A/N This one's for savisnire, for reminding me it had been a month since my last update. Thanks.
Enjoy!
The first thing Dean noticed upon entering the house was the smell- it was absolutely intoxicating. Clearly Cas had resumed cooking while Dean was gone. Dean tentatively made his way to the kitchen- it was empty. All of the dishes were put away, except for a large bowl on a counter. Dean approached and lifter the plastic wrap keeping the food fresh. Immediately the delicious smell grew stronger, making Dean's mouth water. Cas had made quesedillas. Ignoring his rumbling stomach, Dean replaced the plastic and made his way down the hall to the room he shared with Cas. The door was locked. Dean didn't bother knocking. He put his back to the door and slipped to the ground.
"Hey, Cas." he lay his head against the heavy wood behind him. "I know you're in there. And I know you're willing to listen because you didn't turn your music on." Dean paused, not really expecting a reply. After a moment, he continued. "I'm really sorry. That wasn't okay of me- none of it. I shouldn't have been with her on the couch," somehow Dean knew that saying Eve's name would bring about only bad things, "and I should have defended you when she called you a pervert. I know you're not, and next time I see her I'll make sure she knows too. You were shocked." Dean chucked. "When you're really surprised, you freeze up until something snaps you out of it. It's cute, really." The door suddenly swung open and Dean fell to the floor, looking up at Cas. He took in his red-rimmed eyes and messier-than-usual hair, and offered an apologetic smile. "Hey, Cas." The boy fell to his knees and buried his face in Dean's chest.
"I was wrong." he murmured as Dean's arms wrapped around him. "You do understand me."
The next week passed quickly. Dean didn't bring Eve back to the house, but spent hours at her place. Hours Cas refused to think about. Dean was made to shower before he was allowed in the bedroom- Cas wouldn't sleep in a room that smelled like Dean-and-Eve-sex. During those long hours Cas amused himself by not doing his own project, and by trying to figure out his book. He had hit a bit of a block trying to get from one plot point to the next- his character needed to fully come into her powers as Blood Queen, but he didn't want to do a Yu-gi-oh type 'oh look now I know everything' type deal. He was also busy trying to figure out how to write out her love interest, introduced not to long ago. He didn't fit, and bore an uncanny resemblance to Dean that made Cas uncomfortable.
By the time the project was due Cas still hadn't made any headway into the story and his agent had started pestering his for pages. Dean and Eve were an official 'thing', which meant Cas was spending more time with Adam. The day after Cas officially dropped out of high school, he got his first kiss.
Adam had insisted on taking Cas out to celebrate. Dean had also been invited, but he already had plans with Eve. So Adam and Cas ended up in the restaurant alone, not for the first time. By that time it was safe to say that they were also a 'thing'. They enjoyed their meal, and the company, and Adam drove Cas home. Per usual, Adam walked the teen to the door. This time, instead of offering a warm smile and leaving, Adam leaned in slowly, giving Cas plenty of time to move away. Gently, he pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss, his hands settling easily on the boy's hips. He pulled back a little to make sure Cas was okay, and had to chuckle. He looked blown away. The younger man hesitantly looped his arms around Adam's neck, looking at him for confirmation. Adam laughed again and kissed him again, gently pressing the boy into the front door as they continued to kiss, albeit a little uncertainly on Cas's part. Neither of them heard the roar of the Impala pulling into the driveway- at least, that's what they say. If Adam heard and kissed Cas just a bit harder, who among us could blame him? Dean stormed up the the pair and cleared his throat loudly. Cas jumped and flushed, trying to step away from his boyfriend. Adam however, tightened his grip slightly.
"It's okay." he murmured to the flushing author. "We weren't doing anything wrong." Cas looked at him for a moment before nodding with a hesitant smile. Adam smiled back and kissed Cas's forehead. "I'll text you later." he assured him before leaving. Cas grinned at Dean.
"Hello." he greeted, unlocking the door. "How was your evening with Eve?"
"Fine." Dean grumbled as they entered the house. "I'm starving. You hungry?" Cas raised his eyebrows.
