Chapter Eight: It's True, I Crave You

The knock at Seth's window does more than scare the shit out of him. He drops the calculator he was holding and scurries under his bed because hey, it's 2:30am on a Saturday night, how else are you supposed to react?

He wracks his brain, trying to think of what he should do. He's mildly confident in his ability to fight off the person if they're unarmed, but what if they have a knife? Or a gun?

He pulls his phone out of his pocket after a few minutes, ready to call 911, when his screen starts flashing Dean's name. Seth answers it before it can ring twice.

"Dean, thank god, there's someone at my window trying to break into my room. What do I do? I'm so sc-"

"What? Seth, it's me. Let me in."

Seth furrows his eyebrows and looks towards his window. "What?"

"Let me in you fucking dick, its cold out here!"

Seth gets out from under his bed and hesitantly heads to the window. He pulls back the curtains and, by god, it is Dean. Seth lets out a relieved sigh and hangs up his phone, opening the window.

"Jesus, Dean, you scared the shit out of me!"

Dean jumps into the room with a smug grin on his face. "Never heard you cuss before, kid."

Seth rolls his eyes as he closes his window and goes to sit at his desk once more. He shuts his math book and puts his previously dropped calculator away, because he knows he's not getting anything else done with Dean there.

He watches as Dean casually goes to lay on Seth's bed, and in a way, it warms Seth's heart. There was something endearing about the way Dean treated Seth's home like his own. The way Dean treated Seth like they'd known each other for years. He's always wanted that with someone, and now it appeared that he had it.

"So what are you doing here again?" Seth asks. Dean grunts, staring up at the ceiling.

"My fucking mom, man. She pisses me off."

"What happened?"

Dean sighs, shaking his head. "I haven't seen here in 3 days, right? And she comes home about an hour ago all fucking loud with some guy. Doesn't even care to tell me where she's been, or tell me who the dude is. And then they start fucking in the kitchen. Can you believe that?"

Seth shakes his head because no, he can't believe that. He can't possibly imagine what it's like to live like Dean lives. No dad, no siblings, basically no mom. From what Seth understands, Dean's had to raise himself his entire life. He never got to have a childhood, a real family, love. It's so unfair, and it breaks Seth's heart.

"I'm so sorry Dean." It's all he can really say. What can you saw to someone whose life is that fucked up?

But of course, Dean tries to act like he doesn't care with a wave of the hand, but Seth can see it. He can see the pain on the dirty blonde's face, even in the darkness of the room. He can feel Dean's anger and sadness. And he can't stand it.

He just wants Dean to feel some kind of closeness; something that his life has been tragically lacking. He wants Dean to know that he is entirely there for him, and that he would do anything for him at this point. He's come to mean so much to Seth, and he needs to be that for Dean. So he slowly gets up and gets into the bed beside him.

Dean gives him a questioning look, but Seth doesn't say anything. Just pulls the blanket over the two of them and rests his head on Dean's strong chest.

"I promise that you'll always have me, Dean. I promise."

Dean feels like time has slowed down. Like nothing is real. He almost feels high; the feeling of another body touching his own so intimately, and yet so innocently takes Dean's breath away. And the fact that it's Seth's body? He feels like he's on fire.

The moment that he shares with Seth somehow feels more passionate than any sexual encounter he's ever had, and maybe that's just because there's simply so much more to it. He's given a chance to let his senses run wild: Seth's soft skin, Seth's light breathing, Seth's gentle features, Seth's scent. Oh god, Seth's scent. Dean's sure that he could get drunk off of it. It's intoxicating in such a way that forces Dean to shut his eyes in some sort of attempt at self-control, because if he's not careful…

The only sense that's missing is taste. Good god, Dean has never wanted to taste anything so badly. He needs only to angle his head forward a few inches for his lips to meet the side of Seth's neck. He's never felt a temptation so strong before in his entire life, and on pure instinct and impulse alone, his head is moving forward.

Closer, closer, so close…

But he stops himself. What is he doing? By now, Seth's fallen asleep, and Dean's heart is pounding.

