Thank God For Sharpies Chapter 10: Confrontation, a supernatural fanfic

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Castiel woke up first once again, and Dean was still a cuddle whore. What was new? Well Castiel was laying on top of Dean, their bodies pressed solidly together all the way down to their feet, Castiel's chin hooked around the top of Dean's shoulder, facing down to the pillows, though he was high enough up that he could breath with out feeling stifled. Dean wasn't holding on to Castiel as tight as he was the night before, but his arms were still wrapped around him, and that was when he realized Dean had pulled him on top of him in his sleep.

That's actually pretty impressive.

It was impressive. How do you do that while sleeping? And more importantly, how was this comfortable to him? He had a full-grown body laying on top of him, working as a substitute for a blanket, though about 180 pounds heavier, and the sleeping man didn't seem to mind at all.

Castiel did though. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable to lay on top of somebody, but Dean's hips were digging into his own, and their ribs were pressed together hard enough to cause the bottom ones to hurt. So Castiel rolled off of him. And Dean didn't let go. He rolled with Castiel, keeping him close as they both rolled onto their sides.

Oh not this again.

No. Castiel was not doing this again. But Dean was holding on tightly now, warm palms pressed flat against Castiel's chilled skin, sending a jolt of warmth through his body and this wasn't the right fucking time to be having those kinds of thoughts. He tried rolling away again, but Dean was solid, and it left Castiel wondering how a person could hold on to something so tightly when unconscious. He shook his head. "You're a fucking ridiculous man."

He tried a few more times to break free, with no luck doing so, as he tried to think up a way to wake Dean, even though Castiel was enjoying the view. Dean was gorgeous when he was asleep, features relaxed and soft, lips barely parted as he chest rose and fell in slow breaths. He was like Sleeping Beauty.

Well there's an idea.

Without thinking it through much more than that, Castiel was leaning in, pressing his lips against Dean's parted ones, holding them there for a few extended moments before he began to pull away. And then there were a pair of lips pressing to his own in return, and Castiel couldn't help but respond, slowly moving his lips against Dean's in a lingering kiss. They broke apart.

"I wouldn't mind waking up to that every morning," Dean mumbled, voice low and groggy from sleep. Castiel smiled.

"You're cute."

"I'm not."

"Yeah you are," Castiel argued, leaning in to kiss Dean's nose, causing him to scrunch it up. "And you're also still cuddling me."

"You're point?"

"I have class."

Dean groaned. "No."

"Yeah, Dean. I need to, you know, get up and go home to change into clothes. You need to let me out."

"Not letting go."

Fucking seriously?

"Dean," Castiel pleaded, sending Dean a pout as he widened his eyes, looking at him with the most guilt-building look. Dean let go.

"You know, that's not fair," Dean commented, rolling onto his back as Castiel rolled away to the edge of the bed, sitting up and letting his body balance itself out before standing up. He padded across the room and out the door, giving Dean a great view of his ass, which he couldn't look away from as he left. God, Castiel was gorgeous.

Dean finally looked away from the door, and stretched out his limbs, tensing his leg muscles as his arms spread out across the bed, pulling away as far from Dean's body as they could. Dean let out a grunt of satisfaction, and relaxed once again, sitting up and sliding himself back to rest against the headboard. It was a few minutes before Castiel came back, cheekbones red, leading Dean to believe he had washed his face. He stopped at the edge of the foot of the bed, and turned to face Dean. He yawned, and sent him a sleepy smile, and Dean sent one back.

Castiel opened his arms, and Dean tucked his knees up, rocking forward to land on all fours as he crawled up to Castiel. He sat up on his knees, wrapping his arms around Castiel's neck as the other wrapped his around Dean's back, holding him as close as he could without either of them losing balance. Dean's cheek came to rest on Castiel's chest, and he pressed his lips there, leaving them for a few beats before breaking it. "Don't you have to get to class?" Dean mumbled, breath cascading over Castiel's skin, causing him to shiver.