"I just got back from dinner." he remined. Dean muttered unintelligibly and swept past Cas, who nose wrinkled on reflex, then pause.
"Dean? Did you shower at Eve's?" Dean snorted as he made his way into the kitchen.
"No. Why? I smell like a chick?" Cas shook his head slowly and stepped into Dean's personal space, inhaling deeply.
"No, you smell like you. For once." Dean winced and blushed.
"She turned me down. Said we needed to 'bond' or some shit." Dean wrapped his arms around his smaller friend, who stepped even closer and returned the favor. Quietly, Dean spoke into the author's hair. "I don't want you kissing him anymore." when Cas stiffened, Dean hurried to elaborate. "I mean here. Not where I can see. You don't see me with Eve, I don't see you with Adam." Dean struggled not to sneer his way through the name. "Deal?" Cas nodded, tightening his hold on his friend for a moment.
"Deal.
"Look, babe, I know you thought I'd go to the mall with you today, but I promised Cas I'd help him today." Dean spoke gently, as though not to frighten-or anger- a large animal. Cas sat on the couch, pretending he didn't hear a word of the conversation, nose buried in a book. "He's not a freak, Eve. Just lay off, okay?" It was a Saturday, and Dean wanted nothing more than to get off the phone with his girlfriend. "Look, I'll see you on Monday. Just... leave me alone until then." Dean abruptly ended the call, flopping on the couch next to his friend, pillowing his head on the other's shoulder.
"You're going to regret hanging up on her." Cas commented, finally closing the book.
"Nah, what's she gonna do to me?" the blue-eyed author allowed his silence to speak for him. "Er... she'll get over it... eventually." Dean bit his lip. "I hope."
"Do you love her, Dean? Do you love Eve?" The green-eyed boy snorted.
"No."
"Do you think you will fall in love with her?"
"Not a chance. She's not my type. Too loud, obnoxious. Too blonde."
"Then... why don't you break up with her?" Dean shrugged awkwardly.
"And be the loser who couldn't keep a girlfriend? No thanks." Both boys were silent for a while, before Dean brightened. "But come on. I told you I'd teach you to drive today."
"Are you sure? You don't want to go shopping?" Cas teased as Dean stood. The other grimaced.
"Pass."
"Cas, you need to slow down when you go around corners, slow down, slow down slowdown!" Cas rolled his eyes from the driver's seat, glancing over at his friend with a chuckle.
"Calm down, Dean. I was only going 40."
"Yeah. The recommended speed on that turn was 15."
"Did we crash?"
"Well, no-"
"Did we die?"
"No, Cas, but-"
"Then it's fine." Cas laughed. "Driving... driving is fun."
"Just keep your eyes on the road." Cas smiled again- the best part about driving was Dean's overreactions. After a while of Dean's pleading, Cas eventually slowed to 10 above the speed limit. "Ya know, when you're not trying to outrace, well, everything, you're not half-bad at this."
"Thank you, Dean. And thank you for letting me drive your baby." The Impala roared happily as the boys looked at each other, grinning.
"You let the freak drive your car? Do you know how many times I've asked to drive it?" Eve had been waiting when Cas and Dean got back home. Cas had hurried into the house to give the pair some privacy.
"No. I don't." Eve fumed.
"It doesn't matter, I bet you it was more than he did. Why are you even friends with him? Why would you chose to spend time with him, instead of me?" Dean was tempted to tell her it was because he liked Cas a lot more, but thought maybe that was better kept to himself.
"He's my friend. And why are you even here? I told you to leave me alone for the weekend. That's not so much to ask, you know." Eve crossed her arms, emphasizing her already large boobs.
"I can't want to see my boyfriend?" Dean groaned and rubbed his face tiredly, leaning against his car.
"Of course you can. But we need some distance, babe."
"Rufus asked me out." Dean looked at Eve suddenly.
"What did you say?"
"Rufus asked me on a date. I told him no. But... I just might call him and change it to yes."
"Aw, come on, Eve. Don't be like that." Dean smiled charmingly. "You know you like me more than Rufus." Eve narrowed her eyes.
"We'll see."
"I think we need to break up."