Chapter 7
It was coming up to quarter to 11 when they decided that drinking half the contents of the whiskey bottle was enough,
"Shit!" Dean exclaimed, slightly alarming Cas
"What's wrong?"
"How the hell are you going to get home now?! You can't walk back and there is no way I can drive you,"
"What are you talking about? Of course I can walk back!" Cas protested as he stood up and took a few staggering steps before having to grab the table to stop him falling,
"Looks like you've not had much experience with alcohol!" Dean laughed "You'd better stay here tonight Cas,"
"Well it's not like my parents will notice" Cas said bitterly, stumbling,
"C'mon buddy, let's get you to bed before you hurt yourself" Dean said, getting to his feet and leading Cas to the stairs, "I would give you the couch but if my dad, by some miracle does stumble in at god knows what o'clock that's where he crashes so wouldn't be such a good idea, hope you don't mind sharing my bed because that's all there is," Dean explained as they unsteadily made their way upstairs, supporting each other. Once upstairs Dean rooted through some drawers and found some pyjamas for Cas "you're lucky that we're a similar size!" He commented as he tossed Cas the t-shit and bottoms. They took turns in the bathroom and were both changed by 11. They stood awkwardly at the foot of Dean's bed, he couldn't help but think how cute Cas looked in his oversized Metallica t-shirt, Dean quickly shook this thought from his head, this was Cas! He clicked out of his mind just in time to see Cas begin to fall, the alcohol still in heavy effect, Dean made a grab for Cas who then stumbled, all his weight falling on Dean whose instant reaction was to push back. Cas fell onto the bed and Dean fell on top of him, he paused a second, they were so close, Cas' face just a few centimetres away from his; Dean noticed how Cas smelled of fresh laundry, beneath the alcohol, how his eyes were pure blue pools, how soft his lips looked…
Dean hurriedly stood up, Cas propped himself up on his elbows looking at Dean curiously before glancing away and shuffling to the right hand side of the bed, Dean got under the covers and they sat there for a few seconds, unsure about what to say, in the silence Dean glanced over at Cas, who was obviously nervous and saw him scratching absent mindedly at his scars,
"Hey!" Dean said softly, catching Cas' hand, Cas looked over at him, gazing into the emerald eyes that looked back, Dean suddenly became aware that he was still holding Cas' hand, but he didn't let go, instead he took his other hand and began to gently trace the lines, he felt Castiel shiver slightly at his touch, which brought a small smile to his face, he could feel Cas still watching him, not wanting to let go he brought his hand up to Cas' wrist and gently grazed it with his thumb as he brought he gaze back up to meet Cas'.
Cas finally broke off, looking down shyly as he tentatively shuffled closer to Dean before resting his head on Deans shoulder, his wrist still in Deans palm,
"Thank you Dean," he said softly, Dean didn't respond, he just rested his head on Cas' and gently squeezed his hand. They stayed like that in a drowsy, comfortable silence for a while until Cas' head finally slipped off Dean shoulder, he was sound asleep. Dean moved Cas so that he was in a comfortable position, being as gentle as he could. He gazed down at the sleeping figure, he had no idea how to describe the jumble of feelings that were whizzing round inside his head right now, he gave into the urge and gently ran his fingers through Castiel's messy brown hair, he smiled to himself; it was just as soft as it looked.
Shuffling down into a comfortable sleeping position Dean found himself facing the sleeping Cas, he looked so peaceful, Dean cursed himself for ever hurting him, he hadn't deserved it, all he could do now was to do everything in his power to make sure that he doesn't get hurt again. Vowing this Dean closed his eyes and succumbed to sleep.