"I don't want to leave."

Dean smiled. "You can borrow some of my clothes."

Castiel laughed. "All of your stuff is just to big."

"I'm sure I could find something to fit you."

Castiel considered that for a moment, before nodding, sliding one of his hands up Dean's back and head, fingers threading through his hair as he cupped his head. Dean relaxed under his touch, and Castiel smiled. "I'm sure you can. I'd like… I'd like to borrow something, if that's alright with you.

Dean laughed into Castiel's chest, sliding out of his grip as he pulled back. "Cas, I'm the one who offered in the first place. Of course it's alright with me." He pulled away even more, collapsing awkwardly down onto his back, drawing a laugh from Castiel. He smiled and rolled over, sitting up and launching himself onto his feet from the bed. "Alright, come on Cas. Let's go find you something."

He began to walk to the closet, but Castiel wasn't following. He stopped and turned to see what he was doing and oh that's a nice sight. Castiel had taken approximately 2 steps before he stopped, linking his fingers together, lifting both his arms above his head in a long stretch, pulling higher and higher every second, causing the loosely tied pyjamas bottoms to slide down on his hips bit by bit. Dean licked his lips, and before he could stop himself he was walking toward the other, dropping to his knees right in front of him, wrapping his arms around his hips and attaching his lips to the freshly exposed skin right above the elastic waistband of his boxers, straight down from his navel.

Castiel gasped and dropped his arms, and Dean began to suck, nip, and tease the area his lips were locked around. "Dean," Castiel whined after a while, head dropped down, eyes locked on what he could see of Dean's lips. It felt good, and he didn't really want Dean to stop, but he needed to, and Dean complied. He broke the seal his lips had formed, and he hugged Castiel close to him as he pressed his cheek to his belly, arms around his hips tightening. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that about?"

Dean pressed his cheek farther into Castiel, his nose nudging against his skin as his eyes drifted shut. "You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful."

Castiel flushed. "We went over this last night Dean."

"I couldn't help myself."

Yeah, neither could my exes.

Castiel stepped back, and Dean only followed a bit until he let go, arms sliding off of Castiel as he sat back. "I'm sorry," he said, sensing something was wrong. "I didn't mean to go so far."

Castiel shook his head, holding his hand out, which Dean took instantly. He helped pull him up from his knees, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "It's fine, Dean. Let's go find me some clothes, okay?"

. . .

It took a while, but Dean managed to find a white wife beater for Castiel to wear, but only under the promise of letting Castiel wear the leather jacket over it. He had his jeans from the past day, but it would be his third wear on them.

"I'll need to go home to get clothes, and I have History today, so I'll have reading to do," Castiel explained after he shot down Dean's offer to come over after classes. "But that's where I'll be if you need me," he finalized, walking out of the bathroom, changed into the fresh clothes, leather jacket draped over his arm.

"I can send James to pick you up, and have him take you home," Dean offered, though his mind was elsewhere, eyes attached to Castiel's body, which was nicely outlined in the shirt he was wearing. He snapped out of it and looked to Castiel's face as he finished speaking.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking myself home, thank you." Castiel's eyes hardened, but only for a moment, it was almost as if it'd never happened.

That's weird.

Dean squinted his eyes as he looked at Castiel, trying to gauge the sudden shift in mood, and why it was correlated to the mention of James. He got nothing from Castiel, so he stepped forward, bringing a hand up to cup his face and he leaned in to kiss him. Castiel relaxed almost immediately under his touch.

"You need to get to class," Dean remarked.

"I do."

"I don't want you to leave."

"I know."

Dean smiled softly at that and stepped back, grabbing Castiel's hand as he led him over to the main entrance, and out to the elevator. He pressed the down button, and waited for the elevator to make its way up to them. The stood in pleasant silence until the ding of the elevator broke it, and they stepped into it. Castiel was prepared to question why Dean was joining him, but thought better of it.

