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Castiel woke up to a dark room, alone. His exposed skin was covered in dried sweat, and he was slightly confused. Why was he in the guestroom in the basement? The last thing he really remembered was kissing Dean and then leaving the barn with Bess. Had he been so drunk he decided not to even try and wake Dean…
Dean. The night (and a pounding headache) came rushing to him in a blur. Drinking with Bess and her friends, coming home to see Dean get out of his car, and then…had they kissed? Surely not. Surely that had been a drunken dream. 'Drunk actions are sober thoughts' a voice in the back of Castiel's mind quoted to him. 'What a stupid saying' Castiel thought back. And if he'd only dreamed the kiss, why had it felt so real? Even in a drunken state, kissing Dean seemed real. The feel of his plush lips, the way his strong hips had pinned Castiel to the car, the tender touches Dean had used to take things so slow. It had been a very vivid dream, Castiel concluded. There was no possible way it was real.
Castiel looked around the room and saw his clothes strew about as though they'd been torn off him by somebody else. 'I was drunk' Castiel told himself. Most people that are drunk don't take their clothes off properly. He decided not to wake the rest of the house (the clock on the bed showed that it was only ten after seven o'clock), and take a shower downstairs in the basement. He could collect his thoughts before facing everybody. Castiel gathered his clothes and slipped into the bathroom.
In the shower, Castiel ran through the night's events again, this time with more clarity. He and Dean HAD kissed before leaving with their separate parties, that was for certain. That kiss had….well, it apparently had been enough to cause Castiel to have dreams about the man. Vivid dreams. Vivid dreams in which Castiel had never been touched, or kissed, or treated like that before. Was there something behind the kiss? No, surely not. Dean had just been doing his job. That's what Dean had been paid to do. Kiss Castiel. Dean wouldn't be attracted to a man like Castiel. Dean also probably didn't want to be tied down in his line of work. This was going to be over tomorrow and Castiel would go about his life. Find himself a girl and Dean would find another paying woman or man or…Castiel stopped and grabbed the generic shampoo his parents always left down here "just in case" and massaged it into his hair as he pushed the thought of Dean with somebody else out of his mind. Not because it bothered him, but because it was simply none of his business. It wasn't. He knew that. After today, Dean would be more than free and welcome to date whomever he wished. And Castiel would have no say in the matter. Why did that thought fill him with an odd feeling of dread? Why did the idea of picturing Dean with somebody else make him want to beg Dean not to do it? Castiel could just picture some beautiful blonde woman taking Dean out to her high school reunion and Dean would lay on the charm. Asking her why she thought she couldn't get her own date. Asking her if she'd like to get to know each other better. Taking her to his place. Castiel shook the thought from his head. It was NONE OF HIS BUSINESS. Why did he need to keep telling himself that?
Castiel turned the water off and got out of the shower. He dried himself off and wrapped himself in a towel. He needed to talk to Dean. He would get dressed and come clean about the dream. If he didn't. he would be acting different around him all day and Dean would figure it out anyway. Dean was very good at picking up on people's emotions. Castiel grabbed his clothes, and began walking upstairs. Thankfully, he didn't run into anybody, and got to his room without an incident. Inside his room, was a different story.
Dean was laying on top of the covers, only in his boxers. He was fast asleep, at least appeared that way, and Castiel's breath caught in his throat. He knew that this was real, and had a feeling of déjà vu seeing Dean like that. No, it had only been a dream. Castiel quickly grabbed his clothes and was about to run to the bathroom to change, when he heard Dean.
"Leaving so soon?" Dean's voice was rough with sleep and his eyes weren't even opened yet, but Castiel knew that he was awake.
"I…I was just…um…" Castile cleared his throat. "Going to get dressed. In the bathroom." Castiel continued to stand there awkwardly. "Um…bye." Castiel walked as fast and quietly as he could to the bathroom. He threw on a t-shirt and jeans, waiting to put on his suit until it was closer to the time of the ceremony. He was hoping that Dean would be dressed when he walked into the room, but wasn't sure if he would be. Castiel walked back to the room and opened it, seeing Dean rifling through his bag, still only in his boxers.
Dean turned around and saw Castiel staring.
"Well come in, it's not like you haven't seen it before." Castiel looked out into the hallway, trying to see if there was somebody behind him that Dean was saying that for. It didn't appear as though anyone else was around, but Gabriel was just across the hall. If he was awake and heard Dean say something contrary to the idea that they had been together, things could get messy. Castiel knew that he wasn't made for this fake relationship thing. He walked into the room and closed the door.
"You look…well." Castiel didn't know what else to say. This was going to be bad.
"Thanks?" Dean shot a funny look over at him. Castiel shook his head.
"Sorry, I just…after last night…." Dean paused and looked into Castiel's eyes. Castiel gulped. Apparently, that hadn't been the right thing to say. Dean's green eyes looked hurt, and a little sad, before he blinked and it was gone.
