...I won't be held responsible...
...he fell in love in the first place...
Castiel started awake on new years day. Dean's arm was slung possessively over his chest, but he was still asleep. Castiel looked at Dean while he slept, noting the long lashes sitting on his freckled cheeks. Dean looked so sweet when he was asleep, but Castiel wanted to kiss him awake. He looked at the bedside clock. 6:06AM. I should let him sleep longer, he thought. Castiel drifted off again.
When he woke next, Dean was up and staring at him. He was on his side and propping himself up with his elbow.
"Morning, Cas." Dean smiled. Castiel felt relief that Dean was still here. He was still worried that Dean would act like nothing had happened again.
"Hi Dean," Castiel gave him a lazy smile.
"So, uh, everyone is awake now." Dean mentioned. Castiel could smell coffee, pancakes and bacon. "We usually have a huge family breakfast every New Years'. Winchester tradition. You're welcome to join us of course."
"We didn't even have our champagne," Castiel mused.
"Mimosas!" Dean clapped his hands.
Castiel sat up in bed. He heard steps and murmuring downstairs and the clang of silverware against plates. Dean hopped out, his gloriously naked body making Castiel's cock perk up. Then he slid into his boxers, and Castiel was dissapointed. Castiel looked around for his glasses.
"Um...Dean." Castiel said. "My glasses?"
"Oh shit. We left them downstairs." Dean swore.
"My shirt and pants are down there too," Castiel realized. "Um. My underwear too."
"Oh crap." Dean said. "We'll have to come up with a good explanation."
A knock sounded at the door startling them both.
"Dean. It's me." Sam was on the other side.
Dean quickly unlocked the door and let him in. Castiel was under the sheets, covering himself awkwardly. Sam stood in the doorway, appearing as a tall blur to Castiel without his glasses. Sam took a double take when in saw Castiel sitting up in Dean's bed with a sheet held to his chest but otherwise apparently naked. Castiel blushed furiously. Sam averted his gaze, but not before Castiel noted the smile on his face.
"Um. Are these yours?" Sam had his face turned away while he offered Castiel the bundle in his arms.
Castiel gratefully accepted the pile of clothes with his glasses carefully folded on top.
He put his glasses on and blushed again. "Oh, thanks."
Sam looked at him with amusement, and raised his eyebrows at Dean.
"Have fun last night, Dean?" Sam asked. He tucked a strand of his long hair behind one ear, looking innocent.
"Shut up, Sammy." Dean muttered. He flushed red.
"Hey, I got up early and saw that stuff down there. Figure you didn't want mom and dad to find it." Sam smiled. "You also left this."
Sam held out Dean's phone. Dean snatched it back.
"You really shouldn't leave those things lying around." Sam added.
Dean turned red when he thought of the picture he had taken of a Castiel. He thanked God that his phone was in auto lock mode with a password.
"Thanks, Sammy. Now get out of here." He pushed his brother out of the room and closed the door.
"He is a good kid." Castiel observed. "Great kid, actually. Saved us from having to come up with awkward excuses."
Dean nodded. "I told you he was smart. He is going to hold this over my head forever though." Dean groaned at the ammunition that Sam now had for calling in favors.
"Pretty cute, too." Castiel teased.
"Hey!" Dean exclaimed. "Hands off my little brother."
Then he pushed Castiel up against the wall and growled possessively.
"Anyways, you're all mine."
Castiel felt his desire rising, but Dean moved away.
"Well, gotta get downstairs before my parents come looking for us." Dean said resignedly.
They took turns using the bathroom, checking that they looked presentable, although Castiel was looking pretty rumpled. That could be explained by having slept in his clothes at least.
Castiel and Dean went down the stairs with a little space between them.
"Happy new year, Dean! Hello Castiel! Happy new year to you too!" Dean's mom gushed.
"Hey mom," Dean said, "Happy new year." He kissed his mom on the cheek.
Dean's dad looked up at them. "Happy new year." he commented, and then went back to his paper.
Sam chimed in, "Happy new year!" He gave them a smirk. Dean glared at Sam, who rolled his eyes and went back to shoveling eggs into his mouth.
"Happy new year, everyone." Castiel said. "Thanks for making breakfast, Mrs. Winchester."
"No problem, Castiel." Dean's mom answered. "Please, sit. We always have too much food, so it's great to have company."
They ate together at the table. It was a bit awkward, with Sam constantly shooting Dean glances, while Dean's mom asked Castiel about school. Dean's dad was mostly silent, and Castiel felt like he disapproved of him somehow.
After breakfast, Dean and Castiel excused themselves and mentioned going into town to get a few things before school started. Sam was headed to the movies with Jessica.
When Castiel and Dean were outside the house, Castiel turned to Dean.
"What's up with your dad?" Castiel asked. "I felt like he didn't like me."
"It's not you, Castiel." Dean answered. "He's just pissed off all the time. I don't think he likes me much either. Sammy can do no wrong though."
"Why?"
"I don't know exactly. I think he just wants me to be more motivated about school. He's not excited about football like most dads are."
"Man. My dad is always trying to get me more interested in sports. We should switch." Castiel laughed.
Dean shrugged. "Oh well. Anyways, I actually do need some stuff for school. Want to come with?"
Dean and Castiel got into the Impala and drove to the town center. Dean grabbed more socks and underwear, and also a bunch of junk food. Castiel bought a few pens and a notebook.
They stopped for coffee after shopping. Dean ordered a regular coffee with extra cream and sugar while Castiel got a double espresso, black. They sat down at a table and sipped their drinks. Castiel took a deep breath. He really needed to be clear on the relationship and now was a good a time as any to talk.
"Dean, I had an incredible time last night. But what's going on with us?" Castiel began.
"Cas. I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I told you last night, I don't want to hurt you." Dean said.
"Oh, I thought you were referring to-" Cas started, but Dean cut him off.
"Yes, but also I meant, emotionally." Dean turned the cup in his hands. "I want to treat you right."
Castiel felt happiness bubble up inside him. "Really, Dean?" He wanted to believe him, but he was wary.
Dean looked around the cafe, and then took Castiel's hand. "Really, Cas."
"I hope you mean it. I can't deal with what you did to me last time again."
"I'm serious. Cas, you mean a lot to me." Dean looked sincerely into Castiel's eyes.
"Ok." Castiel conceded. "But make sure you text me regularly. And no more skanky college chicks. You're all mine."
Dean laughed. "Ok, angel. It's a deal."
...
A few days later, they were both back at school. Castiel heard from Dean every day. They texted each other at night too, sometimes venturing into sexting. Dean had that picture of Castiel too, of course. He sent a naked one to Castiel too, so things were even.
Charlie was excited to see Castiel when he got back from break. She gave him a huge hug.
"Where have you been?" Charlie asked. "We barely said 'Merry Christmas' and 'Happy New Years' to each other during break. What kept you so busy?"
Castiel blushed. Charlie laughed and bumped Castiel's shoulder.
"Spill it."
Castiel smiled. "It's a long story..."