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You Better Believe It

"I accept your apology, Dean."

"Don't." Dean looked at him, Castiel's eyes were trained on Dean's face. "I just assumed something about you. And then I acted without thinking, I was embarrassed and blamed it on you. I am such a crap person! I'm sorry."

"Dean it's fine. Don't feel too badly. I'm not upset that you kissed me, I just said that because I was angry then. I'm not anymore." Dean barely heard him.

"You don't hate me for kissing you?"

"Of course not. I am not going to lie, you have a very pretty mouth. So I was dying to know what it felt like." Castiel's eyes widened, like he hadn't meant to say that. Now it was Dean's turn to be confused.

Instead, he laughed. He laughed because he wasn't sure what else to do, and the tension between them was so high, and then Castiel's laugh joined his own and they actually sounded like good friends.

"That is the best thing anyone had ever said to me," Dean admitted after their laughter had died down.

"Yeah…" Castiel trailed off, looking away. Dean noticed that the mechanic had arrived sometime and was working on the machine. They lapsed into another silence, this one not seeming so awkward. Maybe Castiel had actually forgiven him?

"What's your family like?" Dean asked, he needed a change in subject.

"Do you really want to know, or you just don't know what else to say right now?"

"I've got no idea what to say, but pity me and answer the question." Dean smiled and Castiel's smile lit up too.

"Umm… okay. Well, there's Gabriel - which you've met - and I have another older brother named Michael, and and younger sister named Anna. We kind of live on our own." Castiel's eyes took on this distant look, his whole face even, when he talked about his family. Dean scooted a little closer and gave a smile.

"Well, it's just Sammy and I and our dad. But he moves around a lot and kind of lets us be, so I've basically had to raise Sammy." Dean didn't feel anything as he talked. It was easy to talk to Castiel, like they've known each other forever, and not just a couple of hours.

"Have you ever told anyone else this?" Castiel asked.

"I have, a few times before. I don't very often, though."

"I feel privileged." Dean smiled at Castiel. The silence was no longer deafening, so they didn't feel the need to fill it. Dean sighed and leaned back, this waiting thing was getting old.

After a few minutes and hearing the different mechanical clicks and bangs from somewhere down below, Dean watched Castiel's face as he looked around at everyone at the fair.

He must have sensed Dean's eyes on him, because he turned his head and their eyes connected. "What?" he asked.

Dean shook his head, his goofy smile was back. He still didn't look away.

Neither did Castiel. Dean cocked an eyebrow up. Castiel's face didn't move, but he turned red with a blood blush. What was this guy doing to Dean?

"Last time someone looked at me like that, I got kissed." Dean's voice was light and easy now. He was only messing with Castiel.

"I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure we already established that you kissed me." Castiel's smile grew with Dean's flush.

"I don't think I agreed." Dean commented back after a while. "I heard you say something along those lines, but you never got my consent." Somehow Castiel had scooted closer. Or maybe Dean had moved? Either way, it didn't matter to Dean.

"Yeah, because you are totally big on consent."

"Castiel…" Dean breathed. "Are you gay? You never did say if you are or not." The question was out of left field, and they both knew it. Dean wanted to know, because he just needed to.

"Why would you care?" It was Castiel's turn to cock an eyebrow up.

"Because I have my reasons. Answer the question," Dean demanded playfully. Castiel was thrown back for a second. He had questions of his own, but he answered anyways.

"Yes, I am." Dean noticed how his voice didn't tremble or waver. Castiel must have been out for a while. Meanwhile Dean… Well, Dean didn't know.

He struggled to keep his face from blooming into a huge grin when Castiel's eyes drifted to Dean's lips. It reminded Dean of their kiss, and how he'd reacted to it by grabbing the other boy's head and pulling him closer. Dean thought he was 100% straight, only into girls, but Castiel's lips were distracting. He missed the feeling of a strong jaw pressing against his, the warm, wet feeling that comes from any kiss.

"So you really didn't care that I kissed you?" Dean asked, becoming more and more confident with each of Castiel's reactions. Now the other boy flushed and grinned. Dean thought it was addicting and his tongue poke out and wet his own lips. Yeah, okay, he really liked the kiss and wanted another, so sue him.

"Not necessarily…"

"Would you mind if I did it again?" Castiel had hesitated on all of his other answers, but not this one. He immediately shook his head. Castiel seemed eager himself.

Just like the tease he was, Dean pulled back until he was sitting straight up again. "Good to know." He watched Castiel's face morph into disappointment and he pouted. Dean loved it, it was out now, they both knew the other wanted another kiss, Dean just wanted to get revenge on Castiel making him feel like shit earlier.

"What, c'mon! You can't just do that!" Castiel groaned. Dean laughed and winked at him.

Was Dean Winchester actually flirting with another dude?

Yes, apparently his was.

"What was it like? Discovering that you were gay?" Dean asked abruptly. "I'm asking for a friend." He tacked on at the end.

"Bullshit, you are asking for yourself," he grinned. "And it was very relieving, kind of. To know why I liked to look at guys more than I did girls." Castiel shrugged like it was nothing, Dean's earlier guess of the other boy being out of the closet for a while was proven correct.

Dean looked at his hands - that were folded in his lap - and smiled shyly. "Yeah, I am asking for myself. I mean, how did you know?"

"Do you like to look at guys, Dean?" Castiel asked as evenly as he could. Dean had scooted closer once more, their thighs were almost touching.

"No," Dean shook his head. "I just uhh…" Dean rubbed the back of his neck and laughed, God, he was cheesy, "Met a guy that's making me second-guess myself."

"You still are into girls, right?"

"Yeah, as far as I can tell…"

"Then you might be bisexual. Into both genders, y'know?" Castiel hadn't looked away. Dean didn't either. There was a blush high up on both of their cheeks. Even though it was difficult for Dean to talk about this so casually with a guy he wants to kiss, it was information he really needed to know. Because if Dean was gay, then he would have to reconsider a few moments in his life.

Like the time at the waterpark Dean had gone to the last town they stayed in. When a group of college kids, guys and girls only a couple of years older than Dean, had shown up. They were all in swimsuits and Dean caught himself being distracted by the other guys' tight swimming trunks than the girls' bikini bottoms. Dean, at the time, had brushed it off and tried not to think about it. So what if it turned up in his spank-bank a couple of time? Doesn't mean he was gay?

Dean realized now that maybe it kind of does.

Dean nodded, he pulled himself back to the present. "Maybe you're right."

"I am always right," Castiel said, a smug smile back on his lips.

"Really now? Then what do you suppose I'm thinking right now?" Dean challenged. His teasing mood was back, glad that he was able to still joke around with Cas.

"Do you want me to tell you, or show you?" Castiel asked, eyes shining bright with nervousness. Dean knew what he was talking about.

"I think I might experience it better if you show me," Dean said. God, were they really going to do this, here?

Yes, they were. Castiel leaned in and closed the distance between them. Dean was ready, he knew what he wanted. Here, in this ferris wheel cart, his pride wasn't getting in the way. He wasn't going to push Castiel away this time because he was sure what he wanted.

He knew. He knew he wanted Castiel right here. With their lips pressed together, and Castiel's hand running through his hair. Dean reached out and pressed a hand to the back of Castiel's neck, pulling him close. His chest puffed up and rubbed against the other boy's. It was weird at first, to not feel a pair of breast pressing against him, but it was a pleasant weird. He craved more.

Dean definitely wanted Castiel right where he was.

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