As the elevator began to move, Dean turned to Castiel, stepping closer to him. He brought a hand up to cup his cheek, long fingers dipping into his hair, index above his ear, the rest below, thumb stroking his cheekbone gently. He didn't do anything more. He just kept his gaze on Castiel's. He took note of when the elevator was nearing the lobby, and he leaned in, locking his lips with Castiel's until the ding sounded, and he stepped away without another word. He smiled and waved at Castiel as he walked out of the elevator, and continued to do so until the doors slid shut. Then his face fell, hard eyes taking over the previously happy ones. He smacked the button for the floor two below his own.

It was time he and James had a little chat.

Dean paced down the hall to James' room, and thumped on the door repeatedly. He paused as he heard locks on the other side clicking, and once the door was cracked open, he spent no time shoving himself in, knocking James out of the way.

"What the hell Dean!? It's like 9am, what's got you in such a mood?"

"You."

James quirked an eyebrow. "Me?"

Dean's eyes were still hard, the green in them appearing to grow darker as his lips pursed slightly. "Yeah. You. I want to know what you said, or did, to Castiel."

Of fucking course. That fucking kid. "What? I never said anything to him."

"Bullshit!" Dean moved forward in paced strides matching every word he said. "You almost fucked up what I've been building, James." He came to a stop. "What did you do?"

James rolled his eyes, a slight smirk on his lips. "Nothing. He's just a little, well, to put it nicely, a freak."

"Don't fucking say that about him."

"Why? I say it about all the others. All the little people you bring back home to fuck." Dean's face grew more pinched, and James' smirk widened. "You don't mind when I talk about them. You even join in. What's so different now?"

Dean clenched his jaw, hissing through gritted teeth. "Don't change the subject. What. Did. You. Say. To. Him?"

James shrugged lightly, and made a pass to return to the small sofa lined up to a TV cupboard, but Dean stopped him, shooting an arm out to grip James' t-shirt. "James…"

The driver rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault your little fuck toy can't take a joke."

Dean turned his head slightly towards James. "What did you say?" he asked once again, voice quiet, yet flooded with a mix of emotions and anger.

Another eye roll. "I just told him to keep a weary eye, and not give in too fast."

"What did you actually say." Dean turned full on to James, letting go of his arm. "Tell me."

The other man refused to catch his gaze. "Nothing he didn't need to know." Dean's jaw clenched once again, and he continued. "I told him about all of your little toys, and how he was no different than any of them."

If it were possible, Dean's expression grew darker, fingers balling into tight fists by his side, arms going rigid, eyes narrowing, jaw locked shut. "You know that's a lie."

"I know."

"Then why did you tell him that?"

James refused to answer. Though he was shorter than Dean by about an inch, he stood his ground, raising up to defend himself. It didn't do much. Dean lunched at him, grabbing the shoulders of his shirt, fisting them as he shoved James back against the wall, James' shoulder knocking into the doorframe. He hissed as he was slammed against the wall, pinned under the larger man's strength, but he never broke his facade. "What? Are you angry?"

If Dean didn't value his reputation, he'd have smothered James right there, but he really didn't need an assault charge on his records. He just pushed harder into James. "Why did you tell him?"

No answer.

"Why did you tell him?" he asked again?

Nothing.

"James!" Dean lifted his fists an inch off his shoulders before slamming the back down, causing James to hiss. "Fucking tell me!" Another slam. "Now!"

"How do you think I feel about all of this!?" James blurted out, eyes locking on Dean's still-hard ones.

"Why should it matter how you feel!? You're my chauffeur!"

"Did you ever think I wanted to be more than that!? Did you ever think I wanted to be in the same place as all of those fame-whores you brought to your hotel night after night!? Did it once cross your mind that for once, I wanted to be the one in the backseat, in your lap, on your lips… Did you!?"

Dean was frozen in place, though his eyes were moving like crazy, pointing down as he ran through every scenario, every time he could have missed James advances, his dropped hints, his n-

James had snapped Dean out of his thought, reaching up and grabbing his face, pulling it in, crashing their lips together. Dean's mind went black, his body went numb. This wasn't what he wanted. This isn't what he needed. This wasn't who he wanted. Needed.

