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Chapter Six

After Dean and Castiel got pie that Saturday, Dean had been extra friendly with him.

He'd been trying to get Castiel to show him any other signs of more than just friendly feelings. Castiel noticed the difference in Dean.

Friday had come back around, and the week had been spent studying, goofing around, and stealing longing glances at each other.

"Why've you been acting so weird?"

Castiel asked out of the blue, catching Dean off guard. Dean's mind started to scramble, trying to come up with an excuse.

"I just can't stop swimming in your deep blue eyes, Mr. Novack."

Dean leaned in, wiggling his eyebrows.

Castiel knew Dean was just joking around, but his cheeks started to turn rosy anyway. After all, the truth is spoken in just.

And that definitely was the truth.

Both of them jumped, hearing the loud chime of the grandfather clock downstairs, passed down from Mary's father, Samuel, when he passed away.

Dean looked up, and Castiel saw an estranged look in his emerald eyes, worry starting to grow in his blue one's.

"You know what that chime means? Midnight. That also means mom and dad are asleep."

Dean's lips curled into a vicious smile. Castiel approached the subject with caution.

"Dean… what incredibly ridiculous thing are you planning…?"

Castiel's heart started to beat a lot faster, fear and excitement heating up in his chest.

Dean couldn't hold the excitement in any longer, and a big toothy grin broke across his face.

"C'mon."

Dean said standing, putting a hand on the small of Castiel's back, ushering him out of the door.

~.~.~.~

"Dean, do not tell me you're about to do what I think you're about to do."

Castiel said quickly and quietly, using his "proper voice".

Dean waved a set of keys in Castiel's face.

"Not me, WE."

Castiel started with the murmuring of No'sand This isn't right's, but Dean ignored his pleas, before coming to a dead halt in front of the long, black, beautiful body betrothed in front of them.

Castiel stopped his muttering to look at Dean. His heart filled with another wave of warmth as he looked at Dean stare it the 67' Chevy Impala, breathless.

Castiel knew that someday, that bountiful beast would be his, and he would drive away from the small town of Lawrence, Kansas.

The warmth in Castiel's heart turned to ice with the thought of Dean leaving. He finally had a friend. A best friend at that. Someone to laugh with, someone who won't judge him, someone he could trust. He didn't want to loose that new-found feeling.

He was ripped from his thoughts as Dean threw him into the passenger side of the car, the smell of Jack Daniel's wafting as they pushed the air around when they slid onto the leather seats.

"Dean, I really don't-"

Castiel tried again, only to be cut off.

"WILL YOU SHUT UP ALREADY, PUSSY, WE'RE GOING!"

Dean shouted, startling Castiel. Even if Dean was kidding, it worked. He did as he was told, and let Dean do as he pleased.

Dean slid the key into the ignition, and gave it a tug, hearing the roar of the engine, not thinking ahead of time about the noise waking up his parents.

But it was too late now. He'd already gotten a taste, and was hungry for more.

He threw the car into reverse, and slowly backed out of the driveway.

"Where do you plan on going?"

Castiel asked with a smile, getting on Dean's good side. If they were going to get in trouble, he might as well have fun with it.

"Local make-out spot."

Dean said, not thinking. Castiel stiffened, hearing the last couple words.

"Oh, uhh… no, not cause of that, it's, on a cliff, it has a good view, that's all."

Dean said, keeping his eyes on the road. If you're going to be stupid, you might as well be smart about it. He isn't dumb enough to wreck his dad's precious baby. After all, it would be his one day, so he valued it just as much.

Castiel nodded, looking out of the window to his right.

After riding for about 10 minutes, the quiet tones of various 70's and 80's artist coming out of the speakers filling the silence.

Castiel was lost in his thoughts when he felt the car stop, and the engine click off.

"TA DA!"

Dean said, waving his arms at the sight in front of him.

Castiel's breath was taken away.

"It's beautiful Dean, thank you for bringing me here."

Dean looked over at Castiel to tell him something else, but before he could open his mouth, he caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were widened a little more than usual, because of the adrenaline rushing through his veins. They were sparkling in the light of the city below, and they were absolutely stunning.

Dean couldn't break his stare, even when Castiel stared back. Dean wasn't aware that he had been slowly sliding down the leather seat until his pinky touched Castiel's.

His breath was cut short, looking down, intertwining the two fingers.

Castiel looked at Dean, who was wearing the cutest expression. For a second, he realized he was leaning in, but caught himself before Dean noticed.

