Cas is still hitting his head with how he was so loud, that Dean had to come down and yell at Balthazar for their loud sex. It was nearing 10 o'clock and Cas was unsure if he should call Dean or not. Cas hasn't felt this nervous since the time he sucked Balthazar's dick wrong, and he had to keep doing it until Balthazar was satisfied.
Cas had his phone in his hand, Dean's number typed and ready to call, and it was two minutes past 10 o'clock.
After several moments of thinking, Cas shut his phone off, and walked into the bedroom, where he and Balthazar were one and the same.
The next day, Cas and Balthazar were walking to Barnes and Noble, when Cas had an uneasy feeling. He reluctantly followed Balthazar into the store and he immediately saw Dean, and avoided eye contact with him.
Cas followed Balthazar as he looked at the Christian novellas, the non fiction thrillers, and the supernatural trilogies, all the while not looking towards the Starbucks that was on the north wall. He could feel Dean watching him, and he felt terrible for not calling last night, but he couldn't face Dean right now, not when Dean knew about Balthazar's crazy sex life and the fact that Cas was with Balthazar was making Cas incredibly nervous.
"Babe, I'm going to get some coffee, would you like anything?" Balthazar asked Cas, as he placed a hand on Cas's lower back.
Cas kept his eyes lowered and mumbled something that Balthazar disregarded anyway. Cas watched Balthazar's back and accidentally met Dean's eyes. Dean gave him a sad, questioning look, and Cas just turned away and walked farther away from the storefront.
After a few moments of looking at the supernatural trilogies about wizards, vampires, and teenagers in deadly games, Balthazar was back at his side, and he handed him a piece of paper with an angry look on his face.
"Cas, why did that barista ask me for your phone number? Do you know him? You know he was the guy that was knocking at our door last night, right?" Balthazar questioned, eyebrows raised at Cas and nostrils flaring. Cas didn't know what to say, and that made Balthazar even more upset.
"Castiel! Does our relationship mean nothing to you?! I gave up multiple job opportunities so that I could stay in this God-forsaken city with you!" Balthazar raved at him. He was so angry, that his face lacked all emotion as he just stared at Cas. He straightened up his posture and spoke in a cold voice, "Well, Cas, I guess I don't need to stay any longer. I don't want anything to do with you, so you can fuck that barista as much as you goddamn want." Balthazar shoved past Castiel, which made him fall into a book shelf.
Cas watched as Balthazar coldly walked out of the store, and out into the mall. Cas could feel the loss of Balthazar weighing him down, and he slid his back down the bookshelf, and onto the floor. He sat there for a while, until the realization finally came to him of what just happened. He began to tear up, and he covered his face in his arms and leaned on his knees.
"Hey, you okay?" Dean's voice came somewhere to the right of Cas, but he didn't look up. He wasn't sure if he didn't want to look at him because Dean would see him cry, or because he was mad at Dean for what happened. Cas could feel Dean sit down a foot away, and he tried to be quiet as he continued to cry into his sleeves.
"You know, dudes are really high maintenance. My last boyfriend was a total control freak. He wanted me to call him whenever I was going to or from work, who I was with, where I was, what I was doing, and I just had enough after two months. I mean, don't get me wrong, the sex was great. Gay sex always is, but his attitude and personality were just so overbearing that I broke things off by sleeping with his twin sister." Cas looked up at Dean, who looked back at him and grinned. Cas's mouth twitched into a smile for a little bit, but it wasn't enough to keep his emotions at bay.
"Thank you for trying to cheer me up, but I don't think that'll happen this soon after the breakup," Cas explained, as a single tear rolled down his right cheek.
Dean brushed the tear away, and scooted closer to Cas, picking up an erotic novel that was lying in between them on the ground.
"I know what will cheer you up though," Dean said, nudging Cas with his large and muscular shoulder, "I'm going to take you to a gay club. It's fun, I swear." Cas looked up at Dean, and smiled for real this time.
"I would enjoy that, thank you, Dean," Cas looked up at Dean, smiling genuinely this time.
Dean walks with Cas to his house after taking a bus ride across town. All the while they were talking about Lord of The Rings and classic rock. Cas found out that Dean is a huge nerd, he loves Star Trek, Star Wars, Lord of The Rings, all things supernatural, mermaids, guns, Doctor Who (which was a surprise, but he had the whole 'allons-y' down, and he was a sucker for RomComs. His favorite would either be, The Breakfast Club, which Cas doesn't even think counts as a RomCom, and The Notebook.
