ONE YEAR LATER:

"Let me in, Assbutt!" Castiel yelled as he pounded on the door of the apartment.

"Give me a fucking minute! The place is a mess and I'm trying to make it presentable!" A voice from inside snarled back.

"Awww! For me? Am I special?" Castiel cooed as he took out spare keys, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

"I said one minute!" Dean glared at the smaller male, but once he saw Castiels smile, he softened.

"And I ignored you." Castiel brushed past Dean and into his bedroom, squeeling like a girl when he saw the little baby.

"Shut up or you'll wake him!" Dean grabbed Castiels arm and dragged him out.

Cas watched him with bright blue eyes, trying to see a hint of a smile like he normally did when he visited.

"So... How have you been?"

"It's been 3 months Dean... I'm fine." Castiel snapped. He didn't mean to, but the subject surrounding his sister was tricky. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, knowing that he wasn't okay. Not even close. "I-I miss her..." His voice cracked as he hid his face in Deans shirt. Dean looked down at the messy haired, pain in the ass male who was a year younger than him. Don't worry, he still hated him... Just not in moments like these. Strangely, he feels like protecting the teary eyed male from the horrors of life. But then Castiel leaves, and Dean goes back to hating him.

"Lets go watch a movie... Okay?" Dean asked softly. Cas looked up, and wiped his eyes, not yet fully detaching from Dean.

"O-okay..." Castiel finally made himself back away from his support. Why did Dean do this to him? Even at the funeral he was stone faced, but as soon as Dean walked over and hugged him, he broke down. He slowly made his way to the couch and sat on one side, kicking his shoes off and curling up.

Dean had plenty of room on the couch, but he sat right next to Castiel.

"Turn so your head is closer to me." Dean ordered, but his voice was kind. The boy started complaining, but he did it, and Dean wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer than he ever had before. Cas felt his breathing hitch, but he told his racing heart to calm down. This was nothing...

Dean turned the TV on, and luckily Harry Potter was already on so they just went back to the beginning. During the beginning of the movie, Cas was trying to ignore Deans arms and hands. Some skin was touching at a part where the shirt lifted some. Dean seemed fine, which annoyed Castiel. He didn't like being this way. Why was he this way? He glanced up at Dean and realized it was a bad idea.

Dean was nibbling on his bottom lip. Suddenly Cas felt really uncomfortable.

Dean felt eyes on him and he looked down. Castiel was looking at him with a strange expression. Suddenly his tongue darted out just slightly, moistening his lips. Without realizing he had done it, Dean let out a soft whine. Castiel giggled, but he looked very confused. Dean glanced down at the boys lips, and couldn't help but notice how perfectly kissable they were. Suddenly Castiel jumped up.

"I-I... I h-have to-" He knocked a couple books down. "W-work..." Then a glass. "Oh god! S-sorry!"

Dean glanced down at the sophomores pants, then down at his own. With horror he realized they both were turned on, very much. Castiel left in a hurry, knocking things down while Dean sat with a terrified look on his face. Dorky Castiel just made Dean have a hard on.

No kissing or fucking yet. THIS IS NOT A PORNO. Doesn't happen that fast. Any ideas on what should happen next?

Love ya,

Alex