Chapter 2
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How many times did Dean ask the same damn question this time in the morning?
"SAAAMMY WHERE'S MY SOCKS?!" Ever since the day that Dean almost died in Sam's arms Bobby and Crowley had taken them in. It was actually nice; a change of scenery was just what they needed. Bobby had always been more of a father to Dean than his own anyways…
So it wasn't like it was asking him to accept an entire new family.
Sammy poked his head around the doorframe, "There in your bottom drawer, Dean." Sam's voice drawled out.
"Ha, ha, very funny smart guy. I checked there and they're not in there."
"Well, for god's sake, don't look at me, Dean. You think I take your socks? I'm not a sock thief…" The brunet disappeared again around the other side of the wall and Dean wanted to kick something.
He was both exasperated at his brother and irritated that he couldn't find those white pieces of cloth that irked him so…
He really didn't need to waste time on this; he had to get to school…
"SAMMY-" Dean yowled with his head tilted back in exasperation.
"What is it this time, Dean?" That brown haired boy popped his head around the door jam again.
"You seen my jacket?"
"Haaaavvveee…you seen my jacket, Dean. Haaaaaave…" Sam responded, "Say it with me now…HAAAAAAVE…"
"Fuck you, and your grammatinatical crap."
"Grammatical." Sam pointed out.
"Again – fuck you." Dean grunted, "Now where is my blazer?"
"It's on the door Dean, you left it on the floor last night so I picked it up and put it somewhere useful." Sam disappeared again.
Dean shook his head…somewhere useful…puh. I'll show you somewhere useful.
He dually noted to kick Sammy in the ass when he got the chance.
1st
Getting to school was business as usual, well…once he found his socks.
He found the culprit too, that little black cat everyone had come to know as "boo" had been carrying it around in his mouth. Sam loved that cat, but Dean despised the hell out of it.
He preferred dogs…
Once Dean dropped Sam off he headed up to his first period class on the other side of the school. Dumping his book bag under his desk, the male slumped back and yawned. Five minutes till…
Whoopy.
When Samandriel Novak came in, settling down in his favorite spot next to Gabriel Novak Dean rolled his eyes.
Those two were inseparable these days. He couldn't figure it out. It used to be that brothers bickered non-stop.
The blonde that sat down in the desk next to him was Lucifer Fallenwings.
"Heyyyy look who's finally on time for once…how ya feelin' dean? Want me to shout you're favorite phrase…"
"You're going to do it anyways, as-" Although he so wanted to refer to the guy as a cleansing item that one might use in the rest room, he redirected when the teacher Anna came by, "-assss I have the unfortunately of listening…so why don't you just get it out of your system." It wasn't like he hated the guy though, they had their back and forth banter…and although the guy was an Asshole, he still got a kick out of half the shit he did to others. It was mostly a friendly back and forth.
"GOOOOD MORRRNIIING DEAN WINCHESTER – for your trip here to school you get a one way trip to hell…want to join me?"
Their teacher, Mrs. Middleton turned and gave them a dark look that just radiated with 'you need to watch yourselves'.
Dean couldn't help but laugh, even if he was about to get in dog shit. The bastard.
You gotta love him…but you gotta hate him.
"Very funny, Lucy. At least my knickname isn't feminine." Dean responded.
Lucifer's shit eating grin settled on his face, "Oooooo – I'm hurt man."
The bell rung and they shut the fuck up. Everybody knew that when Mrs. Middleton was up she didn't put up with much shit.
2nd
Second period was complete bullshit. The teacher Mr. Allen was as boring as the day was long. Dean's head was tilted back, brain practically melting in a pile out of his ears. Beside him Solandriel was half asleep. Solandriel had unusually colored gray-red eyes and black hair with a highlighted faux hawk. The coloration was red, and it went great with the look. Even Dean had to admit that, despite the fact that he didn't prefer the style. The guy was practically a chick magnet. Dean couldn't quite comprehend how he was with all the skulls and chains and shit. Still, the bastard was enjoyable for a Goth.
Not that he judged on that kind of shit.
"This is painful…" Hamon groaned from beside Dean. Hamon was like Dean in his style: He liked classic rock, had a flare for old muscle cars, and always enjoyed a good slice of pie. Still, in the way he handled himself, he was different than Dean. There were certain differences; however…for instance, the guy preferred cake to pie, and preferred the newer Hard Rock to Classic. He also had brown hair versus Dean's dirty blonde. Even so, Dean was a close companion with him and Sol.
"Painful?" Dean snorted, "It's agonizing."
