Sorry about the lateness guys! was acting up!
So I wanna a say before you read this chapter that it's a little broken up, and I'm sorry the transitions aren't all that smooth :( I'm not the best of writers. I try though!
Thanks for reading!
Chapter Five
It was Thursday evening in the Winchester house, and Castiel and Dean had spent almost every day after school together.
Castiel was starting to bring Dean out of his darkness. No one had been able to do that at all since the accident, not even Sammy.
Dean realized in the past few days what a friend really was, and he loved it.
Except, not in the way he was friends with Sam. No, this was a different feeling, but Dean couldn't place it yet.
Cas, though, never had a true friend, so all of it was new to him.
Though he shared the feeling.
Dean had pretty much managed to avoid Ash for the most part, but he knew Ash was right when he told him it was social suicide, what he was doing. Truth be told, though?
Dean didn't care.
Now that he had a real friend, he didn't mind giving it all up for Cas. Dean knew there was something special about Cas, and he was determined to figure out what this feeling he had was.
"DEAN, focus, please."
Castiel was tutoring Dean, which Mary insisted upon.
"CAAASSS, I don't WANNA solve for X. He needs to learn how to solve his own problems."
Castiel kept a serious face, not giving any satisfaction to Dean.
Dean, realizing Cas wasn't going to cut him any slack anytime soon, pretended to be in focus.
"You're not gonna be able to coast by on your dashing good looks anymore, Dean."
Castiel said, winking playfully.
Being around Dean so often lately has made Cas loosen up a little, and not be so proper all of the time. He'd even made a few jokes. Not great one's, but it was a start.
Dean chuckled, satisfied Castiel was acting like a normal teenager for once.
"Hey, you're not doing so bad yourself, kiddo. Girls must be all over you wherever you move, right?"
Dean said, his eyebrow twitching up, causing Castiel's stomach to do a little flip.
'This may come as a shock to you, desperado, but I'm quite the 'freak' in highschool."
Dean mockingly gasped, pretending to be shocked.
"I've never even kissed anyone…"
Castiel added quietly, embarrassed about his confession.
"What? You've never experienced the joys of sexual intercourse?"
Dean acted like it was the end of the world. Dean had his fair share of girls. Even took a few virginities, knowing it destroyed the lucky girl's well-being. Not that he really cared.
Castiel didn't laugh with him.
"I know, I'm a loser. I just want my first kiss to be special. To someone I genuinely care about. Same goes for my virginity."
Dean's surprised expression morphed into admiration. He wished he had the strength to do something like that.
Neither of them spoke for a moment, letting silence fill the space between them, indicating the end of their conversation.
"I think the rest of my family is really going to like you Cas. When they come over this weekend, you should-"
Castiel gasped quietly, making Dean stop. He looked up at Dean as horror filled his big blue eyes.
"What… did you just say?"
"Um, the family, they're coming over this weekend for a barbeque… to meet you. You didn't know?"
Dean asked confused, as Castiel quickly shook his head in response.
"What dude, it's not that big of a deal. They're just people. Afraid they won't like you?"
Dean mocked, poking at Castiel's shoulder, though his expression didn't change, answering Dean's question.
"BRO, don't be stupid. They're gonna freaking LOVE you!"
Castiel twiddled his thumbs, pausing before responding.
"I do not usually do well with families."
He said, his "proper voice" coming back. Dean noticed he did that whenever they where talking about something really serious.
"Cas," Dean began, placing a hand on Castiel's right shoulder. "just be yourself, that's who I like."
Castiel smiled up at Dean, happy he had someone to comfort him.
~.~.~.~
"Dean…?"
A soft voice filled the silence of Dean's room as the door creaked open.
"Dean, are you up?"
Dean stirred, awakened by a frightened voice. Shortly after a loud bang of thunder erupted from outside the window.
Dean heard a shriek, followed by the fast pounding of footsteps. Before Dean could asses the situation, he felt a weight falling on him. He took a moment to realize someone had just jumped in bed with him.
"…Cas? Is that you?"
Dean asked confused. Before he could answer another roll of thunder shook the house, and suddenly the intruder was burying his head into Dean's shoulder, obviously terrified of the thunder.
Although the situation was a bit odd, Dean couldn't help but laugh.
"Cas, are you scared of thunder?"
Castiel looked up at Dean, his blue eyes boring into Dean's emerald ones with fear.
"Hey, hey, shh, it's okay buddy, I gotcha."
Dean comforted Castiel, cradling his head, brows furrowed.
They sat in silence for a few moments, until Castiel lifted his head to look into Dean's gorgeous green eyes.
