This is the second and final part. There is Sabriel and for the sake of this damn story, Sam is older than Dean, ok guys? Like, Dean is 17 and Sam is like, idek 27? Ok. Awesome. And Gabe is like, 31? Kay. Great. Cool.
Also: My teenage Dean and Cas are fucking compulsive. Balme the magic broomstick tho.
Dean: Where the fuck did a broomstick come from?
Cas: Yes. That seems a bit random, do you not think?
Sam: *everyone-is-stupid-but-me face on* Cas tripped over it in the beginning. Get with the program you two.
Gabe: Yeah. What he said.
Eve: *Sticks tongue out*
Everyone: O.o
Eve: *sigh* Look, I had to get into this convo somehow.
Me: Kay. Read.
Current Song: Sick In The Teeth by Jonezetta
Current Mood: Oh shit, there's pulling of teeth in this song, that shit sounds like it fucking hurts, oh god, the images!
Castiel in turn shook his head. Dean seemed like a strange person already. He finished up cleaning the blood around his nose and then threw out the gauze pads he had used. Washing his hands in the dinky sink, he head Dean ask behind him, "Why are you helping me?"
Castiel dried his hands and turned around. "Because I've been through what you're going through and I know it's easier with someone helping."
Dean was thoughtful, then a smile stretched across his face. "So it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm the most gorgeous guy you've ever met?" They moved to the dinky table outside the bathroom and sat.
From anyone else, Castiel might have thought it was rude and demeaning. But from Dean, he knew it was just a joke to lighten the mood. It was also true. Castiel smiled, he really smiled. "Nope. Nothing to do with that. Green-eyed and blonde isn't my cup of tea." He paused and winked at Dean, feeling oddly... was it flirtatious? He didn't know. But it was nice. "You've not my type."
Dean snickered, his eyes flashing brilliantly. "Well, well. I see some people are picky-picky." Now he gave a bark of a laugh and it just seemed to flow out of him, mesmerizing Castiel. "So Cas," Dean said, catching Castiel by surprise with the nick-name. "You're best friends with the janitor?" He lifted an eyebrow looking at the bra hanging in the back. "She hot?"
Dean stopped and considered how stupid that question had been, considering Cas didn't swing that way. Before he could amend it though, Castiel, getting over his initial shock of getting a pet-name from Dean, said, "No. Brothers with them, actually." He glanced at the bra. "And no. He's not hot. Not at all."
Dean burst out laughing, the sound once again catching Castiel by surprise. To his knowledge, lunch would be over in twenty minutes and then he had gym, a class he never went to considering he had a doctor's note. So he'd be in here for the rest of the day since gym was his last class.
He turned to Dean. "So... lunch."
Dean nodded. "I'm gonna guess it's not safe for either of us out there."
Castiel nodded too. "No worries though. Gabe is bound to be here any second-"
At that moment, Gabriel Novak burst through the door with a bag full of food in hand. He did a double take, keys jingling in his hand when he saw Dean. Castiel raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Um... who the hell is-"
"My brother," Castiel answered Dean, mid-sentence. "Gabriel meet Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester, meet my brother, the school janitor, Gabriel Novak."
Dean squinted up at Gabe from where he was sitting at the table. "Ok. So who's bra is that?"
Gabe gave it a cursory glance and answered, "That would be the senior World History teacher. Ms. Kali D'Storyer." Castiel rolled his eyes and Dean nodded in approval. Of course he did. "Well, Cassie," and Castiel cringed while Dean cracked a smile, "Since you've made an actual friend, does the mysterious Mr. Winchester want to have lunch with us?" Gabe held up the plastic bag. "I went out for Subway instead today."
Dean looked to Cas. He seemed to hesitate but then Castiel, in his nervousness, bit his lip and looked away. He licked his lower lip, chasing away the sting of the action and looked up to see if Dean had made a decision. But instead, all he saw was Dean, staring at the way his tongue dragged across the lower part of his lip and dipped with it, disappearing into his mouth.
Castiel felt his ears burn and his cheeks flush as Dean ripped his gaze away and answered to his surprise, "Um... sure. Sounds like a plan."
Gabe grunted, moving to the back of the room, and Castiel collapsed onto the couch beside Dean where the other boy had moved, as Gabe set up the small table. "What class do you have after this?" Castiel asked.
Dean seemed like he was spacing out and snapped out of it at the sound of Castiel's voice. "Um... gym. Why?"
For some reason, Castiel's heart jumped. "Me too," and he tried not to sound as excited as he felt. "You might not want to go, though. Alistair is a beast in PE. Just saying."
Dean scrutinized him and then asked, "Well... are you going?" Castiel shook his head. "Why not?"
