he was experiencing resembled a cardiac arrest.
Dean laid his hand on Castiel's shoulder and it took all Cas's self-control not to gasp. That was another thing that wasn't supposed to happen. He should have felt an electric spark or soft tingling where Dean touched him; instead it burned. None of this was a problem before Gabriel turned them into human teenagers. Sure, Castiel's pulse sped up every time Dean looked at him and Cas did feel very protective of him, but it was never this intense. He blamed the "affection" on their profound bond. Now that their bond should have been temporarily broken because of his lack of powers, the affection shouldn't have intensified. Something was very wrong and Cas did have his suspicions as to what it was.
"Cas," Dean's soothing voice engulfed Cas's ears, "what's wrong? It's not like you to get so mad. You're the Master Yoda of this fucked up group, dude," Dean joked.
Castiel finally turned around and seriously announced, "I understood that reference."
Dean laughed heartily and Cas wondered if there was any way to silence Dean so he could cease feeling the things.
"This isn't about Gabriel, is it?" Dean guessed correctly. He licked his lips, distracting Cas for a moment. "Cas? Talk to me."
"Hmm?" the angel looked up from Dean's lips. Mistake. Staring in his eyes didn't help, not even a little. Those green orbs with golden flecks scanned Cas's whole face and that was it. Cas couldn't take any more of that uncomfortable feeling in his abdomen.
He grabbed the lapels of Dean's shirt and pressed his lips to his. At first he surprised himself, not knowing how to proceed. What was I thinking? However, the small smile that formed on Dean's lips encouraged him to get things moving. He closed his eyes, tugging at Dean's lapels hard enough to get him on top of him, which seemed to startle Dean enough to finally start responding. Dean's hands tangled in the angel's hair, his lips moving in sync with Cas's. Dean applied more pressure, probably in an attempt to gain control, but Cas didn't let his hunter steal the delicious feeling of dominating for once. Castiel bit Dean's lip resulting in a silent gasp from Dean. Cas used the opportunity to slip his tongue in Dean's mouth, exploring every corner of it.
Dean was so damn gentle. Something that Cas definitely didn't need at the moment. He flipped them over, straddling Dean's hips and attacking his neck with open mouthed kisses.
"Oh my god, Cas," Dean moaned. He sent his hips upward, hoping for any kind of friction. You horny bastard, he mentally scolded himself.
He didn't have much time to think about it because Cas moved his tongue from Dean's neck and collarbone back to his lips.
As stupid as it might sound, Dean thought that Castiel tasted like heaven. Why hasn't he done this before?
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"So," Lilly puffed her cheeks.
"So," Sam repeated in a similarly awkward tone.
"So?" Kevin joined insecurely. "What did just happen?"
Sam would have liked the answer to that himself. Cas's rage always scared him a bit (come on, that guy was zen all the time – when he blew up, everyone peed in their pants a little). Yet this time, it was different. Cas seemed downright desperate. Sam couldn't even begin to comprehend how horrible it must have been for Castiel to be human AND a teenager. Maybe that was the reason for his (in Sam's opinion very exaggerated) reaction to Gabriel's continued meddling in their lives. If they closed the gates to Hell, Gabriel would have no reason to keep them in this state anymore, and therefore Castiel could go back to being a lost puppy with angelic mojo (Sam might or might not have picked that comparison up from Lilly.)
"I'm not exactly sure," Sam replied. "Cas is probably tired of being a powerless, puny human. It must be hard on him."
Lilly snickered. "Bullshit. You guys are so dumb." She shuffled lazily to the fridge and pulled out a peach. "You hungry, Kevin?"
Kevin nodded and caught the peach that Lilly tossed him.
She proceeded to grab another one for herself and plopped down on the couch again.
Sam frowned in an adorable way that made him seem even younger than he already was.
Lilly smiled at that and took a bite of her peach. "What, Moose?"
"What do you mean that we are dumb?" Sam argued.
Lilly rolled her eyes (her signature move, really). "Sammy dearest, I can't believe that you haven't noticed how Cas has been acting for the past few days. Poor guy. I tried to talk to him about it, but he wouldn't let me help him."
Sam nodded knowingly, but a second later he narrowed his eyes. "I don't get it."
"Oh holy mother of Jesus Christ Superstar," Lilly muttered. "Boys are so dull sometimes."
Sam opened his mouth to respond, but decided against it. Lilly already thought that his brain was about the size of a pea. There was no reason to prove her right.
He got up and sauntered towards Castiel's room to check on him and Dean. They've been there for a while and Sam began to worry. What if Castiel's anger enraged Dean and they were fighting right now? The last thing they needed was a fist fight between those two stubborn idiots.
"Where are you going?" Lilly called after him.
"To check on Cas and Dean," Sam responded in a 'duh' tone.
"Dean's going to eat you alive," Lilly said quietly.
"What?"
"Nothing. You go ahead!" she smirked.
