The rain didn't settle over the course of the week.
And Dean kept walking Castiel home, his wings always perched over the both of them.
As the sun blossomed, the rain stopped.
And Dean kept on walking besides Castiel, stopping only to say his goodbye as Castiel descended in his home.
Over the course of their briefs walks Dean learned a number of things about Castiel.
He learned Castiel had an older brother and a younger sister. Didn't have a father and always shied away from the subject of parents. Liked to slice banana in his cornflakes. Didn't like oatmeal. Had a strong appetite for pies, especially apple pie. Didn't know who Led Zeppelin were. Didn't like being made to feel like a fool over not being familiar with popular culture.
Really, they talked on various safe subjects, didn't mention the war and didn't point out their species.
It was sort of nice to be able to talk to someone seemingly so different and realize that above all of their differences a common ground was laid for them.
It was so easy to get Cas confused while using pop-culture references, it was ridiculous. And he would always give a half-hearted glare towards Dean when he would start laughing at him.
What Dean didn't get, is how Castiel didn't unnerve him. Not in the slightest.
Getting to know him was so easy, and despite all of his quirks and all around weirdness Dean couldn't deny that he grew fond of the guy.
There was something so welcoming in his blue eyes, like if Dean gave him flowers and right after that threw stones at him, Castiel would accept all of it with open arms.
Suffice to say, it scared Dean.
He wasn't used to having a... a friend, really. Someone that you like being with, someone that makes you happy and makes you smile.
But, Castiel came to grow into something more.
Like, how everyday Dean would creep up on him on lunch and ask him for a smoke.
Dean always had his own pack of cigarettes, but, he just needed some way to strike up a conversation with the angel.
Soon after, Castiel didn't need to be asked for a smoke and instead waited for Dean behind the gym where they usually smoked.
Dean didn't mention it, and neither did Castiel. He was nice like that.
He was nice in the way that he started packing an extra lunch for Dean. In the way he shared his smokes when Dean forgot them. In the way he didn't mention it when Dean's mating oil started to seep out when they talked. In the way he didn't badger Dean for information when Lucifer called him.
And yeah, Dean really needed to get fucked before he let this Castiel thing go out of hand.
Castiel was everything Lucifer wasn't.
He was considerate, careful, funny (in an unintentional way), caring even. And hot.
And Dean really didn't need the trouble that came with wanting Castiel.
-/-
It was a Friday when it happened.
Right before the weekend, after their last class, walking alongside each other, not paying attention to the other staring people on the streets. Smoking cigarettes not caring if anybody sees them.
"...Which is why Adele is a self-centered, self-proclaimed people's voice when she only makes money out of teenage girls tears."-
"I beg to differ, she expresses her feelings in a very honest way, regardless of the way people perceive her." –Castiel spoke with furrowed brows.
"That's not how humans work Cas, it's all about money with them, so she is basically exploiting emotions." –Dean grew heated as he couldn't get Cas to think this way.
"You are too stubborn, Dean." –Castiel gave up with an exasperated sigh.
"So that means I win?" –Dean turned to Castiel with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Yes, Dean, it means you win in an argument that has no influence over either of us."
"You're just jealous." –Dean laughed to which Cas returned with a small smile of his own.
And, damn, it felt too good to get a smile from the guy.
"So, uh, see you Monday?" –Dean stopped as they were across Castiel's house.
"Ah, Actually Dean, I uh, I wanted to ask you something..." –It felt weird to hear the usually stoic and confident Castiel mumble his words like that.
"Shoot."
"Well, my mother and siblings are going on a trip today, over the course of the weekend to visit my uncle Zachariah, meaning they wont be back till Monday, and I would have the house to myself, so, I thought, that, maybe, you would like to, come and visit me tonight, maybe... Hang out." –Castiel finished his little vomit of stuttered and mumbled words.
Dean stared in shock at Castiel.
Castiel wanted him to come to his house. At night. Alone.
And he probably hadn't meant it in the way Dean got it, but, still.
Cas wanted to hang out. An honest to God friends-just-chilling-together kind of thing.
And Dean wanted to.
And he would have said yes if he didn't remember.
"Aw, shit... Cas, I-I would love to, really, just... I already scheduled with Lucifer tonight, so... Maybe tomorrow, if it's okay with you, or something?" –Dean blushed, scratching a hand behind his neck.
"Yes, of course, sure, I, I'll see you tomorrow, any time's good." –Castiel blushed in kind, eyes averted from Dean, giving a slight incline of his head.
"Yeah, sure... See you tomorrow, then." –Dean gave a forced smile to Castiel's suddenly glum face.
"Tomorrow." –Castiel returned Dean's gesture with an equally strained smile, and descended towards his home across the street.
Dean sighed in frustration and stomped his way to his house, frustrated with himself and Castiel and Lucifer and the world.
