Textbooks and LARPING
Chapter Nine: Fire and ice make nothing but water, why write a song about it?
Castiel approaches Dean's home growing increasingly unsure. What does one do on a sleepover?
He should have just gone to Balthazar's.
A nice routine night of watching a documentary and then studying with some light conversation. Yes, that would have been much better than going to a normal person's house, who will not do any of those things, save for perhaps the latter.
He stands in front of the door, and before Castiel can knock, Dean swings the door open and yanks him in. Déjà vu.
"So what happened? Sammy had to do something?" Dean asks, letting go of the teen. The bright smile on his face shows he does not in fact care, and feels he has one some sort of imaginary competition with his brother. Poor Sam has to live with such a weird man.
Not that he can say much, really.
Last week his own brother decided to build a fort in the living room and not let Castiel on the couch without the password '34B', the bra size of their childhood neighbor's mother.
"You could say that…" Castiel mutters distastefully. He doesn't mind their brothers fornicating so much as he dislikes lying to Dean. However, if he wishes to still have a brother in the morning, it must be done. It is not his place to divulge other peoples' sex lives anyways.
"Um…huh. Well, whatever. What do you wanna do first? Wanna have a bite to eat?"
"I already ate with my father and Michael." Castiel admits, "I have no appetite."
"Oh, went out to dinner with your dad, huh? Have some fun?" Dean grins, until he notices the teen has gone fairly pale. "You…okay, Castiel?"
"What? Yes, do not worry. I am fine." Castiel assures him, making his way over and sitting on the couch, folding his hands in his lap. "My father is simply a highly abrasive man, it can be…a bit exhausting to deal with him and Michael."
"Daddy issues, huh? If you were a girl I'd already have you in my bed." The older Winchester teases, plopping down next to Castiel, who looks to him alarmed.
"You want to have sex with me?" He asks, moving further away on the couch. What is with the Winchesters and the Novak's? Heaven forbid Dean meet any of his other brothers. They are actually attractive. "I am sorry Dean, I do not wish to have sex with you. I would also like to urge you to never have sex with any Novak's. As a personal favor."
"Whoa! Wait! I was just making a joke, of course I don't want to have sex with you! I would never have sex with you! It was just, you know, girls with daddy issues are…" Dean trails off, "Wait, why would I have sex with any of your brothers?"
"Do not think much of it." Castiel moves from the couch and goes to the large bookcase in the Winchester apartment that holds all of their movies. "Which will we be watching tonight?"
"A horror movie." A smirk comes to Dean's lips, "Yeah definitely a horror movie."
"Horror?" Castiel looks over to him confused, "I have never seen a horror movie, it should be interesting…which one do I choose?"
"We'll play Netflix roulette!" Dean decides, "Sit down."
"…Alright…" Castiel mutters, sitting on the other end of the couch. "What is Netflix?"
"Are you that sheltered? Jesus Christ, kid." Dean groans and Castiel looks to him, personally affronted.
"Do not take the lords name in vain, Dean!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He turns on the TV and gets Netflix up.
"Oh, I see, it is 'flix' on the internet." Castiel mutters, staring in awe. "So how do you do roulette on it?"
"We go to the horror movie section," Dean begins, scrolling down to it, "And close our eyes and hit the arrow button until the other person says 'stop'. Then we select the movie they landed on."
Castiel eyes his wearily, "Do not do anything strange while my eyes are closed."
"I'm not sure if you are joking or being serious, but either option is kinda pissing me off." Dean huffs, "Now close your eyes. Say stop whenever you feel like it."
The two close their eyes, the only sound in the room being the clicking of the selections on the screen. Castiel decides to recite John 38-44; Lazarus' rising. He mutters it under his breath, surprised and impressed Dean says nothing about this.
"Jesus said to them, 'Take off the grave clothes and let him go.'" Castiel finally mutters, "Stop." He orders and Dean finally stops before they both open their eyes to see the movie; Sorority Row.
"Damn, this one isn't even scary." Dean groans, "Shoulda just made you watch The Conjuring." He shrugs and starts the movie, "But I supposed to truly appreciate a good one, ya gotta see a shitty one first."
"That is not very nice to say, Dean. I am sure that it is perfectly adequate."
The movie starts and by the time they reach the graduation scene at the beginning, Castiel has so many questions, comments, and more than a few concerns.
"Dean, I do not understand."
"What don't you get?"
"Well, first," Castiel looks to Dean, "Is this a normal formula for horror movies?"
"Pretty standard, yep."
