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Castiel wasn't able to say anything for a while, still stunned by the man in front of him. He didn't even really notice that Dean called him Jimmy.
"I've missed you.", Dean said while the probably cutest smile Castiel had ever seen took place on Deans face. Castiel couldn't help but smile back. Was he stareing? He had to say something. Quick, say something... anything.
"I- uhm ... I - I've missed you too...", he stuttered.
Damn it.
He really wanted to tell Dean about the thing with Jimmy, but somehow he wasn't able to form the right words. He wasn't able to do anything. His eyes were still laying on Dean, eyeing up every single detail of his face. He was trying to memorize the smile that Dean was giving him, saving it for bad times, to have something beatiful to think of. He was too focused on the small crinkles around Deans eyes that the smile on his lips aroused, to notice that the taller man came up to him, pulling him into a tight hug.
For a while Castiel had no idea what to do but then he dug his face into Deans shoulder and slightly took in the heavenly scent that had hit him when Dean had started to hug him. It smelled like applepie and colonge, it made Castiel smile. Dean leaned his head against Castiels as the smaller man hugged him back. Castiel could feel Deans breath slightly brushing his cheeks wich caused him goose bumps.
"Why didn't you ever call?", Dean whispered into his ear. Castiel wanted to tell Dean everything about what happened to Jimmy, Dean deserved to know, but he didn't get up the nerve to do it.
"I don't know...", he sighed, his voice a Little shaky.
So Jimmy didn't call him? Why? Dean was gorgeous, as far as Castiel could tell.
Dean pulled away, trying to cover his slight blush with a cheeky smile.
"You're here right? That's all that matters...", Dean said with a hopeful tone in his voice.
Castiel gave Dean a small smile and nodded, showing the other man that he agreed. What had he done?! He hadn't even spent a single thought about what to do when he was actually at Deans house. And now look what it got him! He was in Lawrence in the house of someone he didn't know and on top of it all: this someone was not only totally stunning, he also thought that he was his twin brother. And Castiel, as shy and anxious as he was, didn't have the courage to tell Dean the truth.
Dean beamed at him and Castiel felt his knees go weak.
"We have a lot to talk about, but I have a better idea than discussing all of this in my living room while I'm in my pajamas.", Dean said while slowly letting go of Castiel. Castiel tried to hide the small trace of disappointment with a smile, he wouldn't have mind if Dean had held him a little longer. "What do you think about going to the roadhouse, in two hours? I'm going to need a little time to make myself look a little less shitty, but then you could come here again and we'll go."
"You don't look shitty Dean. You look gorgeous...", Castiel blurted out. He quickly bit his tongue to stop himself from saying anything that was even more embarrassing. He quickly looked down at his shoes, trying to hide the bright blush on his cheeks. But to his surprise Dean just chuckled.
"Wow you're stil as charming as back then."
Castiel looked up to Dean who was smiling at him with a gentle look in his green eyes. "So what do you say?"
"I- I think it's a g-good idea", Castiel stuttered trying to form the right words in time.
The smile on Deans face grew even wider - if that was even possible.
"Great! I don't want to kick you out but I need a shower.", Dean said with a joking tone in his voice.
Castiel smiled a little and nodded.
"Okay I guess you find the way to the door so uhm..."
Deans eyes were stareing right into Castiels - wich gave Castiel chills by the way -, but then they were drifting off focusing on something else. Dean was looking at his lips. Was he actually thinking about kissing him goodbye?! No, he was not thinking about kissing him, he was thinking about kissing Jimmy. There was a sting in Castiels heart, this strange aching feeling you get when your crush talks to someone else.
Shut up, he thought to himself, he's not your crush, you are not thirteen years old anymore and you have to tell him that you're not Jimmy!
He was dragged out of his thoughts by Dean leaning in, his lips brushing his left cheek. Dean leasted like that for one second or two, making Castiel loose control of his breath. Then Dean pulled back - a soft smile playing around his lips.
"See you later Jimmy.", he said quietly, before stepping aside a little.
Castiel nodded, wide eyed and with burning cheeks- especially the one that Dean had kissed - and made his way through the living room to the hallway and out of the door. When the door was closed behind him he immediatly let out a breath that he had no idea he was holding. He ran a hand through his dark mess of hair and sighed, before burrying his face in his hands.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!", he groaned. With a sigh he grabbed his phone and walked through the yard towards the street. He needed Charlie right now, he needed her advice.
"CASSIE WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WHERE DOING?!", Charlie yelled. Castiel had to put his phone away from his ear so that he wouldn't go deaf. He had told her exactly what happened and where he was, while he was walking back to the motel room. Castiel had known what would follow: the three stages of a pissed off Charlie.