-/-
"You feel so good, baby..."
Lucifer hung over Dean's splayed form on the couch, his hands roaming beneath his shirt, kissing and nipping and his sore lips.
They lay together after flying in the dark sky until it rained again. It made Dean remember the first time he walked Cas home. And so this is where he asked Lucifer to go inside his house.
Dean huffed a breath as Lucifer's hands reached over his chest and tugged at his nipples. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Who the fuck tugs at a guy's nipples? It hurts like fuck!
"Luke, don't..." –Dean said softly as Lucifer's hands went for his belt, undoing it with swift and trained fingers.
"I told you I don't like nicknames..." –Lucifer said with a disinterested tone, straightening his back to pull Dean's pants down.
"I said don't!" –Dean shot upright, grabbing at his jeans. Chancing a glance at Lucifer he saw the man looking at him with dark, hooded eyes. And this is where Dean realized he was scared of him.
"Please, baby... Just, kiss me." –Dean gulped audibly, making his voice go soft with care, anything to get that threatening look off of Lucifer's face.
"I've been patient with you, Dean. You are more than ready, and I am done waiting."-His voice took a low, threatening tone that sent shivers of terror up Dean's spine.
He jerked Dean's hands away from him, and roughly pulled the denim down to his ankles, before Dean could stagger up again.
"I said stop it, Lucifer! I don't want to, I don't want you!" –Anger took control as he didn't register the words that escaped his lips. He let out a shaking breath, from fear, adrenaline, and watched as Lucifer went stoic still.
"And who do you want, Dean? That angel you keep trailing after like a stray dog? You think he wants you? You think anybody wants you? Everyone can smell him on your wings, Dean! Everybody knows you've been fooling around with them! It's in your grace, you little fuck! It's dirty! I wanted to help you get rid of it, I could have tonight! You know what, you're not even worth the yelling. You've lost your chance to be saved, you don't deserve to be called a demon. Out..." –Lucifer's speech was one fueled with anger and hostility, making Dean squirm under the sheer intensity resonating from his voice and his eyes.
He stood upright, leaving Dean a breathless and terrorized mess, lying stiffly on his back, afaraid of moving and talking.
"I said get the fuck out, you freak!"
And with those words and a threatening flip of black wings, Dean was up and flying out the window, no sense of space and destination, only the feeling of damp, hot tears running down his cheeks.
-/-
Safe to say, Castiel wasn't having the best of times.
Alone...
Bored...
Tired...
Laying on the sofa in front of the tv, flicking mindlessly through program after program, idiot after idiot, eating chip after chip...
So this is what it's like to be human.
Instead he could have been spending his time with Dean.
Who was now probably off with that God awful Lucifer (although he'd never met the demon). And he's probably holding Dean, touching his body, kissing his tan skin, and possibly kissing somewhere else.
But, Castiel knew Dean was still a virgin. With a demon boyfriend, who he came to realize was older and of a famous family name nonetheless. And he still hadn't gave it up. What was holding him back? He still shivered from the oil, his shirt was still soaked, and he still wouldn't have sex.
But, somewhere in the back of his mind, where Castiel didn't dare touch, he knew he was glad he was still a virgin.
An unexplainable, inexcusable thought, but it was still there.
Maybe it was because he had the feeling the demon was a douche, from the insistent calling, and words that had Dean rolling his eyes and clenching his jaw. Maybe he thought he wasn't good enough for Dean.
Dean who was kind but cautious, funny in his own sarcastic way, opinionated but open, good-natured and charming. Hot beyond words, too.
And also, a demon.
Not an angel.
He let out a frustrated sigh and closed his eyes in an attempt at sleep, disregarding his grim thoughts or at least trying to.
And he might have been successful in his pursuit if the bell didn't ring. And he might have ignored it if it wasn't followed by frantic knocking.
He dislodged the blanket reluctantly and tried to smoothen his rumpled sleep shirt.
And as he grew closer the knocking became louder and more desperate. Whoever it was, was in a hurry.
He switched the key in the lock with defiance, not sure if he wanted to see who was waiting behind, feeling a little lost and a lot sleepy.
But, upon opening the door he was shocked into wakefulness.
Dean stood before him in the dark, his whole body hunched uncomfortably, shoulders stiff and head bent down. The demon cast a look upwards and that's when Castiel saw it. His green eyes dulled by pain and some kind of fright, his cheeks stained with dropping tears, mouth slack open in between harsh breaths.
"Dean..."
"Cas, please..."
And that's all it took for him to grab the boy's shaking form in between his arms.
So, yes, I know I've been a little late with this, but I did start writing it immediately after, alas real life came calling.
Still hope you liked it, and really guys like I would let that happen to Dean. It seems the free ice cream wasn't enough.
Re view if you'd care to I will update faster if you do so. :)
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