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Dean, Castiel, and Gabriel arrived back at the Novak's just after two o'clock. They walked inside, and walked into the kitchen, seeing Becky and Chuck making lunch.
"Oh, hello, boys." Becky smiled at them. Castiel wasn't sure if his mother was just pretending to be nice or had finally come around to Dean being a part of his life. Even if was just for the weekend. Castiel shook himself mentally. He HAD to keep reminding himself that this wasn't real. Dean wasn't really his boyfriend. Dean was going to leave and not talk to Castiel sometime in the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours.
"I grilled some chicken breasts if you'd like some." Chuck nodded towards the plate on the island of the kitchen.
"Don't eat too much, though. Jim and Joy would never let us live it down if you don't eat your food. Now, we'll need to leave for the church around five to get a good seat. Everybody in town is going to be there, so everybody needs to be ready to go by four forty-five. Is that clear?" Becky glared at the men in her kitchen, as if daring them to contradict her in anyway.
"Four forty-five sounds great." Dean smiled, using his charm. He was hoping that if Becky saw him and Castiel dressed up and dancing and having a good time at the wedding and reception, she would be happy for Castiel and accept his next partner, even if it wasn't Hannah.
"Good, now you all eat and then go get ready. I'll be in the shower." Becky walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Chuck soon followed her as the other three ate. Once Gabriel was done, he too went upstairs and left Castiel and Dean alone for nearly the first time all day. Castiel wasn't going to mention that. He wanted to say something to Dean.
"Dean?" Castiel offered. Dean turned his green eyes towards Castiel and Castiel was still trying to get used that look that Dean gave you when you held all of his attention. It was focused, but soft. Castiel cleared his throat. "I just wanted to say thank you for this weekend. I know that...we might not have a lot of...alone time from the wedding until we leave, and I may forget to tell you, but I just wanted to say thank you for putting up with my family and everything else."
"Cas, you...you don't have to thank me." Dean replied, still not taking his eyes off of Castiel. "I just..." Just what? Just am happy that you're happy? Am glad I could be of service? "am having a great time getting to know you and your family better." There. That seemed very middle of the road. Castiel gave Dean a warm smile and picked up his empty plate, placed it on top of his own and walked them over the sink. Castiel began washing them, and Dean watched him. Imagining Castiel doing that on a Saturday afternoon after a late breakfast because the two had been out late the night before. Dean stood up, walked over, and wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist. Castiel froze for a moment, before relaxing and leaning back into Dean's chest while he finished cleaning the dishes. Dean had an impulse, and he thought about fighting it, but what the hell? He wasn't going to be seeing this guy much longer anyway.
Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to Castiel's neck. Castiel gave a small gasp in surprise. What the hell was Dean doing? Did he think that somebody was watching them? Dean continued moving his lips around Castiel's neck, and Castiel didn't make him stop. He even tilted his head so that Dean had better access. Dean gently drug his teeth along Castiel's pulse point, drawing a sigh from Castiel.
"Dean," Castiel whispered. "If you don't stop, we won't have time to get ready for the wedding." Castiel didn't care if whoever was watching them heard that or not. He really didn't want Dean to stop, but they really had to get ready for the wedding.
"We've got plenty of time, Cas." Dean whispered in Castiel's ear before biting his earlobe, making Castiel shudder.
"D...Dean, really." But Castiel's protests fell on deaf ears. Dean moved his hands to Castiel's hips and pulled him back just slightly so that there was no more room between them.
"Want to go upstairs?" Castiel didn't know why, but he nodded. Dean led them upstairs and into Castiel's room. Dean hadn't expected this. He had thought that Castiel would push him away completely and that would be the end of it. He would have his answer and he could get through the rest of the weekend professionally. That, evidently, was not going to be the case.
Once the two of them were in Castiel's room, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean and pulled him into a kiss. This kiss started as the one by the lake: soft, and sweet, and gentle. However, it quickly turned into something more. Dean had his hands on Castiel's hips and pulled him closer again. Castiel began to back up until his legs hit his bed and he fell down, bringing Dean with him. Neither of them broke the kiss, and Castiel slid one of his hands into Dean's hair. Dean kissed the side of Castiel's mouth before kissing his jaw and down to his neck once again.
"Damn it, Cas." Dean whispered against Castiel's skin. Castiel wasn't sure if he'd done something wrong, or it was just another one of those things about Dean. Right now, he didn't really care which one it was as long as Dean's lips were on him in some way. Castiel began to gently guide Dean's head back up to his when a knock came to the door.
"Son of a bitch." Dean huffed before rolling off of Castiel and sitting on the edge of the bed. Castiel sat up quickly and cleared his throat.
"Come in!" Castiel hollered in a voice he hoped didn't sound too rough. The door opened and Gabriel walked inside, his hair wet. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts.
"I just got out of the shower if anybody needs to take one." Gabriel looked between the two of them and smirked. "Sorry, it appears that I've interrupted something." Castiel opened his mouth to argue, but Dean beat him to it.
"Yeah, you're such a cockblock." Castiel felt himself turn bright red at that comment, but it appeared to appease Gabriel because he held up his hands.