Dean cleared his throat, leaning back, unlinking their pinkies.

"Dean, you don't have to hide it anymore. Embrace what you're feeling. Don't be nervous, just go with your gut."

Dean looked away, not wanting any eye contact. He almost started talking to Castiel about it, but he caught himself.

"Sorry dude, no chick-flick moments."

Castiel sighed in defeat. Dean always got what he wanted.

"Eh?"

Dean was waving a flask in Castiel's face, smiling suggestively.

Castiel hesitated but, you know what? What the hell. If he was going to face the wrath of John, he might as well have a bit of liquid courage.

He took a long swig of whatever was in the little stainless steal container. Rum? Vodka? Doesn't matter. He didn't care.

He felt the burn of the liquid down his throat, and it felt great.

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"Sh-h-h."

Dean tried to shush Castiel, laughing at the same time. Castiel wasn't even making noise. It was just Dean's drunken stupor.

Somehow Dean managed to sober up for the drive home, parking the Impala exactly where it was when the stepped foot in it, leaving it spotless.

Castiel helped Dean upstairs to his room. Castiel was not nearly as drunk as Dean was. He had some kind of holy alcohol tolerance.

Castiel helped Dean to his bed, and watched him as he attempted to take of his shoes, failing miserably. Castiel smiled, kneeling beside Dean's bed to help him.

Dean moaned in thanks and laid down on the bed, letting Castiel take care of him.

After getting off his shoes, socks, jacket, and belt, Castiel moved towards the door.

"CASSY, my jeeeeeaans?"

Dean moaned out with his eyes closed.

Castiel had considered doing that before getting up, but deciding against it, thinking he would be coming on too strong. Dean's plea seemed innocent enough, though.

He walked back over with his shoulders slumped, beginning to quickly undo the zipper, as to avoid Dean thinking that Castiel was lingering.

Even though Castiel wanted to so badly.

He stripped him of his jeans, and turned to leave, when he was suddenly jerked onto the bed.

"Thanks you Cassy. You're nice."

Dean said in a sleepy voice, cuddling up into Castiel's chest.

Castiel was caught by surprise, but as he realized that this position they were in was the sweetest thing he'd ever experienced, his heart started pounding, and he hoped Dean wouldn't notice. A smile tugged at Castiel's lips, and he closed his eyes.

Castiel placed his arm on his shoulder, and soon enough Dean slipped into a deep sleep.

Castiel debated on moving, going back to his own room to avoid waking up in bed with Dean, only to remember all they did was cuddle while Dean was drunk, but realized that would be incredibly stupid. He might as well enjoy this moment why it lasted.

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After an awkward wake-up call, which Castiel had anticipated, but didn't really care about, they both dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

They both had a pep in their step, proud of themselves for getting away with their indigenous act the night before.

Sam, Mary and John had already taken their seats, and started eating their wonderfully prepared meals.

"Good morning boys!"

Mary gleamed at the two of them.

Dean winced at the light seeping in through the windows, traces of a hangover starting to show. But luckily, he was able to hide it well.

"I'll just go get your plates!"

Mary rose from her seat, as did Sam, finishing his breakfast.

"Have to study, thanks mom!"

He called to her in the kitchen.

As Dean and Castiel sat down, John leaned in and started to whisper.

"You boys have fun last night?"

He said, knowingly, coming on strong with the whole I have power over you attitude.

Both of the teenagers went pale.

"Dad, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, please don't blame Cas, we-"

John held a finger to his mouth, motioning for him to hush.

"Look, I'm wiling to let it slide, as long as you don't tell your mother. I know you guys just want a little thrill every once in a while, but next time, leave baby out of it. And the drinking too. Am I crystal clear?"

Dean and Castiel shook their heads vigorously, just as Mary walked in. She glanced at the three of them before handing over their plates.

"What's up with you three? You could cut the tension with a knife."

John jumped in the rescue the fidgeting teenagers.

"Just giving them a little talkin to."

John winked at Dean and Castiel's forced smiles, while Mary, still skeptic, studyed their expressions.

They ate their breakfast's quickly, eager to get away from the awkward situation.

They raced upstairs, and as soon as they shut the door, they started rejoicing. High-fiving each other to their success.

"You think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's because we're so awesome."

Dean said excitedly.

They finished praising each other on their achievement, before settling down and looking into each other's eyes, knowing all too well what else went on last night.

Dean wanted to have that conversation again, except, he wanted a little bit of a different ending this time.

He would get his chance though, he knew he would.

And he knew it would be soon.