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Cas wasn't thinking straight. He realized that as soon as Dean's shirt landed on the ground along with his t-shirt. But god, when he took a glimpse of Dean's perfectly toned bare chest, he couldn't care less. He placed kisses everywhere he could, praying to hear Dean's needy whimpers again. He sucked on his collarbone and judging by Dean's heavy breathing, he wasn't the only one to enjoy it.
Dean gripped the sheets of the bed, hoping that Castiel would stop soon. He didn't want him to (oh man, he really didn't want him to), but if Cas kept doing what he was doing (how did he get so good at that?), Dean couldn't be held responsible for his actions.
He led Cas's lips back to his, attacking those bruised red lips once again. It almost hurt – Dean would swear that his lower lip was bleeding – yet the pain was nothing in comparison with the pleasure. He needed this, needed Cas as close as possible.
Cas's hand reached for the zipper on Dean's jeans and every doubt in Dean's mind disappeared. Oh my god, oh my god, this is really happening.
Before Castiel could proceed, a knock on the door startled them.
Dean has never seen anyone move as quickly as Cas did at that moment. In a second, he was fully dressed and handed Dean his shirt. Dean sat on the bed in shock, not moving a muscle.
The knock repeated. "Guys, are you alright? You've been there for a while!"
Sam, you son of a bitch. "We're fine, Sam!" Dean growled.
"You sound really pissed," Sam commented. "Can I come in?"
Dean sloppily threw on his shirt. "No!"
Sam noiselessly stood behind the door for a moment. "…why not?" After a moment of silence, Sam insisted further. "Why isn't Cas talking? Jesus, Dean, did you do something to him? I'm coming in."
Dean ran a hand through his hair. "You come in through that door and I'll rip off your testicles with my bare hands."
Silence.
"I'll be waiting for you in the living room."
Dean released a breath he didn't know he was holding. This is his life, ladies and gentlemen. Introducing Sam Winchester – possibly a bigger cockblock than Harry Potter. (When Dean watched all eight Harry Potter movies with Charlie, she didn't fail to point out every time that Harry interrupted Hermione and Ron. Seriously, if the Harry kid backed off, Ron would have kissed that chick before the third movie.) If Sam didn't knock on the door, Cas and he would have— oh god, they totally would have. The realization dawned on Dean and suddenly, he felt uncomfortable even sitting on Castiel's bed. Being in the same room didn't sound very pleasant either. Thinking about it, sharing the same air made him kind of nervous, too.
Castiel stared at the door of his room. Is this what you do with your friends? He hoped that kissing Dean would make him feel better, but it only made things worse. He just risked his friendship with Dean because of his stupid needs. Nevertheless, it felt sort of… amazing. That was the feeling that he expected from attraction. Should he apologize? He wasn't sorry, not really. Explain himself? He didn't know why he did it. It just felt right.
"Cas, did we just…?" Dean asked as if he couldn't believe it. Honestly, Castiel couldn't blame him for that. If Dean wasn't a living proof that it happened, sitting right there on his bed, Cas would have assumed that he just dreamed about it.
"We did."
"I'm so sorry, Cas," Dean rambled, wide-eyed. "I shouldn't have done that. It was so stupid. It's those hormones. Totally. And— damn, you're an angel! Not a fallen one, a real one! Is that even legal?"
"You never had any problems with breaking rules, Dean," Cas deadpanned.
Dean scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I guess not."
Castiel sat next to Dean and wished he could kiss him again. Though judging by Dean's words, it was a mistake and it would never happen again. Maybe that was for the best.
Dean immediately vacated the bed, pacing around the room. "We can handle this like adults."
Cas only gritted his teeth and nodded. The tone of Dean's voice clearly showed the direction of this conversation.
"We both know that we're under a kind of angelic spell right now. We are making stupid mistakes and we shouldn't suffer the consequences of that, right?"
Cas almost argued, but Dean's frantic expression stopped him from doing so. He nodded again, already knowing that this moment will soon be forgotten.
Dean exhaled in relief. "Good. So… let's never talk about this again?"
Cas barely listened to Dean's mumbling. He kept nodding to everything that the hunter said, suddenly feeling suffocated in the small room. This definitely wasn't how he imagined attraction to feel like.
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"Didn't go well, did it?" Lilly laughed in Sam's face when she saw him coming back to the living room.
"He threatened to rip off my testicles," Sam scrunched his face and his whole body shook in discomfort just imagining it. "With his bare hands!"
Lilly pointed an accusing finger at him. "You tried to enter the room, huh?"
Kevin stepped in, not aware of anything that has been going on for the past few weeks. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Dumbasses," Lilly mumbled and walked away with a grin on her pretty face.
Okay guys. I know you're probably very frustrated by now, so I tried to make it a little better? I hope I succeeded with that. And I couldn't resist to make Lilly the all-knowing God. She knows what's up. Tell me what you thought about it!
