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And CRIKEY guys, sorry for the wait! Dear lord! I thought I would be able to write lots right after my last exam. But it turns out I had completely underestimated how busy I would be getting ready for my sisters grad and going to my sisters grad and going to other grad parties and blah blah blah. But here's another chapter; its not the greatest but its something, yeah?
CAS POV
I woke up feeling slightly less mobile than usual. Hmm, strange. The blankets were stuck underneath me and I was very warm. I squirmed around a bit until they loosened. Why was..oh my.
I gasped. Suddenly the events of yesterday came flooding back into my head. OH GOD. Dean Winchester had been watching Star Trek with me?! Had that been a dream?! No, my dreams were never that clear. No no no no, I had fallen asleep with him here! When did he leave? What had happened? Damnit! I'm such an ugly sleeper, I probably snored and drooled I bet he thinks I'm disgusting UGGGH.
My life sucks
I shimmied the rest of the way out of my bedsheets and walked downstairs for breakfast.
Oh nice, it looked like dad was home. He had worked later than usual last night. He was already fully dressed in a plaid button down and dress pants. He was making eggs on the stove and it smelled amazing. If anyone was a better cook than my mom, it was my dad. But I guess if anyone was a better cook than my dad, if would've been my mom. I could never really decide who won that contest. Dad made amazing meals while mom was more gifted the the sweets department.
I walked in and sat at the table. "Good morning dad. Mom was being embarrassing again last night." Dad just chuckled.
"Oh Castiel, I've told you before, she's not being embarrassing she's being fun!" I just huffed. "You're such a teenager." Dad smiled. "So in order for you to be embarrassed, I'm guessing you brought a friend home?"
"Yeah."
"Were they nice?"
Mom came rushing out of the bathroom or from who knows where in her housecoat and sat down at the table, gushing. "Oh is he ever nice! He's got a strong jawline and personality. My goodness, Castiel has caught himself quite the fish!"
UGH! "MOM. I didn't 'catch myself any fish'! He'll probably never talk to me again. He was just giving me a ride home and then, through a strange chain of events, ended up visiting."
...Well he did say he would watch Star Trek with me...but that was probably just a spur of the moment agreement to make things less awkward and I wasn't telling my parents that. I looked up to mom.
She was looking at me really weird. "I don't know Castiel. That boy seemed pretty fond of you." What the hell was she talking about, Dean and I had just been interacting like normal human beings. Did she see something I didn't?
"What are you talking about?"
Mom giggled. "He'll be back. I can just tell. Its a mom thing."
I rolled my eyes. Moms and their 'mom things', sheesh.
Dad came back into the conversation, setting a gorgeous looking omelet down on the table and sitting down "So he's cute?"
"DAD!"
"What? I'm just curious!" My parents had always been super supportive of my sexuality ever since the day I came out. But sometimes, like many things; they overdid it. They always had their eye out for a hot piece of male ass for me to date and it got a little annoying at times. Whenever I had guy friends it always came down to this.
"Its not like that...hes not..."
"Thats not what I asked you Castiel." Dad cut me off. "I asked you if he was cute." Mom and dad stared at me expectantly.
I blushed the shade of a ripe tomato. They had caught me red handed. Or red faced you might say. Dad smiled and mom flailed her hands around and there was this look of excitement in her eyes that kind of scared me a little.
"Please talk to him at school tomorrow Castiel! This could be such a good thing for you! He seems like a great guy, just give this a shot! You could be really great umm friends!" Mom begged as dad cut the omelet into three with a spatula and flopped a piece down on each of our plates. I took a bite.
"And why does me thinking he's cute require me to take such actions? Its not that big of a deal." I tried to shrug it off. "Lots of people are cute. " Lie. I was fairly picky.
Mom was trying to calm herself down but failing miserably. "Because he thinks you're cute too! Maybe he won't admit it to you, or maybe even to himself but he adores you!"
The thought lit a flicker of hope inside me. "And how do you know this? 'Mother's intuition' again?"
Mom averted her eyes. "Uh, yep. Just mother's intuition." She was a terrible liar but I didn't push the subject further. Dad cut back in.
"You know what? I think your mother is right. Cute or not, from what I'm hearing, this boy seems like a great person to get to know. Having a real friend would be good for you. You spend too much time in the house, you need to get out in the world and make mistakes. Have fun, learn from your experiences."
I grunted and continued to eat my delicious breakfast.
"Just think about it." Mom said with her mouth full, she was scarfing down her omelet now. Once it was all stuffed in her mouth she got up and set her dish in the washer.
"What's got you all in a hurry?" I called as she hurried down the hall.
"Your father and I have singing lessons at 11! Its Sunday! And I need to get dressed!" She paused for a second. "Or I could just go in my housecoat..."
"Mom!"
She giggled. "Alright alright, I'll go get dressed then." I turned to dad.
"Tell me again why you guys are learning Tibetan throat singing together?"
"Its a bonding experience." My father said. Then he got up to brush his teeth and they were out of the house within minutes.
So that left me home alone. I thought about what my parents had said. Maybe I could talk to Dean tomorrow. Heaven knows I'd love to be around him more often. But heaven also knows I don't love being humiliated at school. I've had enough humiliation for a lifetime. Besides, Dean was always around his friends and he probably wouldn't want to even associate with me in front of them. 'No.' I decided. I wasn't going to talk to Dean. I was perfectly content going through life with technology and literature as my companions. Well, I did have a few friends at school but they were more like acquaintances. No one close enough to bring home except maybe for a school project. That's the way it had always been I didn't see why it should change now.
I started making a mental list of all the things I could do with my day. Alone. I had no homework...I could watch a show? play xbox? practice dancing? uhhm... read? Yeah. I'll read.
I ran upstairs to grab my copy of 'To Kill A Mockingbird' then back to the living room. We were reading this book as a novel study in english class and I was enjoying it very much. I flopped down on my favorite chair; a big, black bean-bag right next to the window. I fluffed it up and settled into it, criss crossing my legs and opening my book in my lap.
I sighed happily, this was so nice. The chair was warm from the sun shining down on it and the house was silent save the quiet murmuring of the 80's music station on the kitchen radio. No exhausting social interactions and awkwardness, just me and my book.
But as I read into my book I found myself getting sidetracked. Instead of concentrating on the words and the story I found my thoughts drifting away to a certain green eyed boy. And well his eyes weren't just green they were incredible. How do you describe Dean's eyes? How do you describe a color so deep? Damnit.
I mentally slapped myself and tried to immerse myself back into the story of the Finches. But to no avail. Dean Winchester and his stupid wonderful self kept interrupting. Whether it was his kindness, his car or his cupid-bow lips; the thought of him would not leave me alone.
Maybe I just needed to do something else. Yeah, something really distracting. Fine. I'll do work. I'll finish up the dishes from breakfast; there wasn't much; just a pan, the spatula, and a few other odds and ends. As I started washing I realized this was a terrible idea. The only thing I could do was think. And you all know how that goes. Freaking Dean Winchester. The job occupied my hands but not my mind. Well then, when I finished I went to watch the Star Trek episodes I had missed when I fell asleep last night. (I'm obsessed, I know) So I padded up to my room, got the TV started and got settled. This was going well, the show had me at full attention. I watched members of the crew interact and analysed their relationship and what the writers were trying to portray to us and it was good. Then there was a funny fight scene and I smiled and looked beside me to see Dean laughing...-
SHIT
Maybe I would have to try talking to Dean tomorrow after all.
Woo Hoo! So there's the thing. It wasn't that good, almost filler but bleeh. Anyways reviews are always loved yada yada yada you know the drill :) Thanks!