It took him a few moments to gather his thoughts together once again, and recall where he was. He could feel the movement of James' lips against his own, and he couldn't stand it. He shoved hard on James' shoulders, backing up out of his grip as fast as he could. His eyes had grown wide in shock, lips parted in a similar fashion, fingers apart though locked in their slightly bent positions. He stared at James, whose eyes held a predatory glint in them, and Dean knew he had to leave. He shook his head from side to side, body still frozen until James began to move toward him, which unlocked his muscles and sent him running to the door, darting down the hall and to the elevator.

He turned around after smacking the button to go up, and let out a sigh of relief when he didn't see James. The doors beeped open behind him, and he tripped in without a second thought, scanning his card and hitting the button for the top floor repeatedly as fast as he could until the doors slid shut. The faster he got back to his room, the less of a chance there would be of James catching him.

When the doors slid open, Dean darted out, shoving his card into the scanner and throwing the door open in under 5 seconds. He slammed the door behind him and immediately went to find his phone, opening his messages.

Dean:

Castiel shut his phone off after the seventh buzz. He would deal with it later. In all honesty, it was probably just Dean bothering him about something, and he really didn't need the distraction he knew the other could provide right now. He had classes to focus on.

And he did focus. Without the constant thought of Dean potentially contacting him, Castiel was able to make it through his classes Dean-free. Not to say that was a good thing, as Castiel loved having Dean on his mind, but it was nice to have a clear mind.

He had been correct in his assumptions that morning, he did have reading in History, and before he could think twice about it, he was heading home, passing straight by Dean's hotel on the way.

He got back to his apartment in record time, the slightly sunny weather outside drawing people to the parks with their children and pets, and causing those who wore multiple layers and dark suits to take taxis to avoid sweating, leaving Castiel's route home relatively obstacle free.

Once inside, Castiel slid off Dean's jacket, draping it over his end table, dropping his keys down with a clatter right beside it. He moved straight to his bedroom and to his desk in the corner. He pulled his History book out of the massive collection he owned, and quickly got to work on reading. Who knows, if he finished early enough, he and Dean might have a chance to go out and enjoy the warmer weather before the forecasted storms rolled in the next day.

Speaking of Dean…

Castiel shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling around for his phone, which he caught in his left pocket. He pulled it out and switched it on, setting it on the desk to continue with his reading as it finished setting itself up for use.

Castiel was thoroughly involved in the explanation of the early years of christianity when his phone began buzzing, snapping him out of his moment. He tried to ignore it, but the continuous buzzing was more than enough of a distraction to keep him from doing so. He grabbed the phone and frowned.

Dean: 21 new messages

Castiel swiped his finger across the screen, opening the messages.

Dean:

Cas I need you 9:19a.m.
Please talk to me 9:19a.m.
Cas, babe, please 9:20a.m.
Respond to me please 9:21a.m
Cas 9:22a.m.
Cas 9:23a.m.
Cas 9:24a.m.
Cas 9:25a.m.
Cas 9:26a.m.
Cas, babe 9:27a.m.
Babe 9:28a.m.
Babe 9:29a.m.
Cas 9:30a.m.
Please 10:06a.m.
Cas… Babe 11:09a.m.
Cas 11:54a.m.
I need you 12:43p.m.
Cas, I know you have your phone 12:58p.m.
Please respond 1:09p.m.
I need you… please 1:11p.m.
please… 1:31p.m.

The last message had been sent about five minutes ago, and Castiel was concerned. What was Dean so worked up about? What was making him act this way? What was wrong?

His fingers flew over the screen as he typed out a message.

Cas:

Dean? What's wrong? What's going on? 1:37p.m.

The reply came almost instantly.

Dean:

Cas. 1:37p.m.
I need you 1:37p.m.

