A/N: Posting this all at once doesn't make it any easier to avoid re-reading any of it. *deep breaths*

You Better Believe It

Dean began to think Castiel was following them.

Sam wanted to play a few more games before he continued to go on the rides. So Dean paid for Sam, Kevin, Jessica, and Charlie to throw three darts at the balloons lining the wall. Dean watched them throw the first dart.

Then Castiel, and the guy he was with, showed up and paid for three darts each. Dean look at him without moving his head over.

"Hey look! It's Dean new boyfriend!" Charlie teased. Never before has Dean ever wanted to hit a small child.

Dean heard Castiel laugh and he looked over to find the trench coat - even though it's like 80 degrees outside - wearing boy grinning at him. Dean raised his eyebrows in question.

"You didn't buy darts for yourself?" Castiel asked Dean.

"Didn't want to beat everyone here," Dean smirked.

"Is that so?" Castiel challenged. Dean crossed his arms and watched as Castiel slammed three dollars on the counter; three more darts.

Before he could protest, Castiel paid and thrusted them out to Dean and grabbed one of his that he already paid for. Castiel nodded to him, as if to ask are you ready? Dean, feigning reluctance, grabbed the dart and got ready to throw. Sam and his friends stopped to watch.

Dean threw his first, popping a medium-sized balloon. Castiel threw his, he hit one of the smallest ones. Dean grunted and threw another one, hitting the smallest one on the board. Castiel's next one landed on a medium one.

"How's that?"Castiel asked.

"Okay, hot-shot, last one." Castiel and Dean got ready to throw. They let theirs go at the same time, both hitting the same balloon. The guy woking the stand chuckled and the guy he was with outright laughed.

"Mine hit it first!" Dean shouted, trying to convince everyone else he won.

"No way, Castiel's totally hit it first!" The boy Castiel had walked up with said. Dean was already shaking his head no. He watched Sam and his friends laugh at him, and somehow, Dean couldn't be mad.

"I'd say it was a tie," said the man who ran the booth. He had been laughing the entire time.

"I'll settle on a tie," Castiel gave in.

Dean sighed, "Fine… it was a tie."

Castiel shot him a smile and started to walk away. "C'mon Gabriel," he said, both boys turned on their heels. Dean watched them walk away, more specifically, he watched Castiel walk away.

"Go talk to him," Sam nudged his older brother's arm. Dean looked down and saw his smirking kid brother.

"We'll stay near the games, so go," Sam persisted. Dean sat and waited for only a moment longer. He dug into his pocket, handed his brother a handful of ones and fives.

"Yeah… uh, okay." Dean started to jog through the crowd to catch up with the trench-coat wearing boy.

"Hey, Castiel!" Dean called out, Gabriel laughed as they turned. They both looked at him, Gabriel smirking, and Castiel smiling. Dean couldn't help but think they'd been talking about him.

"I'll just be, over here…" Gabriel seemed to practically disappear into the crowd of rushing people. Dean's eyes only lingered there a second before flicking back to Castiel, a smile widening on his mouth.

"Hi, Dean."

Dean looked at the ground, digging his heel into the dirt. He watched the grass and rocks move under his foot, and he looked anywhere but at Castiel. Dean regretted running over here, he had nothing to say, he came unprepared.

If Castiel noticed how nervous he suddenly was, he didn't say anything.

"Anything you needed?" Castiel asked after a few tense moments. Dean wasn't sure why this suddenly was so awkward. Dean was a social person, he knew how to get out of every awkward situation a conversation brought up. Dean was shocked when he realized all of those other instanced had been with girls.

"Not really…" Dean trailed off. He cleared his throat, and then said, "I mean, what I said earlier - back at the psychic's - was kind of rude. So I just want to ap-"

"You don't have to," Castiel said, capturing Dean's eyes in his own and not looking away. Castiel's smile grew and it caused Dean's stomach to twist, it wasn't unpleasant.

"I feel like I have to…" Dean couldn't help his lips turning up at the corners.

Somewhere behind them, they heard a high-pitched scream, both of their heads snapped up and they soon realized it was only someone on top of the ferris wheel.

Dean smirked, "You been up there yet?"

"It's one of the rides on the list."

"You made a list of rides you wanted to go on?" Dean looked back at Castiel with a raised eyebrow. This guy was getting more and more interesting the longer Dean talked to him.

"In my head, a written one wouldn't be practical." His tone was even and technical and Dean tried not to admit it, even to himself, that he thought it was cute.

"You're weird," Dean chuckled.

"Nu-uh." Castiel folded his arms across his chest and shook his head, pretending to be a child.

"Like a baby in a trenchcoat," Dean said.

The line for the ferris wheel was long, so Castiel kept their place and Dean ran back to get Sam, Charlie, Kevin, Jessica, and Gabriel. They instantly agreed and stepped back into line, where Castiel wasn't any closer to the front.

Eventually, they got there. Castiel and Dean let everyone else go in first, so so they could sit by the door, but as Dean went to follow his younger brother, the worker pulled the chain across the entrance and hooked it to the side.

"Gotta get the next cart," he said, "just you two?"

Castiel looked at him, he seemed like he was about to decline the offer. Dean didn't care if they shared a cart, after all, they could sit on opposite sides. Dean just wanted to see the view, or rather, he told himself so. Dean may or may not have a slight fear of heights.

"Yeah, just the two of us," Dean confirmed. He didn't miss the surprised look on Castiel's face.

The ferris wheel stopped once more, and the two boys walked in. Like Dean predicted, they sat on opposite sides. Then the door was shut and locked and the whole ride lurched and started to move.

Sweat started to pool in Dean's palms the higher up the got.