The young Novak looked around for his older brother and, finding the bathroom door shut and light seeping out from underneath it, he got up and lifted his shirt, his back to Dean. He'd never shown anyone this, but for some reason... he trusted Dean.
"Cas, what are you...? Oh..." Dean let out a breath and suddenly, Castiel felt warm hands on his shoulder blades, rough skin ghosting across his soft skin. "What... are they?" Dean asked.
Every inch of his skin felt like a nerve ending as Castiel answered, "My doctor jokes around and calls them my 'wings', but they're really extra bone growth on the edges of my shoulder blades."
He felt more warmth there. "Wow. That's amazing. Does it... does it hurt?" Dean asked and something hitched in his voice.
Castiel hated to admit it, but yes, they sometimes did. "On occasion, they hurt immensely. Which is why I can't participate in PE."
It was quiet for a moment and Castiel was about to put on his shirt again when he felt firm hands grip his hips and keep him in place. He immediately stilled. "You're skin's so soft," Dean whispered by his ear and damn! The taller boy knew, was purely aware that he was gay and that this type of stuff turned him on. If this were some cruel kind of joke-
Castiel's brain short-circuited at that moment. A warm, wet mouth was pressed to his shoulder. It moved, open and slick, to the crook of his neck and the back of it. Dean laid open mouthed kisses along his spine, working his way back up and licking his skin with his tongue. Dean mouthed at Castiel's shoulder growths, not disgusted at all, but fascinated, loving the smoothness of him under his mouth, his lips pressing down.
Castiel leaned forward and gripped the edge of the table that was now in front of him, his knuckles turning white as he moaned at how good it felt. He wanted Dean to stop it if it was all just a misunderstanding, but at the same time, he wanted to turn around and kiss him. As if he was reading his mind, Dean spun him around and pinned him to the table's edge. His jade eyes were consumed by black, his pupils absolutely blown out. He looked hungrily at the other boy's lips and licked his own.
And then, Dean Winchester kissed Castiel Novak.
Dean captured Castiel's plump lips between his own, pressing them together, eating up the little gasp that Castiel let out at the feeling. Castiel was met with a rush of dizziness and pleasantness as he kissed back, trying to keep pace.
He felt Dean grin against his lips and murmur, "Slow down Cas. I'm not going anywhere. Promise."
Castiel took a breath and let their tongues slowly entwine, tasting each other and savoring each moment. His fingers fisted into Dean's hair and he pressed his body close to Dean's, the taller boy adjusting their position so that Castiel wasn't leaning on the table, but Dean was. Before Castiel could ask why Dean had moved him, the taller boy's fingers were already dancing across Castiel's shoulder blades, lithe digit pads pressed onto the growths gently.
"I don't want you to hurt anymore, Cas," Dean murmured and Castiel saw the spark that could and would turn into absolute devotion in Dean's eyes.
Castiel leaned his forehead against Dean's and asked, "Why?" It was simple: why did he care, why was he still here, why was he kissing Castiel, a man kissing a man of all things in the janitor's room of all places?
Dean breathed out into Castiel's face, moving dark bands around and moved some out of the shorter boy's face. "The truth?" Castiel nodded eagerly. "Well, then. I walked in here for safety and didn't feel it until you walked in to. And it surprised me, because all I saw was a small, pale, scrawny guy with big eyes stumbling on a broomstick." Castiel slit his eyes at him in a small act of half-hearted contempt, but it disappeared as Dean gave a small laugh and kissed his half closed eyelids. "Relax." And Castiel did. For the first time, someone had finally gotten through to him.
"And then?" he asked, wanting to know the rest of Dean's story. "What changed your mind?"
Dean nuzzled their noses and said without hesitation or doubt, "Your eyes. They were so bright and dilled with strength I just..." Now Dean blushed. "I got sucked into it. And then you helped me. You did more than that, you trusted me. And I just-I couldn't seem to do anything but need you, want you, after that. I mean, I see you for what you really are. You let me see your wings." He gave a cheeky smile and rubbed circles into the nubs, relaxing Castiel against his chest evermore. "I get to see you fro what you really are."
"Oh yeah?" Castiel said. "And what was that?" He leaned against Dean more, still aware that he was bare-chested.
"An angel," Dean said simply. His arms tightened a bit around Castiel.
Castiel looked at Dean. "I don't really even know you. You don't really know me."
Dean kissed his forehead and Castiel knew this couldn't be wrong. "I want to though. And when has that stopped anyone?"
Castiel laughed softly and Dean kissed him again. They stayed like that for a while. Until, of course, Gabriel started to flush and they entangled themselves from each other. Dean helped Castiel with his shirt and by the time Gabe was out, they were waiting at the table.