He blinks a few times, shocked at how close he was to making a huge mistake. Because Dean knows damn well that as soon as he lets himself indulge in Seth Rollins, there will be absolutely no going back.

…

It's nearly 8 hours later when Seth finally wakes up, and when he does, he's kind of stunned to feel Dean's arms wrapped around his body. Knowing the dirty blonde, Seth would have thought that Dean would have found a way out of his grasp the second Seth fell asleep. Clearly, that wasn't the case.

"Dean?"

"Hmm?" Came the sleepy reply.

But now, Seth doesn't really know what to say. He's never… waken up with someone before. "Uhh… Good morning."

Dean's eyes flutter open and he takes in his surroundings for a few moments. It's when he realizes the position he and Seth are in that he quickly releases his hold and sits up, forcing Seth to reposition as well.

"Yeah, uhh… Morning." He mumbles, scratching at the back of his neck. Images from the night before are flooding his mind, knocking the wind out of him once more, and looking at Seth is making it so much worse. He's not used to such an overflow of emotion.

He's not sure anyone is.

"Are you okay?" Seth asks. "You seem-"

"'M fine." Dean says quickly. He's really trying to look anywhere but at Seth, but it's a little hard when the sunlight from the window is making that stupid little blonde patch shine. "Why do you have that blonde in your hair?" He asks, trying to direct the conversation away from himself.

Thankfully it works, and Seth is laughing as he tugs at the patch of hair. "It's actually kind of embarrassing. Freshman year, I really wanted blonde hair for some reason, but I didn't want to do it all at once, so I did this little piece. When I saw how horrible I would look with all blonde hair, I decided not to do the rest, but I just never really got around to dying it back." Seth pulls the piece around so that it's right in front of his eyes. "And now it won't grow anymore."

Dean laughs, shaking his head. "You're crazy, kid."

Seth drops his blonde hair and crosses his arms, a pout playing across his lips. "Why do you always call me kid? I'm not that much younger than you."

"Yeah you are. You're not even an adult yet!" Dean ruffles Seth's hair to add to his point. "Maybe we'll talk new nicknames when you hit 18."

The younger playfully slaps Dean's hand away. "You're such a dick!" Seth yells, before ruffling Dean's hair in return. After a few seconds, he sits up on his knees and inches closer to Dean. He pushes his hair back and laughs at the outcome. "Why is your hairline so far back?"

In what seems like a single second, Dean has Seth pinned to the bed, and he's pointing a finger at him. "We don't talk about it, you got it?"

But it's too late, because Seth can't stop laughing. "Oh my gosh, you have a receding hairline."

Seeing no other option, Dean moves his hands from Seth's shoulders to his stomach and begins tickling. Seth's initial giggles erupt into roaring laughter. "Take it back!" Dean demands.

"C-can't when y-y-you're ti-ckling me!"

"Should have thought about that." Dean says, but he stops anyways. He's looking down at Seth's pink face, and all he can do is smile. "Apologize."

"I'm sorry, I promise." He says. He then reaches up and runs a gentle hand through Dean's hair. "I like your hair."

And there goes Dean's heart, dropping straight into his stomach. The feeling of Seth's fingers in his hair is igniting every emotion he'd felt the night before. Maybe even more, because now the contact comes with the added bonus of looking into Seth's eyes. The younger boy is smiling up at him, seemingly oblivious to the internal warfare going on in Dean's head. He doesn't know what he should do next, but damn, he knows what he wants to do…

"Seth, you awake?"

The voice on the other side of the door belongs to Seth's mother, and it's enough to knock Dean out of the trance he's in. He jumps off Seth just before she walks in.

"Dean, when did you get here?"

At the moment, Dean is too breathless to speak, so Seth answers for him.

"He came over last night so that I could help him with his homework. You guys were already sleeping so I didn't ask, sorry."

"Oh nonsense, you both know that Dean is welcome here anytime! How are you sweetie? You hungry?"

"I, uhh..."

"Great! I'll go start some chocolate chip pancakes!"

A/N: Title from the song Crave You by Flight Facilities