"Dreadful is what it is…" Solandriel admixed, his face in his desk. "Why doesn't he just give us the assignment and stop droning on up there about what Abraham Lincoln could have done…" Sol lifted his head and rubbed his left eye. One of the most defining traits about him was that permanent scar on his right one.
Dean snickered, and although he had a great response in store – Mr. Allen was coming towards them with a red-faced expression. He must have noticed them talking. Shit.
3rd
Hamon, Sol, and Dean hauled ass down to their third period class together…mostly because Mr. Allen had chewed their little hides out after talking during his 'important lecture'. Hamon (in his weird ass manner of dealing with things) actually finger quoted this on the way down, making an insufferable impression of the 'intolerable' teacher, "This is so important…it could have been the opposition that was elected…oh and did I mention I'm such a king…call me King Charles Allen of SPNH…look at me children as I dance about in a royal fashion…strutting about and slapping a ruler-" He cleared his throat awkwardly and trailed off when he began getting odd glances from the teenagers gawking at the dissentient impersonation.
Samuel met them on the way down, not long after Hamon's blush had disappeared. When they all settled down in the class they realized that Castiel had switched into their class as well.
Samuel called Cas over to sit with them, and so the guy did. Dean kicked his legs back, "Sup, doc?" He'd been greeting him like that ever since he found out Cas worked at the hospital for COE.
Castiel looked up.
"I didn't mean it literally, Cas, sit down." Dean laughed.
"Sometimes, I do not get your humor, Dean." Castiel murmured quietly.
Dean leaned back and realized that this was the best class ever. It was just them…Sam, Cas, Dean, Sol, and Hamon…
Great.
Fricken.
Class.
Simply epic is what it was…
The teacher walked in and began speaking. Mr. K, as they liked to call him, was awesome as well – overall the class was his favorite. He always looked forward to 3rd and 8th period. Mostly because he had the most enjoyable people in his circle in them…
After the guy handed out their assignments, Dean got to work. After everyone finished rather quickly, they began talking. They started on one subject and ended up on a completely unrelated one, and that was just fine.
4th
"Oh man what a drag…" Hamon said from beside Dean as the clock struck 12:00. The high school wasn't allowed to dine until 12:30.
"So…hungry…" On the other side of him one kid said into his desk.
Outside he heard the noon bell, inside he heard his stomach cry out. He should be used to this by now, but Trig had a boring way of making people suffer internally. At least in other classes you had something entertaining to do while waiting for 12:30 to hit…
Here you had nothing but 10-20 step math problems and nowhere for your eyes to go but your desk as you struggled through the endless 6-page homework assignment.
Often their teacher would only give you one or two days to finish one.
Dean struggled with his problem.
The S wave shadow zone is caused by the outer core not transmitting S waves. It crosses an arc of 105 degrees on the Earth (see the diagram on the left). Estimate the radius of the outer core. The radius of the entire Earth is 6370 km.
What. The actual. Fuck.
Dean about pounded his head into the desk.
5th (lunch)
"FIIIINAAALLLY-" Hamon said, loading up on a multitude of items without worrying about the expense of his pocket. The guy didn't gain weight, and he ate all the time…
It annoyed the hell out of Dean.
Solandriel looked over at his brother Hamon and shook his head, "I have nothing to say."
"Neither do I." Sam piped up as they began squeezing condiments onto their trays.
"I have nothing to say, because today they didn't offer pie as a desert." Dean growled irascibly, looking through the desert bar. He'd fallen behind the rest sometime ago.
Lucifer and Gadreel gave them all a laugh.
"I told you they were fun to observe." Lucifer stated amusedly.
"Put a sock in it, Lucy." Sam huffed.
"Ok, Sammy." Lucifer's smile got wider.
"Nobody calls me Sammy, but Dean." The brunet puffed.
"Careful Sammy, huff and puff any more and you might knock him down." Dean's smile returned.
Samuel Winchester's face became purple.
"I don't know how you did it, Dean – but little bubbles are appearing on the corners of moose's mouth." Sol observed. His red and black faux hawk was shifting with the motion of the exasperated headshake.
Castiel just smiled quietly from behind them all. He'd been accepted into the group ever since he helped Dean and Sam. Actually, he was comfortable company despite how little he spoke during these encounters.
Eventually the bunch settled down, filling up the round table and forcing over a chair so that Gadreel could sit down.