"I find you very attractive, Dean and I can't seem to stop thinking about you."
Dean couldn't help but smile at how cute Castiel was at that moment. Wearing a worn t-shirt and boxers, his hair sticking up in all different directions like he just ran his hands through it.
"Is that right?"
Dean asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow at Castiel. He lowered his voice, making shivers run down Castiel's spine whenever he spoke. His eyes glassed over, taking the moment to a whole new level.
"You're not the only one, Castiel."
At that moment, Dean never felt so alive inside. His brain was screaming so many different things at him. He seized the moment, leaning in slowly.
His lips met Castiel's with a spark. They were in this perfect moment of silent lucidity, just the two of them. Nothing could bother them, nothing could make them any less happy then they were at that moment.
Dean gasped, sitting up in bed, panting heavily. He looked down to find the space next to him empty, and the light coming through his blinds to be sunlight, not lightening.
He'd only been dreaming.
Disappointment flooded him at that thought. He laid back down on his pillow, remembering the vivid dream, with the uncomfortable feeling of longing beginning to tug at his stomach painfully.
He threw back the covers, exposing his boxers. He made his way sleepily to the bathroom, thinking of the hot shower he would take to clear his mind.
He opened the door quickly, feeling a thick wall of humid heat hit him like a ton of bricks.
"SHIT."
Castiel muttered, throwing the towel over himself. Dean chuckled.
"WHOA, sorry dude, didn't know anyone was in here. Don't worry, I didn't see anything."
Dean winked at Castiel, making butterflies alight in his stomach.
"No problem, I'll be out of your way."
Castiel said with a nod, pushing past Dean to his room.
Dude needs to lighten up.
Dean thought to himself.
~.~.~.~
The sound of the doorbell filled the Winchester home. Castiel growned.
"Be a man! It's just a few adults."
Dean tried.
"Bobby, how are ya? Not layin off the pie I see?"
They heard John joke from the other room.
"That's Bobby, long time family friend, works with dad at the garage. His wife passed away before Sam and I were born. Murdered. Some jackass stole her purse then stabbed her in an alleyway."
Castiel gasped.
"That's awful!"
Dean nodded, not one for talking about death.
"Well, better go in there and introduce yourself."
Castiel shot Dean a pleading glance, before Dean grabbed him and practically dragged him into the other room.
"Bobby, meet Castiel Novack."
Bobby's eyebrows raised.
"Castiel? As in the guardian angel Cassiel?"
Castiel's eyes lit up.
"You know about angel lore?"
Bobby chuckled at his surprised face.
"Son, I know everything from angel lore to wendigo lore."
Dean gave Castiel a look, as if to say,
See? Told you It wouldn't be that bad.
~.~.~.~
After all the introductions had been made to different members of the family along with friends, Dean and Castiel sat out on the porch.
"Your family is very kind. I'm lucky to be apart of it."
Dean smiled, heart sinking at the word family. The fact they were family restricted them from being anything more than that; family.
Castiel looked over at Dean, cocking his head.
"Dean, you look troubled."
Dean's expression didn't change.
"I'm always troubled."
He looked up at Castiel's worried expression.
"Hey, there's a diner up the road a ways, walking distance. Feeling up for a little pie?"
"I've never tried pie."
Dean looked as though he'd just seen a ghost. How could someone not have tried the great invention that is pie? This was absurd.
Dean's expression went from surprised to determined. He grabbed Castiel's wrist, yanking off the front porch.
"Let's go." Dean growled.
~.~.~.~
Dean stared at Castiel as he took his very first bite of pie, wanting to see the priceless expression on his face when he bit into the gooey goodness.
Castiel couldn't understand why Dean had made such a fuss about it… until his lips closed on the fork.
His eyes widened greatly, taking in taste of the cinnamon and apple on his tongue.
Dean smiled pridefully, knowing he just introduced someone new into the glorious world of pie.
Dean took a bite of his own pie he ordered with extra whipped cream.
He moaned as he chewed the pie with his mouth closed, making Castiel stop his chewing to look up at Dean.
There was a bit of whipped cream in the corner of Dean's mouth, and Castiel had to fight the urge to lean forward and clean it off with the swipe of his tongue.
Dean opened his eyes to find Castiel staring at him nervously. Dean gave him a look, making Castiel break his stare and start to fidget with his fork.
"Umm…"
Castiel said, pointing to the corner of his mouth. Dean grabbed his napkin and cleaned it off slowly, knowing that Castiel wasn't just looking cause he had a little something on his face.
Dean knew in that moment that whatever that mysterious feeling he had for Castiel was mutual.
Something had to be done.