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Dean:
There was a knock on my bedroom door and a rattling on the knob that woke me up.
"Sweetie, are you in there?" a female voice said.
I sprung up from my bed. Holy crap. "Yes mom. I was just sleeping sorry."
I put my hand over Castiel's mouth and slapped him on the chest to wake him up.
His eyes shot open in pain and his disapproving voice was thankfully muffled by my hand.
"Well honey you didn't have to lock the door. Come down for dinner when you're ready okay?"
"Okay mom. Thanks, I'll be down in a minute."
Castiel shot me a look of surprise once he glanced at the clock. "What we going to do?"
"Shush. Change into some clothes and hide. I have to go downstairs," I whispered.
"Aww. I'm hungry too."
"Well you can't come down so hide first. I'll bring you some food later."
"How will I get out then?"
"I don't know! We'll figure it out later on. Just stay here quietly." I found my clothes and put them on, ignoring my nudity in front of Castiel, while trying to smooth out the wrinkles. I walked out, shutting the door behind me. I stopped suddenly, haunted by the idea of Castiel going through my dresser.
I went downstairs to see my parents and my brother seated eating. I sat down eyeing the foods I could possibly grab without suspicion. I set the food down on my plate.
"Dean, that's enough food for two people," my mom commented.
"Yeah, I didn't eat lunch today so I'm really hungry. Can I bring my plate upstairs? I have a big project for class I have to finish." I said, gulping. I was never good at lying.
My mom looked at me worried. "Okay, but don't overwork yourself okay?"
"Thanks mom." I walked up to my room quickly and set down the plate on my bed.
"Castiel? Where are you?"
Castiel came up from underneath my bed, brushing lint off his jeans. "Thank god, it's just you."
"Here," I said, pushing the plate towards him.
"That was quick. You ate already?" Castiel asked, tasting a sample of the chicken.
"No. I didn't want you to be hungry," I said.
"What? You should eat too," Castiel said, sharing the plate with me.
I took a black bean shyly and slowly chewed it as he watched me. He smirked at me and feed me some more in from a spoon.
"Did you only bring one so I can feed you?" Castiel asked, raising his brow in amusement.
"No!" I said, looking away, my cheeks burning.
He touched me on the shoulder. "I'm kidding. Open up."
I nodded and open my mouth wide. Castiel smirked and popped the spoonful of hot beans in. "You can open your eyes you know."
My eyes shoot open. I wiped my lips embarrassed. I hadn't even realized they were closed. God, why do I always make such a fool of myself in the front of Castiel?
"So... you got any plans to get me out?" Castiel said.
"No, not yet."
"Or I could just stay here."
I didn't answer that question. I knew he was joking, but a part of me wanted him to stay. "Don't you have homework to do?"
He gave me a funny look and laughed. "I never have homework."
I cocked my head to the side in confusion before I realized. "How do you past your classes then?"
"I do well in my tests so it evens out."
I laid out my homework and began doing my work. I turned back and saw him laying on my bed peacefully. Castiel still looked hot, but mostly adorable when sleeping. I put on my headphones and turned up ACDC. It wasn't until an hour and a half later that I realized it was late. I packed up my work and began walked to the door when I heard someone outside. I froze, not knowing what to do. I didn't have any time to slam myself against the door- I was caught and so was a certain sleeping beauty on my bed.
"Dean, are," my mom began saying, looking at the figure on my bed. She gasped, her right hand gripping the doorknob tightly and the other over her mouth. "Dean
Winchester, who the hell is on YOUR bed?"
"Mom, I can explain."
My mom silenced me with a wave of her hand and walked over to Castiel and violently shook him awake.
"What's wrong?" Castiel said, his hands over his eyes while rubbing them. It took him a second for him to realize that the person that stood in front of him wasn't me. He scrambled off the bed, almost tripping. "Mrs. Winchester. Hi."
"We're going to have a chat with your father," my mom said. She pushed me out the door and down the stairs while holding Castiel tightly by his wrist as if she was afraid he was going to run away.
"John!" my mom called loudly.
My dad came running into the living room along with Sam. "Who is he?"
"I don't know. I found him sleeping on Dean's bed," my mom said, once again directing her attention to me.
My dad gave me a disapproving look. He pointed to a table where we sat down quietly. It was quiet for minutes before my dad finally broke the silence.
"So, tell me who you are," he said, his voice getting deeper.
"He's no one- I mean he is just a friend," I said, trying not to look at Castiel.
My dad shushed me and looked at Castiel ushering him to continue.
Castiel responded, "I'm Castiel Novak. I'm Dean's classmate and a friend. I live an hour from school so I came here to study."
"If you guys were doing nothing then why didn't you come out when we came back home?" my mom said.
"I didn't want you guys to overreact so I hid him," I said, cutting Castiel off.
"Honey, why would we overreact over a friend?" my mom said.
I shrugged. My parents seemed to believe me. If only they knew the things we did upstairs on that bed, They glanced at each other briefly and nodded subtly.
"I'll walk Castiel to the door. It's getting late."
My parents nodded once again, but stayed seated while Sam escaped to his room.
As soon as the front door shut, Castiel instantly starting yelling before I could say anything. "What the hell Dean! I stood up to my friends and I would do the same with my parents. I didn't hide the fact that I had feeling for you like you just did. I never thought this would happen with you," Castiel said, angrily.
"But it's different this time," I said, weakly. My mouth was suddenly dry. Deep down, I knew he was right. I didn't know why I lied after all that Castiel had to go through for me and I couldn't even tell the truth to my parents.
"How? How Dean?" Castiel huffed. He threw on his coat and pulled on the collar, giving me one last look before he left.
My lower lip quivered. I was all alone for sure this time. I screwed up and I didn't know how I could fix it. I stormed back into my house and headed straight for my room, ignoring my parents who I was sure could hear bits and pieces of the argument. Once in my room, I plopped on my bed and bursted into tears. I despised myself.