(Sometime later…)
School was out, and thank fuck it was. Actually, Dean was excited for tonight. Castiel and him planned to spend the night together at Bobby's for a while. Mostly because Castiel's parents were out and it was a Friday…
Something about tonight was making his heart soar wildly, and his palms sweat. Even after he'd gotten home, he changed his outfit like…8 times. Isn't that a chick thing to do?
Never the less, when 8:00 pm hit, and that doorbell rung – Dean was so excited, he looked like a dog when someone rang the doorbell. Hyperventilating as much as someone with asthma does when they're going into cardiac arrest.
Sammy had promised to get Bobby and Crowley out of the house so that they didn't bombard Castiel like Dean was on a date or something. He wasn't on a date, right? This was just two guys…hanging out…doin' what they do…you know…
So why was he so excited?
He'd never been this excited when Sol or Hamon decided to pop buy in their SUV and chill. He opened the door with a jittery feel. "Hey Cas!" His voice had gone up two octaves so he quickly cleared his throat, "Sup?" He followed up, regaining some composure.
"Hello, Dean." Cas tilted his head, "You seem nervous."
"Nervous, naaahhh…what- what gave you that idea…" He stated the last portion quietly as Castiel made his way in.
"This is a nice place, Dean. Is this where you live?"
"It's where my uncle's live…" Dean closed the door as he continued, "I'm…er…just staying here for a while. Decided to get out of the house, ya know?"
"Well, I like it."
"Hey, this is the low rent neighborhood, remember?" Dean chuckled. Mostly cause you live on that awesome ritzy lane there downtown…you know, the place that's practically something out of 90210?!
Not that he watches that show.
He just knows the neighborhood.
"No, really. It's cozy. I like it." Castiel turned around, smiling broadly.
Dean blinked, and said nothing more.
Eventually they made it down to his room and began talking. They talked about nothing in particular, until they landed on the subject of music. Dean was sprawled out on his beanbag chair, and Castiel was settled with his back against the wall on Dean's bed.
Dean had turned on his favorite type of music after Castiel had noted that he hadn't heard any Classic Rock.
"You've left me in an incomprehensible state, Dean." Castiel tilted his head with his eyebrows punched together. "How is a woman 'cherry pie'...and for that manner, why is a grown man crying..."
Dean wanted to fall of the chair in laughter, "Oh Cas...you poor naive thing." The laugh in his throat was threatening to rip forth like a knife cutting butter.
Castiel looked over at him, completely and sincerely befuddled.
"How can you possibly have not heard this song, Cas?" Dean's lips curled down as he decided on switching the subject before the hysterical laugh, in his throat, flew like a bird unto the wind around them.
"I have not, has it just come out, Dean?"
Another bout of laughter threatened to join the other, Dean just slowed it down to a soft chuckle of amusement. He didn't want to make the other feel self conscious, "No, Cas." The male mused, "It's been out for 24 years."
"I was unable to listen to any music other than what Michael, my adopted father, told me to. He's a hard-core christian...fire, brimstone...you know, all that stuff."
"Please tell me you know what AC/DC is?"
"Is that an internet meme?"
"Oh dear god, Cas..." Dean face palmed, "Alright, it's time for a pop-culture check for you, mister. We're staying up late tonight and I'm taking you through everything - starting from the Beetles onward...get'cher coffee, bud, cause there's only about 70 years of great music you missed while you lived under that rock..."
"Lived under what rock, Dean?"
"The rock you lived under while you didn't listen to it…come on, dude." He laughed, slapping him on the knee.
~Superactural~
When Dean says he means for someone to get a culture check, he means that someone IS getting a culture check. Castiel didn't mind though, he enjoyed Dean's music. All the way through the AC/DC to the Poison, he smiled, enjoyed himself, and – every now and again – stopped – to chuckle with Dean. Of course, Dean cranked out the Budweiser…and Castiel submitted into taking some. As Cas began to feel the affects of the beer, he realized that here he was, the man of his dreams…sitting near him…teaching him about the things he likes…
Sometime later Castiel felt Dean shift up on the bed next to him. He must have fallen asleep because he was shook awake, "Cas…" Blue orbs opened to greet green ones.
"-er…huh?"
"You fell asleep after listening to Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here…" He sat down beside him.
"Mmm…" Castiel rubbed his eyes.
Dean cracked his neck, "I didn't want to wake you…at first…you know? You looked beat. Long day, huh?"
