A/N; Mentions of abuse and a bit of homophobia. Sorry I haven't posted lately. My computer crashed and I just got it back yesterday.
The smoke hung around them as Dean spoke, Castiel listening patiently to each word coming from his mouth. He heard the pool table, the slurred lyrics of the truckers swaying with women, but most of all his own heart pounding against his chest and the velvet voice in front of him. He heard everything and nothing all at the same time as he listened to the story of the older man.
" I figured out I was gay at 14. I couldn't even look at a girl the same way I looked at a dude. Then, I told my folks at 18. My mom, she didn't really care. She just smoothed my hair down and gave me a kiss on the forehead, telling me she loved me. My little brother thought it was cool, he was only 14 at the time.. My dad, he didn't take it well." Dean took another sip of his beer cradled in his hands, his eyes glued to the wooden table.
" He told me he didn't want Sammy gay. That no son of his was gonna be a queer." He spat the last word, downing the rest of the amber liquid and motioning for another.
" Beat me, beat my mom.. My dad kicked me out and I lived with my Uncle Bobby for a few years. My mom and dad live in Memphis. My mom use to write me letters but it stopped three years ago. Sammy came down and we haven't heard from them since."
Dean waited for Castiel to say something but when he looked up the other man was gazing at him with watery eyes. Dean sighed, giving him a small smile and nudging his leg under the table.
" Hey, man. Don't cry. 'S okay, really. My dad is a piece of shit but I miss my mom a lot. What about you?" Dean asked and Castiel wiped at his eyes.
" Umm.. My parents passed away when I was six. My older brother Luke raised me, Gabriel, and my little sister, Anna. They took me coming out well. I had been asexual most of my high school years up until my senior year.. I umm, tried to kiss a girl and threw up everywhere." He gave a small laugh while Dean chuckled, holding his side.
" Wow! That's rich. I can't believe you threw up on a girl." He chuckled and Castiel shrugged.
" It happens…"
They sat there talking long after the truckers left and smoke cleared. Ellen bid them goodbye and told Cas to come back anytime he wanted. Dean drove slowly back to Castiel's place. Even though Castiel didn't want him to drive at all. He was drunk even if he could walk straight!
" So, Cas. I hope you had a good night." He said softly as they walked onto Castiel's porch.
" I did, Dean. Thank you for everything." He smiled and Dean scratched the back of his neck, his fingers drumming against his thigh.
" Wanna do it again some time?" He asked and Castiel chuckled.
" I would love to, Dean. Please text me when you get home."
Dean's face fell a bit but he nodded, not wanting to ask Castiel if he could stay over.
" Are you going to kiss me or look at me all night?" Castiel laughed and Dean blushed, looking around at the road behind him.
Suddenly Castiel was pressed against his front door, Dean pinning his hands above his head. He didn't have time to register anything because soft, full lips were pressing into his own. Dean moved his hands to cup Castiel's face, his own going to clutch the other man's jacket. Dean bit lightly on Castiel's bottom lip, body's molding against the others. As fast as it started it was over. Dean pulled back, almost tripping as he stepped backwards towards the stairs.
" Night, Cas." Dean winked and got into his car, pulling out of Castiel's driveway and heading to his own home. Castiel watched the fading tail lights, his body slumped against the wooden door frame. He couldn't stop smiling.
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