Shit, he thought. The view was always amazing, but his fear of heights terrified him. It's why he never went on planes. Sam was in the cart above them, he leaned down and waved before someone - probably Gabriel - yelled at him to sit back down. They were three carts from the top, Dean's breaths were uneven now.

The metal creaked around him, and the thick plastic was cold. He was suddenly really uncomfortable, his hand grabbed the edge of the seat. His eyes were scrunched up, he was unaware he had closed them before. Goddamn, why did he think this was a good idea?

"Are you afraid of heights?" Castiel asked.

Dean cracked an eye open. He kept his eyes on Castiel's face, as long as he didn't look anywhere else he was able to keep his eyes open. He just had to keep his eyes and Castiel's deep blue eyes, and hs nose, and his mouth and-

Was Dean staring at a dude's mouth? Yup. The thought distracts him enough to speak.

"Of course not," he huffed. He was almost gasping now, "What kind of idiot knows he's afraid of heights, and gets on a ferris wheel?" Dean clenched his jaw.

"Yeah, duh. You're so stupid," Castiel laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" Dean practically yelled, his voice a lot higher than it usually was.

"Because you're funny."

The ferris wheel stopped again, they weren't at the top yet - Sam's cart was - but they were high enough to feel a stronger wind. It seemed to be strong enough to push the ride over, but it was only teasing the metal now, pushing enough to make it rock but not tip.

"Oh, God…" Dean moaned, his eyes squeezing shut once more. His fists were tight clenches, his nails biting into his palm, and he felt himself shake. It was fine, because he just had to convince himself he wasn't high up in the air, like if he fell or the cart broke he wouldn't immediately plummet to his death. He wasn't doing a convincing job.

"Calm down. The view is awesome-"

"Calm down? You freaking face your fear right now! Okay? We are really high up and-" Dean cracked his right eye open a little to see Castiel's face. "What are you doing?!" Dean screamed.

Castiel was nearly hanging over the edge, he was trying to see over the edge and onto the ground. And doing so, hee was tipping the cart so that Dean was pushed higher up.

"Dude! You are tipping the cart!" Dean knew he was being irrational, but he'd watched (and laughed at) too many videos of ferris wheel carts flipping over and people falling out of them. Oh fuck, he was going to kill his guy.

"You aren't gonna fall," Castiel didn't look away.

He seemed disinterested in Dean. Castiel shifted to sit on his knees, and the wheel started to turn at that moment, so the cart swished back and forth. Dean clamped a hand over his mouth to keep in his screams. Could someone die from fear?

"Oh, holy fu- the cart. It's tipping, we are gonna-"

"We're alright. The cart is level now, okay?" Dean opened his eyes, Castiel was sitting next to him now. The cart was definitely not level, but Castiel was close and Dean could feel his body heat.

Slowly, Castiel placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him. Dean's breathing was erratic and close to full on panicked gasping. Concern flooded Castiel's crystal blue eyes.

"You're eyes are insanely blue, did you know that Cas?" Dean hadn't really meant to say that, his brain was kind of in overdrive. Anything to distract himself though...

"Yes, they are. Focus on that. It'll help."

Dean nodded and leaned in closer, he noticed that his eyes got brighter with better light. Tentatively, Dean pressed his fingertips to Castiel's chin and pushed his face to get the better light.

"Now they are even brighter," Dean observed.

"Your eyes are the same way," Castiel pointed out.

Dean shook his head, "What? Ugly green?"

"They aren't ugly. I find your eyes pretty," Castiel cocked his head to the side and his eyebrows formed a small crease in between them. Dean wanted to push his thumb between them and smooth out the skin. He didn't even notice his breath slow down, whatever was happening, Castiel being close calmed Dean down.

Dean barked off a laugh that died off quickly, "No, my eyes are really ugly-"

"I find you quite attractive, actually."

Dean's face froze in shock. He shook his head slightly, that comment should have sent warning bells off in his head, but it did just the opposite. He smiled, a warm, comforting feeling soaking his body. He wiped his hands on his pants, the sweat on the back of his neck stopped for a moment.

"You're distracting me," Dean commented.

"Yeah? Think you can look at the view," his eyes drifted past Dean's head. HIs eyes sparkled with interest. "It is magnificent."

"Umm… okay." Dean turned his head slowly, his vision focusing.

He didn't flinch away, his breath got caught in his throat, but for a completely different reason. The sun was touching the horizon, the sky a golden red. It was beautiful. Castiel was right, magnificent.

And then the cart started to move again, and Dean flinched. Only, Castiel must have scooted closer, because he was right there, and he was warm and then Dean's face was buried in the other boy's neck and arms were around him.

Dean didn't cry, but he shook. Castiel's arms tightened around him and Dean breathed in his smell. It was comforting. Dean placed a hand on Castiel's neck and pushed back. He was still shaking a little bit, but he was calmer now. He just had to ignore the dangerous rocking the cart was doing and keep his eyes on Castiel. He could do this, it was fine.

"Thank you, I uhh…" Dean wasn't sure what he was trying to say.

"You're welcome, I get it." Castiel smiled and rubbed a hand up and down his back.

They didn't move, they only stared. For one, two, three heartbeats. Still staring, the air was getting warmer, Dean thought. No, that was just Castiel's breath he felt, he was leaning in.

They were really close now, any farther and their noses would bump. Dean tensed, his heart fluttered and he held his breath. None of it having anything to do with his fear of heights.

And then Castiel closed his eyes, and Dean knew what was happening. The second before it happened, he knew, he could have stopped it. He couldn't find the strength to do nothing but give in. Dean was the one to finish leaning in.

Castiel's lips were soft pressed up against his.