Stage 1: silence.
When you tell her something like that she'll go completely quiet, you wont even hear her breathing.
Stage 2: babbling
When she starts talking again she'll laugh, call you ridiculous and babble a lot of irrelevant stuff. When it happened for the first time, Castiel thought that it was a good sign but don't be as stupid as he was, it was not. Defenatly not.
Stage 3: pure rage
She'll yell at you and abuse you until you're on the ground.
Castiel had just reached stage three.
"Char listen I-"
"OH NO YOU LISTEN TO ME! YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT WHERE YOU ARE AND YOU LIED TO THAT POOR BASTARD ABOUT WHO YOU ARE! YOU'RE GOING STRAIGHT BACK HOME SO I CAN PUNCH YOU IN YOUR GOD DAMNED FACE!"
Castiel sighed. Yup she was totally furious.
"Char, hey calm down-"
She cut off his word again.
"NO, NO, NO! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU LATELY?!"
Castiel sighed again. That was the question he was thinking about all the time ever since he had gotten onto that train to Kansas.
"Char I-"
"NOT DONE!"
Castiel bit his lip. Note to myself: don't interrupt Charlie when on stage three.
"WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!", she asked again, "DID YOU EVER, EVER, EVER, THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU DO TO THAT DEAN GUY? HE'LL BE A TOTAL MESS IF HE EVER FINDS OUT AND YOU'RE GONNA DIE BECAUSE ON THAT PHOTO YOU SHOWED ME HE SEEMED PRETTY MUSCULAR. AND TO BE HONEST: YOU DESERVE IT!"
Castiel sighed. She was right, as always. Now Charlie sighed a little too before clearing her throat.
"Ehm sorry. Needed too yell at you a little after that. Cassie you have to tell him, he seems to be a nice guy he deserves better..."
Now that Charlie seemed to calm down again Castiel dared to say something.
"I know Char I just... he was so sweet and so... so beatiful and ... I- I kind of blanked off... ", he said and somehow his voice got a little dreamy when he talked about Dean. "Did I really say that he was beatiful?!"
"I know why you didn't tell him.", Charlie said, in a slightly better mood, "You're crushing on that guy."
Castiel wanted to protest but then he thought about it a little longer and had to admit that again Charlie was right.
"I am right am I?", she asked.
Castiel nodded.
"I know that you just nodded Cassie."
Castiel chuckled a little but got serious again almost immediatly, this woman was impossible. She made him laugh everytime, no matter what and sometimes it was terrible. "What do I do...?"
"You have three options. Option one: you tell him and leave. Option two: you don't tell him and better loose my number. Option three: you tell him and stay- wich would be not a good idea I think."
Castiel swallowed hard and opened his hotel room. He looked at the closed suitcase that was still laying on his bed, he hadn't opened it yet because he went straight to Deans when he arrived.
"Thanks Char... I think I - ... option one sounds good to me.", he mumbled halfhearted, "I think I needed someone to kick my ass, so uhm... I'll call you later 'k?"
"You're doing the right thing Cassie. You know that you can call me anytime right?"
"Yeah"
"Okay... love ya Cassie. Bye..."
"Bye..."
Then there was this familiar clicking noise that announced that the line was empty again. Castiel sighed and tossed his phone onto his bed, before Walking towards the bathroom. He needed a shower. Immediatly.
"Dean, I'm not ... I- I'm not J- Jimmy ...I", he stuttered as he stared at the small piece of crinkled paper and felt his palms go sweaty. "Damn it!", he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He couldn't even tell his reflection that he wasn't Jimmy and that he had lied- well he didn't really lie he just didn't say anything- about who he was. He couldn't tell Dean... he just knew that he wouldn't be able to do it. He just had to think about Dean, he would probably never - never - talk to Castiel again, no way.
He sighed. He wanted to talk to Dean again why, wasn't it time to pick him up already? A look at the clock told him that there was still half a hour left.
Great, he thought. His still a little wet hair was a mess- as always -, he still hadn't decided what to wear and the only thing he had managed to do so far was to write down a crappy speech about Jimmy and him and this whole weird thing. He was so so screwed...
In the end he stood in front of his mirror again, still trying to fix his hair. He had decided to put on a casual, white shirt - still failing at the part with his tie, why was he even trying? Anyways, he had to go now. He quickly grabbed his 'speech' and got out of the room as fast as possible.
He literally flew down the stairs, always taking two steps instead of one...