Gabriel noticed the little things, like the looks his brother and Dena exchanged, as if they were having a conversation without words, or how they stared for insane periods of time. But he didn't say a word. Because he had heard everything from the bathroom. Did they think that it really took him that long to take a piss? Gabe may have been older than Castiel but he wasn't that old.
And when Dean and Castiel left the janitor's closet at the end of the day, Dean offering to bring Castiel out to eat and the younger Novak agreeing, that damn broomstick fell and crashed onto the ground. Gabriel, now alone, picked it up, grumbling about how stupid it was and wondered why he had it still when he looked up to see and older man. He was tall, almost a foot taller than Gabriel himself who really was small for a man his age. He had stupid hair, Gabe conceded, all long and floppy, but he had bright hazel eyes and a birthmark next to his nose that was endearing.
He was just Gabriel's type.
And he looked kinda familiar too.
"Hi," the guy said in a light voice, with a slight barely-there southern accent.
Gabe crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. "Hiya."
The guy shook his mane of long hair and let out a bellow of a laugh. Yeah, he was definitely Gabe's type, all arms and legs, loping around. "Sorry. Yeah, I know how weird this is, but um... My brother wasn't outside when I came to pick him up. I asked around and some girl named Jo Harvelle said she saw him come in here...?"
Gabe scrunched up his face. "Who are you again?" he asked, although he had a sneaking suspicion now.
The guy extended a large, warm hand down to Gabe politely with a hint of mischief and said, "Samuel Winchester, call me Sam. My brother's-"
"Dean Winchester, about yay tall," Gabe said, extending his hand a bit taller than he himself was. "Green eyes, blonde short hair? God-awful brown leather jacket that was way too long on him?"
Sam laughed again and ducked his head a bit. "Yep. That's my little brother alright. You see him around?"
Gabriel sighed. He finally shook Sam's hand, then let go. "Gabriel Novak, resident janitor. And yeah, I saw him. He left about fifteen minutes ago with my brother. I think they went out for a better lunch than I could provide, since they spent the afternoon in here."
"Why were they in here?" Sam asked, still standing in the doorway.
"Eh, chased by assholes, the two kiddos found each other in my room. Hiding out, I assume." Gabe shrugged. He was used to it by now.
"...Found each other? You mean... Oh." Sam had a weird smile on his face.
"What? You got a problem with them?" Gabe said, just to make sure this guy wasn't some kind of homophobe.
Sam smiled. "Nope. Just glad that Dean found someone. Finally. Now I can stop worrying about him."
Gabe rolled his eyes. "You and me both, kiddo. My little bro, damn, he didn't even have a friend till your weird little brother came around. I was starting to think that he-"
"Would be alone forever?" Sam finished with a grin.
Gabe was dumbstruck and had nothing to say, and Sam could tell that wasn't something that happened everyday. He kinda like this Gabriel character. Maybe more than kinda. "Uh, hey, are you off yet?" Sam asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
Gabe nodded. "Just about. Why?"
"Well, in the way of our younger siblings, you interested in lunch or something? As a thank you, of course, for keeping an eye on Dean." Sam's ears were red.
Gabe liked the sound of that. "Yeah. Lemme get my coat. Just a sec."
Gabe grabbed his coat from the chair in back and hid the Kali's bra. It was from his years in high school anyway, back when he didn't know what he liked. But no one had to know that, now did they? When he came back, Sam was swearing. The damn broomstick was on the floor. Again.
"Sorry," Sam said apologetically.
Gabe gave the damn thing a look. Cas, he had been told, had knocked it down earlier. Then Dean had done it when they were leaving. Those two weren't going to be separated anytime soon. Then he had grabbed it and Sam had knocked it over. Hmm...
Maybe it wasn't such a stupid broom after all.
"No problemo, Sammy-boy. Let's get going, yeah?" He picked it up. Set it against the doorway. Then it fell. He picked it up again with a smile. "Yeah. Let's get going.
If they saw Dean and Cas with their heads bent close at the dinner they were at, they didn't call attention to them.
If Cas and Dean saw their brothers with their heads bent close at the dinner they were at, they just smiled and finished exchanging numbers.
Yeah. Not such a stupid broomstick.
Dean: So... O.o You made a broomstick a matchmaker?
Cas: That is highly inprobable, seeign as a broomstick is an innanimate object.
Sam: Why am I older than Dean?
Gabe: Yeah. About that. Hmm... Weird.
Eve: Read the first AN you dumbasses. Damn I love you guys, but really? Thick. So so thick, sometimes.
Sam: *mimicking* 'Thick'? What are you British?
Eve: No. *does Brit accent* But I could be, gov'nor
Dean: Yeah, ok. Freak.
Cas: *head shake of-the-Lord*
Me: Ok. We're done here. Deuces guys.