A/N: WTF are these chapters? It is broken up so weirdly and I hate it. This makes me want to rewrite the entire thing out of spite. Maybe I should... post it as a different story just to show how my writing has progressed, lol

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You Better Believe It

Dean barely felt the cart shift and the wind rush past them as they descended. His hand on Castiel's neck moved to the back of his head, fingers scraping at the short hair he found there.

And there it was, like a very small lightning bolt, shooting through the both of them. Jesus, Dean thought, just like in the stories. He like it, the warmth that followed afterwards was amazing.

Their lips didn't part, but moved in sync. Dean pulled Castiel's bottom lip in between his own and sucked, nibbled, and licked. Castiel pulled him closer, he pushed his mouth harder into Dean's. This was a wonderful distraction, this was something Dean knew how to do.

"Shit," Dean said, his voice a little muffled.

It was like his mind finally caught up with his actions, the hand in Castiel's hair moved to his chest and he started madly shoving the other boy away. He swallowed a few times, his hand coming up the wipe his mouth. Why had he done that? There was something there, besides just it being a distraction, because a simple kiss has never made him feel like that.

He refused to look at Castiel - who was once again sitting on the opposite side of the car - and because there was nowhere else to look that would freak him out, he kept his eyes close.

"Dean," Castiel said.

"No," Dean immediately shut him down. "We can pretend that never happened. I am not gay, and I don't want to hear what you have to say." Dean hadn't meant for that to sound so cold, he was just scared, and confused, and his lips still tingled from the feeling his Castiel's lips pressed against his own and he wanted to feel it again.

Dean missed Castiel's hurt look.

Dean didn't care. He didn't care about Castiel, and how well his lips fit against his. The warmth that was buzzing throughout his body not even ten seconds ago. He just didn't care.

Dean really tried to believe the lie.

The tension between them didn't fade or waver. The rest of the way down the ferris wheel was the longest three minutes of Dean's life. He tried to ignore everything around him, the height, the wind rushing in his ear, Castiel's eyes boring into him like needles. His lips still tingled with the ghost feeling of Castiel's.

"I'll play your game and say it never happened," Castiel said, Dean still didn't move. "But I won't pretend I didn't feel that…spark… between us. Whether you want to admit it or not, that psychic knew what she was talking about."

"Stop," Dean groaned. It made him hate himself more, why did he let it happen?

"Fine." Castiel snapped.

Sam's cart stopped at the bottom, they all piled out. The ground was only ten or so feet away. Almost there, Dean wanted to laugh or cry. He hated this sick-to-your-stomach feeling. He wanted to be alone, he wanted to be far away as possible to the boy trapped next to him.

"We aren't moving," Castiel muttered.

Dean opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Castiel's face. His pale skin, small mouth and blue eyes. His really, really blue eyes. He looked away when Cas met his eyes.

"Attention, attention." The speaker in the middle of the wheel sounded. Dean saw a guy next to the control panel hold up an old-looking microphone. Dean and Castiel gave the man their full attention. "I am not pleased to say we are experiencing some technical difficulties and are calling an expert over now. You are in no such danger, remain calm. And sorry for your inconvenience. Any and all money will be refunded."

Dean wondered right then, why the universe suddenly hated him so much.

"So we're stuck for now? Is that what he's saying?" Dean threw his hands in the air. Anger started to seep in now, he wasn't sure why, he wasn't mad at Castiel. Dean had been the one to kiss him, so why did it matter?

He wasn't expecting Castiel to answer, but he did anyway, "Unfortunately."

"Dean! Cas!" Dean jumped up and looked over the side. Sam, Kevin, Charlie, Jessica, and Gabriel were standing below them.

"Hey, Sammy!" It felt like it was the first time in forever since he smiled.

"What are you guys gonna do?" Gabriel asked. Dean felt Castiel shrug, their shoulders were touching.

"Just hang here, I guess." Dean said evenly. With them sitting on one side the cart tipped with their combined weight. Dean's pulse quickened and he ducked back inside the cart. The walls were tall enough so that if he hunched down, he could see anything but the rest of the ferris wheel and the cart above them. They weren't that high up anymore.

Neither of them wanted to just "hang here." Dean wanted to put as much distance as possible between him and Castiel. He didn't know the feeling was mutual. The air between them was thick with tension as Castiel sat back and the cart rocked.

Being so close to the ground, Dean was notas affected by the cart rocking back and forth. Sam and his friends decided to not wait for his brother to get down - Dean told him to go anyway. Dean wants Sam to enjoy the rest of his birthday, even if that meant Dean was gonna have to go through this hell with Castiel. The day was almost over, they had maybe and hour and a half left before they had to go, Dean just hoped he'd be off this thing before that time was up.

The first five minutes was spent in silence. Time seemed altogether different, like it just crawled by. The cart above them was full of teenage girls, Dean could tell by the way they all giggled from time to time.

"We don't have to ignore each other," Castiel muttered.

"What do we have to talk about?" Dean snapped. They fell into another silence that seemed to last forever. Dean tried to swallow his anger.

Dean sighed rather loudly, Castiel threw a glare over at him. Then Dean began to tap on the side of the metal cart that they were trapped in.

"Seriously? Stop it," Castiel barked.

"What's your problem?" Dean asked. This silence was slowly killing him, so he thought a casual conversation wouldn't hurt. If you could even hold a casual conversation in their situation.

"You are, Dean."

"How am I the problem? You are the one that's been following me around all day! Trying to get me to what? Fall in love with you? Because some old hag said so?" Dean tried not to yell too loud, he didn't want anybody else to hear what he was saying, but he was angry.

"You think I'm getting you to fall in love with me?" Castiel's voice was back to being even, which ticked Dean off even more.

"That's what you are doing, right? I mean, that's why we are even trapped in this stupid cart together anyway?" Dean shook his head, he didn't want to talk about this, not right now. Dean wondered if the distance to the ground would kill him if he jumped out.

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I'm not even in to you? That I'm not gay either?" Castiel asked, Dean cranked his head back to the other boy so fast he thought he might give himself whiplash.

"What?" Of course he was gay, a straight man doesn't kiss that well.

"No, you just think that everyone is drawn to you. Because your ego is as big as a chrysler building, so you think everyone just adores you. Well - newsflash Winchester - I wanted to be just friends. You're the one who kissed me." Castiel sat back and watched Dean after his little rant was over. He crossed his arms over his chest, that stupid trench coat billowing out around him.

Dean's never backed down from a fight. And eye contact is a good way to start one. If you have a hard glare you could make any man fight, especially if alcohol is involved. And looking away from someone's stare is a sign of submission, and Dean has never looked away.

Until now.

He couldn't meet Castiel's eyes. He actually cowered away as the guilt and dread washed over him. Castiel was right, Dean had been the one to kiss him. God, all the other boy was trying to do was comfort him and Dean took it way to far. Dean made the first move on another guy.

Dean had kissed Castiel, he was the one that had leaned in and sealed the deal. It was his choice. He very well could have stopped it, but he didn't. At the time he just didn't want to. All he wanted was to feel Castiel's lips pressed against his own. There was no way that was true, because Dean had never felt this way about someone else, much less another dude.

And he had thought that Castiel was into him, but not because he thought everyone was into or because he had a big ego. He was actually self-conscious about a lot of things. He thought Castiel was into him, because you don't just look at someone like that and not feel anything towards them.

"I-I'm sorry." Dean's voice was small, he wasn't even sure if he had heard him.