"Yeah." Castiel nodded, "And tons of Trig…"
Dean laughed, "I can relate…you know…it's been cool hangin' wit'cha, Cas." A yawn made those lips open up wide, "It's not often…huuheeahh…" He smacked his lips before continuing, "That I get to hang out with you…we should make a habit of it…"
Castiel had the split second image of his mouth on Dean's, before the male stretched out beside him. Dean's arms were settled behind his head, his eyes were pointed forward, and those strong legs were sprawled out in front of him. As Phil Collins In the Air Tonight joined the room with it's apt tune, Dean looked over at Castiel.
Castiel's gaze joined the others, and it was like a spark of friction broke forth. Neither of them knew what happened, and they wouldn't have been able to tell you how it happened. Maybe it was the music…maybe it was the atmosphere…maybe hormones…then again…it could have even been the empty beer bottles on the floor, that they'd both drank some of.
But whatever made them kiss, something did…
Castiel's dream unfolded before him, and it was delicious. Dean tasted better than even he dreamed of, and being able to shift his arms around those strong shoulders…for real…was even more of a fantasy come true.
Castiel was shifted back as Dean settled between his legs as they proceeded. Two months ago, when he met this devilish man, he never would have dreamed that this would have happened. He saw Dean as a straight guy, and even if he were bisexual, he never would have expected him to take a guy like him as his.
His.
Was he his though?
This could have easily been a case of hormones gone wrong…as it always is with teenagers.
Well…
Whatever this was, he wanted it. He wanted it badly…
Castiel's right hand settled itself in the hair on the back of Dean's neck, and he accommodated him as the male's hands began shoving back the button up shirt he somehow managed to open up.
But then the motion halted…and so the male pulled back as he looked down upon him.
For a split second Cas's fear spiked, worrying that this was where Dean was going to clear his throat awkwardly and say something along the lines of an apology.
But he didn't, and his stare shifted into reverence. Good god…as the male's hands trailed tenderly down Cas's bare chest…Castiel realized he wasn't shifting away, he wasn't telling him off, and he wasn't leaving the situation.
He was…
Worshiping him…
Worshiping his body…
Castiel wanted to cry, but he knew breaking down in the middle of something like this was a complete turn off. Dean stopped along the ridges of his six back and looked up, "Cas-" The male's voice was hoarse, dry, needing.
Dean was asking for permission…Castiel had never expected this…this…tenderness…but he wasn't about to stop. He wanted him. "Please…"
That was all the incentive Dean needed.
~Supernatural~
To say that Castiel was laid out naked, tired, sweaty, and gloriously satisfied would be an understatement. Tonight, things had gone from a friendly chat, to a sweaty session of heaven.
He was more than ok.
To hell with ok!
He was seraphic…
Dean's arm was around Castiel's shoulders while his chest was under Cas's head. The brunet couldn't be any more blissed out, arms around the other's torso. As blue orbs closed, a smile settled on his face.
This was where he wanted to be…
Right here.
In Dean's arms…
He just hoped things would stay this way…rather than go downhill.
~Supernatural~
The morning came like a dragon spreading its golden wings over the glass. It was like an angel was with him.
Ah, but there was…metaphorically of course.
Castiel was still laid out beside him from last night's rampage, and boy…was his sheets tattered.
It was wild last night, the glorious hormones overtaking the teenagers, as they are sometimes prone to do. Still, here they were, laid blissfully out in the morning's light while no sounds overtook them but the sound of their own breath.
Dean pulled his other arm around so that he could shift into Castiel. Chest to chest they lay quietly, Dean's mouth against the other's forehead…eyes closed.
He could lay in this moment forever.
Something had awoken in him last night, something primal…something raw. Something he never knew he had in him.
Maybe Sammy was right in the explanation that he covered a few days ago. Maybe…Dean…
…was Gay…
…or Bisexual at least…
He didn't quite think about it last night, but some attraction to Castiel he couldn't deny took over his brain. He was sent into a raging, loving…
Well anyways.
Castiel began to rouse, stretching and writhing in Dean's arms. Dean's hold was firm, clamping down onto Castiel as if he was his last remaining life source and was feeding from it.
Castiel grunted, and those aqua orbs opened to greet Dean.
Dean smiled, "Mornin' beautiful." He couldn't help it. Whether it was force of habit, or just his own style, he always said that to whom he slept with the night before. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that it felt wrong to say something, to Cas, that he'd said in so many one-night singles before. Those words had been hollow, a prompt to sit up so that he can make the next command of "get the fuck out" in nice terms.
Something told him these words weren't, that things had changed. He wanted, he hoped that they weren't hollow…
Castiel's blue eyes focused in on Dean like a cat's eyes adjusting to a new shade of light, "Good Morning Dean…" That low gruff voice was like music.