Better not be a sexual thing

Castiel shook his head and replied.

Cas:

Want to come over? 1:38p.m.

Dean:

Yes please 1:38p.m.

Cas:

I'll be waiting 1:39p.m.

Dean was over faster than Castiel thought possible, as exactly ten minutes later, there was a vigorous rapping on his door. Castiel sighed and slipped a piece of paper in his book. There was no way he was going to get any more reading done with Dean here. He sighed once more, and stood, making his way over to the door, opening it for Dean, mouth ready to release a greeting an-ohhhkay woah.

Dean had charged into the room as soon as Castiel had opened the door, his hands flying up to cup Castiel's face, pulling him into a desperate kiss. Once far enough inside, Dean kicked the door shut, and pulled Castiel around, pushing him up against it, his hips narrowly missing the door handle, but he couldn't even begin to care because Dean's lips were on his again and as strange as this was, and as much as as his mind was telling him to stop and get back to reading, he couldn't even begin to fathom stopping this.

Their lips moved together effortlessly in a way they both had become so familiar with over the past few days, Dean's tongue slipping out to brush against Castiel's lip on occasion, and finally, Castiel parted his lips, and their tongues slid together and wow Dean tasted good. Like mint, and coffee, and Dean. Castiel whimpered quietly, and Dean broke away and that was not what Castiel wanted, not at all. But he didn't try to force Dean back into a kiss, he just locked his eyes on Dean's, whose were locked solidly on his, his large hands holding Castiel's face securely.

"Dean…" Castiel whispered, causing Dean to lean in a peck his lips before returning to his original position. "Dean… What's going on? Please tell me."

Dean was quiet for a while, eyes roaming over Castiel's face, taking in every single little thing he could, from the way one of his eyebrows arched a little higher than the other, to the way his stubble perpetually seemed to be the same every day, every hour. How his pink lips flushed red when Dean kissed him long enough. After studying him for a good while, Dean locked his eyes back on Castiel's.

"James kissed me."

Woahhkay not okay.

"You let him?"

"No, he forced it."

That assbutt.

The hurt that had been building in Castiel's chest dissipated, anger at James filling the space instead. "He forced you?"

Dean shrugged weakly. "He did it without permission, if that's what you're asking."

"And?"

"And what, Cas?"

"Did you… like it?"

What the fuck kind of question is that, you idiot?

Dean snorted out a laugh. "Like it? Cas, babe, I didn't even want it. I never have. I shoved him away, ran back to my room, and tried to contact you."

Castiel felt a bit guilty. "I'm sorry about not being there. I had class, so I shut off my phone."

Dean shook his head. "Don't be sorry. I was… overreacting. I just wanted you, and I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until I had you. I needed the feeling of your lips on mine, not his. The feeling of your hands on me, not his. I needed you, not him."

Castiel smiled gently. "Well, you have me, Dean."

Dean smiled back, leaning in to kiss Castiel once again. "Well, then I'm not letting you go."

"Never do."

Alright, so who called it? James, man. James...

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OK so Twist and Shout was mentioned again so I fucking spent like, 6 hours listening to all of my oldies music on shuffle and every time Can't Help Falling In Love, Blue Hawaii, or Unchained Melody came on I just curled in a ball and sobbed until I vomited.

Ok the vomiting is a lie, but seriously. CURSE YOU, beautifully-rational! CURSE YOU!

Also I was rocking it up in the shower this morning. And by morning, I mean when I woke up. And by when I woke up, I mean 6pm... Anyway, I was rocking out, singing like a boss, and I somehow punched myself int he face!?

Yeah, felt so great. But, the show must go on, and I finished off like a boss SO BOW TO ME

Also it's 6:30am and I haven't slept... oops.

So, I'd like to thank all of you who have continually left reviews and comments on just about every chapter. You guys just warm the cockles of my heart. Yeah... I used that word on purpose... But really, you make me all happy inside!

Anyway, as always, let me know what you thought, and your opinions on this! I love to hear what you think!