"Why do you want me to watch it, then? I thought you wanted to get me into your nerdy things," He points out, "All of these characters are the opposite of nerds. They are highly popular."
"True, but they are all people nerds want dead." Dean points out and Castiel stares at him for a moment.
"You realize that to everyone but a few close friends and family, you are one of these people, right?" Castiel asks, "All of your nerd friends want the 'cool' you dead. Is that what you are saying?"
"To some extent. Look, just, don't over think it." Dean flashes him a cocky smile, "I'm honored you think I'm popular enough to make the nerds hate me, though."
"You take solace in alarming things." Castiel observes. "Also, I find the core premise of it faulty."
"Oh yeah? The plot unrealistic to you?"
"My main problem is that I find none of these characters redeemable." The teen explains, "Part of the horror is based on emotional attachment to their lives, correct? But I could care less about that. I do not care if any of them live or die."
Dean laughs, "That's pretty cold hearted for a Christian."
"That therapist is propositioning his patient for sex!" Castiel gasps, "What is wrong with this mo…oh, he's dead."
"Yep."
"Is that a normal way to kill someone in a horror movie?"
"Blunt object to the head? Pretty standard."
A few minutes go by until the next killing, Castiel doesn't bat an eye when a bottle is shoved down a girl's throat.
"That does not seem so standard."
"I think your reaction is less standard." Dean observes.
The movie seems to go on forever and before Castiel knows it, Dean is shaking him awake. Castiel yawns and stretches a little, blinking at Dean until everything is back into focus.
"Is the movie over?"
"Yeah, man, don't worry. I won't make you watch crap like that again. Wanna watch some Game of Thrones?" Dean asks, with a far more mischevious grin than before.
"I don't know…would I?" Castiel asks hesitantly.
"Yes." Dean assures him, "Yes you would. It is awesome. Trust me on this."
"I trusted you on roulette and ended up taking a nap to the sound of horrible people dying."
"There's worse things to fall asleep to."
Castiel sighs, "Fine, fine, we can watch this movie."
"It's not a movie, it's a series. Based off books."
"Oh." The teen mumbles, admittedly relieved. It's a nerd thing. A legitimate nerd thing. So far those have been good.
Ten hours later Castiel is simultaneously grateful he took that nap, and bitter towards this show.
This horribly mean and cruel show.
Yes, mean and cruel are pretty much the same thing, but not with this show.
It is now 7:30 in the morning and Castiel is too tired to cry or yell, so he settles on pouting at the tv. Surely this will make his rage known to the creator George R. R. Martin. Such a horrible human being, he must be a sadist.
"Dean, this was horrible." Castiel mutters groggily.
"You're the one who insisted on watching every episode." Dean offers up with a grin.
"Who watches these sort of things?"
The man beside him on the couch says nothing for a long while, "I have season two."
"We will watch that after I rest." Castiel says quickly, allowing himself to pretty much drop into Dean's lap.
"Whoa, whose getting fresh now?" Dean teases, "If you're tired why don't we go sleep in my room?"
"Just for safety I feel I must warn you I am completely male underneath these clothes." Castiel mumbles as Dean helps him up from the couch. "I will also reciprocate none of your attempts at anything."
"Man, I've never seen you exhausted before." Dean laughs, "This is great."
"You take pleasure in the weirdest things." Castiel muses, stumbling after Dean into the bedroom.
"Want some pajamas?" Dean offers as he strips and tosses on a pair of shorts.
"No, I am fine." The teen crawls into the bed and under Dean's blanket. "I feel it is only fair I tell you this; father issues are what lead me to your place tonight."
"Oh yeah? Sure hope that lead you here platonically."
"Very much so." Castiel assures him, "I just wanted to see you." He snuggles deeper into the blankets and closes his eyes, "I'm glad I did…even if we watched a horrible movie and an emotionally devastating show I begrudgingly love now."
"Just go to sleep, dude." Dean chuckles, laying down next to him. "This is a strictly no chick flicks moment location."
The two settle in on the large bed and Castiel actually gives Dean a tired smile, "You know what this means?"
"Hm?"
"Both Winchesters are sleeping with a Novak tonight."
Dean's eyes widen, "Wait, WHAT?"
A/N: Castiel, breaking news gently since 2008. Omg two months for filler. So I gave you sharing a bed. It's not enough, sorry. Also sorry it took so long. Just got my own place, got a job at walmart that takes up pretty much all of my time, and had a hardcore writers block. Next chapter will be useful. I promise. It will also hopefully be sooner.