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Castiel:
I walked side by side with Dean allowing him to direct me to his house. It was quiet on the way and I couldn't think of anything to say.
"It's only two more blocks," Dean said.
I nodded. "Do you have any siblings?" I said, trying to break the ice.
"Yeah. A younger brother, his name is Sam. You?
"No. I'm an only child."
"Cool," Dean said, nodding his head.
"How about your parents?" I asked.
"Parent," he said, correcting me. "My mom's name is Mary and my dad died when I was 12 years old."
"Sorry," I said, looking at him.
"It's alright," he said. "What about you?"
"I don't have a mom and my dad is always traveling so he doesn't have time for me. I haven't since him in ages. I stay in my cousin's house."
"Oh."
When we arrived at his house, I gingerly stepped inside; the last thing I wanted was to break something.
"Do you want anything to eat? We could order pizza if you want," Dean said, closing the front door.
"No, I'm good. If you're hungry we could-"
"No, I'm alright," he said, looking down.
"Okay."
There was a moment of silence before Dean spoke up. "Uh, my room is on the right."
I nodded and began walking down the hallway.
"No! I mean my room is on the right upstairs," Dean said quietly, pointing to the staircase.
My cheeks grew red as I nodded at him and ran up the stairs. God I'm embarrassing myself.
Dean followed behind me. I stepped aside so that he could open the door.
"It's uh, it's a nice room," I said, looking around at the array of posters and clothes scattered across the room.
Dean let out a gasp and mumbled an apology. He ran to pick up his clothes off the ground. He cleared up half the stiff on the bed and patted it motioning me to sit down. I smiled at him and took the seat. Dean sat in a chair next to his computer and turned it on.
"My room isn't always this messy," Dean quickly said.
I knew that he was lying and it was the cutest thing ever. "It's alright. I'm not always so neat myself."
Dean stared at me as if he was trying to read me and then looked away to reach into his backpack. I did the same.
"What's your favorite color?" Dean asked so quietly that I almost missed it.
"Green," I said.
"Mine's red," he said, a little bit more loudly. He got up to the back of his room. "Which color poster board should we use then?" He held up four different boards.
"I guess we should use the white one so that we could draw on it and stuff."
Dean nodded and placed the other poster boards back in place. He came back to his chair and set up the poster. I watched in amazement as he began to sketch out the design that we had chosen. He just made everything seem so easy and I wasn't sure if that was a flaw or not. Then again, I was unsure about everything when it came to Dean. Thinking about him made me go stupid. My eyes focused on his face and I could feel myself reaching forward to touch him involuntarily. I came out of my fantasy when Dean looked at me and held up a box of color pencils.
I knew I was going to regret this, but I went for it anyway. I pressed my lips onto his and stayed there, not quite sure what I was doing. His lips were so soft yet so untouched. My lips parted slightly and I waited for Dean to react. And when he did, I pushed him closer. Dean let out a moan as my tongue enters his mouth. Dean followed my lead and soon, the kisses became more desperate. My hand traveled down to cup his waist. Dean gripped my shirt and let out another groan. The space in my pants grew noticeably tighter and I was sure Dean felt it too since we were so close. I wanted so badly to go on, but I pulled myself away from him. We stared at each other in silence, but the heavy breathing in the air did the talking.
"I should go now," I said, wiping saliva off my lips. What did I just do?
"Yeah. We're almost done anyways," Dean said shortly, sounding a bit out of breath.
I came out of the house with my coat and my hand to my mouth. Holy crap. I kissed a dude.
Dean:
Maybe it was the fact that we brushed off the kiss so casually, but I didn't register what happened until fifteen minutes after. I let out a small scream. What the hell? Jo was going to want to know all about this. I sat on the floor for an hour replaying the scene in my head over and over again with my finger to my mouth. I couldn't say that I didn't like the kiss, but I was worried about my lack of experience against his. Where are your priorities man? You kissed Castiel. I cringed and sighed. What was I going to do when I see him tomorrow?
"You okay?" Sam said, coming into my room.
"You should always knock first. Always," I said, looking up at him and glaring.
Sam held up his arms. "I'm sorry. I was going to tell you to come down for dinner. We have pizza, but clearly you have better things to worry about."
"No pie?" I said, my puppy eyes coming forth.
"Don't look at me like that! Use that on mom!" Same complained, closing the door behind him.
I laughed and ran after him already forgetting what happened.