"You look amazing…" He said, noting inwardly that, he liked the way Cas's hair looks from his hands the night before.
"Yes…well, you don't look half bad yourself…" Cas shoved his head under Dean's chin. His arms shifted up over the expanse of the other's strong shoulders.
"You look better." Dean argued, closing his eyes as the cutesy (lover's quarrel style) banter continued.
"You always look better, Dean." As Cas said it, Dean noted for the first time he loved the way he said his name too.
"Nope." Dean said, a smile playing his lips. "You look so much, infinitely, better."
"N-" Dean lifted his index finger to Cas's lips, stopping him in his tracks.
"Shhhh…" Green orbs settled on the adorably good-looking face, "You're better-" Whispering the last part he took his finger away and cuddled closer to the male.
He didn't want any air to reach the expanse between their bodies.
This made Castiel harden, and Dean smiled. "Ready for more?" He teased. "Didn't you get enough last night, or do you just love my body that much?"
As he pulled his arms back and struck a sexual pose, Castiel rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. "I didn't realize I signed up for Magic Dean..."
"Is that supposed to be a reference to Magic Mike?" Dean snorted.
"Yes, and I'm surprised you – of all people – know this." Castiel's smile was contagious as far as Dean was concerned, even after the male crossed his arms self-indulgently.
"I don't know the movie per say…I've heard reviews on the Internet." Dean drawled lazily, running his finger over Cas's body while leaning his head on his own bicep.
"And I suppose those aren't Doctor Sexy DVD sets on your floor either." Castiel pointed out.
"They're Sammy's." Dean blushed red, not liking Cas's newly found teasing routine. Upon Castiel's prompting eyebrow raise, Dean flushed the color of Spiderman, "Alright, Alright Doctor Drew…yes, they're mine…and it's a guilty pleasure…oh, and no – I CAN stop whenever I want."
Castiel's soft laugh took him onto his back. Dean watched as the guy rubbed his face up and down before those hands of his landed wildly behind his head in a flop, "You're company is more than enjoyable, Dean." Amusement radiated in Cas's voice, making Dean embarrassed.
Dean's smile returned to his tomato colored face, "I can be more than if you want…just give the word, doctor." He made a dirty move as he grabbed something below.
Castiel yipped in surprise at first, but then let out a sound that was approval.
Dean smirked, "Is that my cue?"
The other looked at Dean, and he could tell there was confirmation in those big blue orbs.
A chuckle resonated into the morning's glory.
~Supernatural~
Dean rolled off Castiel once more, and pulled the covers over their bodies again. Gloriously sated (at least for now) Castiel cuddled up to his tantalizingly delicious lover. Well, at least as far as he knew…
Whatever was going on, he liked it. He'd fight to keep it this way if he could help it…whatever it may take.
The convivial feeling of this exquisite moment was almost too much for Castiel to not want to grapple in order to keep in his grasp. A yawn settled on that appealing face, and he nuzzled up to Dean with a rapturous sensation in his chest.
"You're almost to much for a guy to handle." Dean said. Castiel could tell he figured out the innuendo in that statement a little belatedly. A dilatory bout of laughter filled the youth's ears before Dean endeavored once more to make that sentence in a way that didn't sound completely disturbing, "You're almost to much for…er…"
When Dean failed miserably, Castiel laughed, "I get the point, Dean." The male shoved his head up under the other's chin once more. "Dean?"
"Mmm…" Came a tired sound from the blonde's throat.
"Does this mean we're together?"
"Nooooo – I just wanted a one night stand even after all the lovey-dovey crap I pulled this morning…" When Castiel didn't get the sarcasm, Dean inferred with a sigh, "OH Cas…I've got to train you to recognize Sarcasm." He muttered, "-of course this mean's we're together, Angel…"
"Angel?" Cas tilted his head.
"Yeah…Angel, I think I like it. That shall be your new knick-name for me. Angel…you can be my Angel Baby in a trench coat."
"I'm not sure If I like that very much, Dean." Castiel huffed, looking over towards the window.
"Well, you're mine now. Get used to it champ."
Cas's eyes widened like flying saucers, "Yours?"
"Mine."
That was the end of the chapter. Yes it was rushed - give me a break… I hadn't put this up in some time…so I decided to get it up while the gettin' was good.
Yes I planned to put them together sooner than most, no I will not have a high school (only) story, and yes the rumors are true, we will be having an entire life story.
Oh…and prepare yourself, because next chapter is when the REAL drama starts. (muahahaha…)