"Look, don't worry about last night. I…"
"I was drunk and I must've thought I'd wake you up. I'm sorry if I freaked you out by possibly leaving you with my family." Dean paused, a look of confusion passing his face before realization dawned on him. Castiel watched Dean open his mouth and then close it a couple times before Dean laughed, humorlessly, and shook his head.
"You think…okay. Yeah, no, it's fine, man. Thanks for being considerate." It was Castiel's turn to be confused.
"What do you mean 'You think'?" Dean shrugged himself into a t-shirt.
"Nothing, just a long night. Ready for some breakfast?" Dean slipped his jeans on and pushed past Castiel out the door. Castiel watched him and then followed once Dean had gotten to the stairs.
Dean, however, wasn't sure what to do. He had thought about charging Castiel for last night, but if he didn't even remember it, what could he do? He didn't want to freak the guy out. 'He's just a customer' a voice said to Dean, but Dean knew that the voice was wrong. 'He's not just any customer'. He knew that the moment he heard the phone call between Castiel and Meg. He knew that the moment he met him. This guy was different from his other clients. So, if Castiel needed to think nothing happened for his own sanity, then so be it. Far be it from Dean to change that for him.
Down in the kitchen, Castiel grabbed bread to put in the toaster.
"Need help?" Dean offered. He wasn't planning on it down the stairs, but he figured he didn't need to act like a dick the whole day.
"If you could just make the coffee, that would be great." Castiel gave Dean a gentle smile.
"Where is it?" Castiel nodded at the cupboard next to himself and went back to the toaster. He turned and was met with Dean's chest. Dean looked at Castiel with that stupid smile. The smile that would probably haunt Castiel long after this weekend was over. "Found it." Dean whispered. Castiel just nodded and stopped trying to count the freckles that danced across Dean's face. Dean moved and Castiel went to the refrigerator. He looked and saw jars of different things that one could put on toast.
"Jelly, jam, or preserves?"
"Uh…I literally didn't know those were different things."
"Of course they are." A voice from the staircase said. Dean and Castiel turned to look and saw Chuck there. He was in a robe, with a t-shirt on it that said something about a deadline. "The preserves are actually made by a family friend. Let's go with those, son." Castiel nodded and grabbed the jar from the refrigerator. "You've got some things to learn if you're going to be a part of this family." Castiel felt a blush come to his cheeks, and a sense of guilt because he knew the truth.
"I'd be happy to learn, sir." Dean smiled at Chuck, but Castiel thought it looked a little different. A little sad, but that couldn't be it. It must've been his hungover brain.
"After coffee. Did you two figure out the maker okay?" Chuck eyed the coffee maker on the counter as though it might sprout legs and run away.
"Oh yeah, I've got the same one at home. I can't go more than an hour without my morning coffee." Chuck smiled.
"Ah, a boy after my own heart." Chuck glanced between Castiel and Dean. "Well, maybe not mine." Chuck gave a knowing grin. "I didn't hear the two of you come in last night. Have fun out and about did you?"
"Oh yeah," Castiel jumped in, hoping that Dean wouldn't even answer. "Bess and her friends were a lot of fun."
"Good, good, and you, Dean?" Dean nodded as he grabbed five coffee mugs out of the cupboard.
"Yes, sir. I hadn't seen some of those guys in a long time so it was nice catching up." Chuck seemed satisfied and changed the subject. He began making eggs when Becky and Gabriel came down the stairs.
"Aw, boys, you didn't have to." She smiled, even at Dean, and then looked to Gabriel. "And why aren't you helping them?" Gabriel thought for a moment before smirking.
"Well, I'm already the favorite, so why not give Cassie a chance to take my title? Not that he will." Gabriel walked to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup as Chuck laughed. "Mom?" Gabriel held up the remaining empty cup.
"Yes, please." Gabriel poured the last of the coffee into her cup and slid it to her spot at the kitchen island. Becky took a sip and looked around. "So, Gabriel, before we leave for the wedding, I want you to clean up the kitchen since your father, Castiel, and Dean cooked breakfast." Gabriel's mouth dropped and then he stuck his tongue out at Castiel.
"Fine, but I think Cassie and I are going to take Dean to all our old hangouts." Castiel choked on the piece of toast he was eating.
"Oh, we are?" Castiel coughed out.
"Yup! Dean and I were actually talking about it last night." Dean had actually forgotten that, but now that Gabriel had mentioned it, it was somewhere in there. A vague conversation about seeing the city that his 'boyfriend' had grown up in. In reality, Dean didn't want to do that. Dean wanted to stay home and stay under the covers and not have to pretend for once. However, that wouldn't work.
"I'd love to. I mean, you talk about this place all the time, Cas. I'd love to see some of it." Castiel heard that nickname, but didn't comment. It made him think of last night and how intense his dream had been.
"You won't be late to the wedding, will you?" Becky worried her lip between her teeth.
"Mom, the wedding doesn't start until 6, we'll be fine." Gabriel rolled his eyes for dramatics.
"Okay, well, after we eat and Gabriel cleans up, we can do that." Castiel smiled and Dean smiled back, not sure what else to do.