After twenty or so minutes of talking about what happens in the new series of Doctor Who, they arrive at their stop, and walk the two miles to Cas' house. They reached the landing of his front porch, before Cas turned around to look at Dean.
"Alright, my dad may or may not be home. He's an asshole who's conservative so if he's home, don't talk to him, don't listen to him, and just follow me into my room. Kapeesh?" Cas speaks worriedly to Dean. Cas' eyebrows are creased, so Dean suppresses a smile at his anxious crush, and nods.
"Kapeesh," and keeps eye contact with Cas until he turns around to face the front door, and open it.
Cas' house reminded Dean of what the White House would look like. Instead of it being a house, it was more of a mansion. It was white on the outside and there were giant three story, roman-type pillars holding up the roof, and on the inside they were greeting by a two story marble staircase on the white, and a statue in the middle of the room, which was draped in the light of a 200 lb. crystal chandelier that hung directly above it. Dean's jaw dropped, and he had to stare at the back of Cas' head so that he wouldn't be distracted by the elegance of the mansion.
Despite it being so elegant and modern, it reeked of cigar smoke and bourbon, two things that Dean's own father used to use frequently before he died in a tragic hunting accident a few years back.
"Alright Dean, my room is upstairs all the way and at the end of the hallway. My father's study is on the second floor, and if we're quiet and fast, he'll never even know we're here. So just follow me. Alright?" Cas whispered as he stepped forward to peek into the surrounding rooms to make sure no one was around.
"Yeah, sure," Dean's voice trailed off as his head was filling with memories of his own past and of his abusive father.
Cas looked at Dean before they made their ascent, and held a hand to Dean's face as a sign of reassurance, as he stepped towards the staircase. Dean made sure to step using his toes, because of his steel-toed boots, it didn't help as much as he would have hoped. They had made it to the second floor landing, when both Cas and Dean slowed to a crawl to make sure that the door to Cas' father's study didn't open. After waiting for a couple of seconds, Cas gestured to Dean that they can keep going, so they continued their ascent, and before they reached the third floor landing, Dean looked back at the chandelier, and noticed small red dots on the top crystals and rods, but didn't mention it and continued to follow Cas down the long hallway. After passing at least five doors, cas slowed down, and when they reached the second door, Cas slowed to an almost-stop, and turned the knob gesturing Dean in first, before closing the door behind him.
Cas' room was awe inspiring, and Dean's jaw dropped when he got his first good look at the room. The room was at least 400 cubic meters, and there were several doors around the perimeter. One was open, and Dean leaned forward a little to get a better look inside, and noticed that it was a bathroom as big as his room back at his apartment. After he got a good look at the bathroom, he looked in the center of the room, and saw Cas' bunk bed which had the queen-size mattress on top and an entire office underneath the mattress. Cas had a closed door and from Dean could hear, there was something like water bubbling on the opposite side, and he looked to the right and saw an entire wall dedicated to actors and movies and series that they had talked about on the bus ride over. Dean looked to the left to try to find Cas, but he was behind an open door, that led to an enormous walk-in closet. Dean walked over to the doorway, and looked in. One entire side of the closet was dedicated to sweaters, and the other side was dedicated to jeans and suits, while the back wall was dedicated from shoes ranging from Oxford's to Converse.
"Holy shit, dude. I thought you were a guy," Dean chuckled and looked at Cas, who had his shirt off and was unbuttoning his jeans. When Dean fully realized what Cas was doing, he shouted, "Aw, shit," and turned away and walked out the door as fast as he could.
"It's alright, Dean. It'll only take me a few minutes. What should I wear?" Cas was in the doorway in nothing but his boxer shorts and he had he jeans draped in front of his pelvic area.
"Uh, just wear jeans and a fun t-shirt and a hoody," Dean said, looking at Cas' abdominal muscles and quickly moved his eyes, and turned away, blushing like a madman.
"Okie, dokie," Cas' voice trails off as he walks deeper into his closet to find a novelty t-shirt and a cool enough hoody. After several minutes of rummaging around in his closet, he emerges into his brightly lit room.
"Is this alright?"
Dean turns around, and when he sees Cas, he grins.
Cas emerges in tight black jeans that are rolled up past his ankles, a white shirt with black lettering on it, a red plaid shirt that he probably bought in high school and never outgrew, and a letterman jacket that seemed to fit him perfectly. His hair was sticking up in just the right places and his questioning blue eyes looked stoic and intelligent.
Dean's voice caught as he took in Cas' appearance, and all he could mumble was a, "aw fuck", before he walked over to Dean, put both his hands on his face, and kissed him hard on the mouth.