Guess who's back ;) I can gurantee that you'll like the next chapter hehehehe
Cas smiles up at Dean beneath his body and Dean feels his heart melt a tiny bit from how beautiful his blue eyes are shinning up at him with such tenderness. He closes the small gap between the two of them so that their lips embrace, he can't help but to smile against Cas's lips because of how right it feels to be there, Cas beneath him in his arms.
Cas runs his tongue across Dean's bottom lip in their kissing craze. Dean pulls away from Cas's potent lips and peers down on him, a small whimper of loss comes from Cas when he does so. A smirk crawls across Dean's face. Cas pulls Deans head down and starts to give his neck kisses, then starts to give it small nips. Dean lets out heavy breaths as Cas nibbles on his neck and then takes a small bite as his ear. Cas goes to kiss Dean but Dean pulls away.
"Dean." Cas pleads to him. Dean runs his thumb over Cas's lip making Cas open his mouth slightly showing Dean that Cas was at his will. Cas's eyes are no longer only filled with tenderness, now Dean sees is lust and want with it.
"What do we say?" Dean taunts him.
"Please," Cas begs, he glances down to Deans lips and then back to his eyes. Dean leans down to close the gap between the two of them-
ACDC starts to blast through Dean's room causing Dean to sit up fast startled.
"DAMN IT!" Dean yells and bangs his hands on his bed in a fit before reaching over to turn off, well more like slam off, his alarm clock. He looks down, his "pride" clearly showing in a triumphant standing novation. He whips his head over to the door when he hears knocking.
"Dean? Is everything alright?" Sam asks. Dean takes a deep breathe in before answering so he can calm down.
"Yeah Ca- Sam, I'm alright." Jesus Christ I'm on one, Dean thinks.
"Okay…" Sam says sounding baffled. Dean listens Sam walk away and then he hurries and gets up and runs over to the bathroom across the hall.
Dean turns the sink on and splashes cold water on his face. He looks down at himself again, still hard as a rock. Dean groans out loud in frustration. All these dreams about Cas have been killing him, especially since he broke up with Lisa.
Looking in the mirror Dean finds himself to be sweaty and gross. He'll have to hurry and take a shower. Dean almost considers waking up earlier in case of another crisis's like this. But it is over ruled by his laziness.
Dean hops in the shower and turns on the hot water. He tries not to think about Cas but the dreams he's been having are killing him. One dream in particular with Cas dressed up as a cow boy kept on popping up in Deans head.
Dean turns the hot water to cold water, his hands were wanting to wonder too much. He finishes up his shower, dresses and runs down stairs to get Sam and they were off to school.
Even though Dean showered he still felt hot and sweaty. School goes by pretty slowly but Dean is excited when he gets to his art class.
Cas is already sitting in the back just like he always does. There's something different about him though, he looks the same, the sex hair, eyes that look like they trapped the ocean in them, his sharp but unique check bones; there was still something missing though.
"Hey Cas," Dean says with a wink as he takes his usual seat by Cas.
"Hello Dean." Cas blushes and then tries to cover a piece of paper that he has in front of him. Dean looks down, it looks like a piece of art.
"Whatcha working on Michelangelo?" Dean says with a quirk of an eyebrow.
"I understand the nickname Cas, but not so much Michelangelo." Cas responds. Dean rolls his eyes.
"Let me see." Dean insists trying to get Cas to show him. Cas looks down at the table.
"I would rather not…" Cas says sounding embarrassed.
"Oh come on, I've seen how many paintings you have of your cat Cas, let me have a look." Cas looks reluctantly at the piece of art covered by his arms.
"I guess I can." He says slowly and then slowly hands Dean the artwork. Deans eyes widen at it.
"Cas… This is amazing…" Dean says. Cas's artwork is him, his face. Dean can't believe the detail in it, Cas even got the small freckles on his face that barely anyone notices. Dean continues to gawk at it but Cas snatches it back.
"Thank you." Cas mumbles with a small blush. "I want to do it in paint but I would need to know the lighting and stuff to make it look good."
"Well how about you come over and you can use the real thing as a model."
"I guess that I could." Cas says.
"Great." Dean says smiling, he reaches a hand out to Cas's to put into his. And then he notices that Cas's arm is bare, it's missing tan trench coat on it. Dean looks up at Cas; now he knows what he's missing. His trench coat! Dean looks at Cas's arms, they're covered in white scars but other than that bare.
"Cas, your trench coat!" Dean exclaims. Cas's eyes widen from Deans excitement, and then blushes slightly when he sees that Dean attracted some stares from the fellow classmates when he shouted, which happened to be during when the teacher was in mid-sentence. Cas quickly removes his hand from beneath Deans.
"Dean be quiet." Cas says undertone.
"I'll be as loud as I want." Dean Shout whispers. The art teacher gives Dean a disapproving look and bluntly tells him to shut up.
Dean can't help but to smile, it spreads from one side of his face to the other, Cas kicks his leg from under the table, with a blush on his checks trying to avoid Deans eyes. Dean tries to contain his smile but he just can't. This meant that he has stopped cutting, and that was certainly something to be smiling about.
"You have to come over today Cas." Dean demands. Cas hasn't been able to come over as often as he used to, his brother Michel, while he was way better than Zachariah for sure Michel like having Cas home for dinner and family stuff, which meant Cas couldn't come over every day like he used to.
"Alright, just let me text Michel so he knows where I am."
"Good." Dean says with a wink. Cas blushes looking slightly uncomfortable. Dean looks down, Dean is starting to feel slightly frustrated, ever since the one night with Cas's moms passing away Dean has gotten nothing in that department, not even a lingering gaze. And it wasn't the lack of physical contact from Cas that was bugging Dean, it was that fact that he didn't know if Cas still felt for him that way. But now that Cas was coming over again after what seemed like an eternity Dean would finally talk to him about it.
Dean starts to feel a little nervous about talking to Cas about it. What if he didn't have those feelings for him anymore? Would he still having them ruin their friendship that Dean needed so badly?
Naturally with Dean being nervous and excited all at the same time, the rest of school droned on and on. He fell asleep two times and thought about ten different ways to kill himself with a paper clip and even worse he thought about all of the worst case scenarios that could happen with him and Cas. Surely if Cas didn't feel for him anymore he wouldn't reject him too badly, would he?
Dean knows he in trouble with how he feels, with all of the girls he had dated, he most definitely never fretted like this over them. He would be wrecked if Cas rejected him.
Finally school ends. Dean almost considers making up some excuse about why Cas can't come over anymore but he knows that won't help in the slightest. He'll just have to deal with it and hope that all goes well.