"Sorry, my bad. I'll...be going." Gabriel then quickly retreated from the room, shutting the door with a loud 'bang'. Castiel looked over at Dean.
"You really shouldn't have said that." Dean knitted his eyebrows together at Castiel.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Gabriel's got a big mouth. He's going to tell my parents what you said." Dean waved a hand at Castiel, as though he was being ridiculous.
"No, he won't, and if he does, who cares? We're supposed to be boyfriends, remember? Boyfriends do that kind of stuff." Castiel glared for a moment before replying.
"Yes, REAL boyfriends do that kind of stuff." Dean stared at Castiel, hard. That had hurt. He didn't know why, but it did. Why had the word real hurt him so much? Damn it, it was because he was starting to catch feelings. It was because he was starting to think that maybe, down in the kitchen, Castiel had actually liked him and now he knew the truth. This wasn't going to go anywhere. Dean was just fooling himself.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. And we're not REAL boyfriends, are we? If we were, things would be a hell of a lot different. Like you might actually know something about me." Dean spat. Castiel seemed taken aback. What the hell was that about? Was Dean really trying to make him feel guilty about that?
"Well who knows. You've got so many walls up, nobody knows who you really are. Do you actually have a brother that goes to Stanford law? Do you really have an Uncle Bobby? I mean, Dean, you can't even tell people what you actually do for a living." That was it. He could take abuse about himself all day. Hell, he told himself stupid shit like that on a daily basis, but coming after his family? After Sammy, and Bobby, and Ellen, and Jo? Fuck that. Dean wasn't going to let that slide. He should say something about that. About why he had so many walls up and why felt the need to lie all the time, but instead, Dean was going to run away.
"Fuck you, man." Dean grabbed a change of clothes and stormed out of the room, leaving Castiel to think about the harsh words he had said.
"Fuck." Castiel whispered to himself when he heard the water turn on in the bathroom. 'Great job, Castiel. He really hates you now. He was actually acting like he wanted you. Maybe you two could've talked about being together after getting back to Chicago, but no. You screwed that up.' Castiel ran his fingers through his hair and groaned. What the hell was he going to do now?
Dean turned the water on in the shower and waited for it to heat up. The thought about Castiel and how pissed he was. Where the hell did the guy get off about telling him what about his life was true and what wasn't? He was one that had hired Dean to lie to his whole fucking family for a weekend. And DEAN was the one with the trust and lying issues? He who lives in glass houses and all that bullshit. Yes, Dean has walls up. Everybody has walls up. Nobody exposes themselves wholly after knowing a person for two whole days! Who the hell did Castiel think he was?
Back in his room, Castiel's phone was ringing in his pocket. He looked at the caller ID again, and saw that it was Charlie. He sighed and answered it.
"Hello, Charlie."
"'Hello'?! You tell me that you're going to call me back today, it's nearly three there, I know the wedding starts at six, and all I get is a hello?!" Castiel scrubbed his hand down his face.
"Sorry, how are you? How's Comic Con?"
"Oh fine. Dorothy and I were first in line for Hall H today! We waited here for...how long, babe?" Castiel heard Dorothy say something, but couldn't quite hear her. "A long time. I don't need to bore you with this. YOU need to tell ME what's going on with your stud."
"My stud?"
"Yeah! Have you guys kissed at all? Is he nice? Is he attractive?" Castiel heard Dorothy again, but this time Charlie laughed. "Of course I wouldn't be attracted TO him, but that doesn't mean that Castiel isn't, or that I can't find him good looking. Anyway, can you answer any of those?"
"He...he is very attractive, and he's been nice for the most part. He has put up with my mother comparing him to Hannah, so that's good."
"Thumbs down from Mom, but how's your dad handling it? And your brothers? I mean, I know it's fake, but having their support through your fake coming out might help strengthen your relationships later on."
"Gabriel and my father don't care. Michael I only saw last night and he, of course, didn't approve. The only real issue I think my mother has is that he's not Hannah, but I think she's starting to come around to it."
"That's good. This seems like it's working out."
"Charlie, I think I'm really attracted to him. Is that bad?" Charlie began to laugh.
"Honey, you're asking your gay best friend if it's okay that you're gay. Yes, yes, Castiel, it is okay to be gay."
"That's not the part that I'm worried about. It's his...occupation that worries me."
"Oh. Well, maybe talk to him and see how that goes. Maybe...maybe he likes you back. Maybe he thinks you're dreamy. Maybe...something must've happened because a woman in the crowd screamed something. "Oh shit! Here they come! Castiel, I gotta go, but just go for it. Tonight either at the reception or after, just tell him how you feel! Love you! Enjoy yourself!" Castiel heard Dorothy again.
"Bye, Castiel!"
"Bye, love you guys." Castiel didn't get a response to that besides the beeping showing the call had been ended. Castiel laid back in his bed and then heard another knock at his door. He sat up and saw his mother walk in.
"Castiel! What are you doing? You haven't gotten in the shower yet?"
"Well, no. Dean is in there now and…"
"Well go use the one in the basement!"
"I already took a shower…"
"Go! Now! I will not be late!"
"Mom…" Becky began clapping so that Castiel stood up. "Okay, okay!" Castiel quickly grabbed his suit and brought it down to the bathroom. He sighed and started the shower once again.