AN: I'm back! I have no idea what I'm going to write for this chapter so whatever happens I'll be as surprised as you are.
Also I was planning on writing this about seven or eight hours ago but then I found this really funny video video and then Tumblr and yeah
Dean and Cas sat there listening, with their mouths hanging slightly open, as Charlie and Sam told them the real reason why Charlie had taken Cas to that gig. Neither of the two said anything, even after Charlie finished the last sentence. Cas got up and walked out awkwardly, followed by an angry-looking Dean. They were outside the house before either Charlie or Sam realized they were leaving.
"Dean!" Sam called from the doorway. His brother turned around for a second, but he didn't say a word, and soon he had his back towards him again.
Dean looked in front of him and saw that Cas had started running. He stopped walking, stood there thinking for a few seconds, sighed and started running after him. It took a while, but Dean eventually caught up, a few minutes of walking away from his friend's house.
"Cas,"' he said, putting a hand on the black-haired boy's shoulder. Castiel turned around, looked him in the eyes, and kissed him.
Two days. It had been two days and Castiel Novak hadn't talked to any of his friends. Not to Charlie, not to Sam, not to Dean. From two p.m. on Friday (the day of the kiss) to three p.m. on Sunday, he was like a hermit. He did some homework and read a little, but mostly, he just lay in bed, listening to Frank Sinatra, thinking. Wondering why, why did he have to kiss Dean like that? Why couldn't he just control himself?
For two days, Castiel was too embarrassed to leave his room. But at three p.m. on that Sunday afternoon, Cas decided to knock on Dean's door.
Knock, knock
"Sammy, I'm busy! I have a gig next weekend, I need to practise!"
"Not Sam."
Dean's eyes widened slightly at the sound of the familiar, deep voice.
"Cas?"
Dean turned around to see his best friend standing in the doorway, looking at his shoes. He smiled and got up to close the door and give Cas a hug. Cas, however, was too confused to hug him back, so Dean took a step back, trying to catch his friend's eye.
"I'm... sorry. About Friday," said Cas hesitantly.
"It's okay, Cas."
"Can we forget that ever-"
"No."
Cas looked up in shock. "Why not?"
"Because... We must look pretty gay right now," he said, quoting himself, before leaning in to kiss Cas.
"Ew! What the hell?"
"Sam? What the hell, yourself!" Dean said, pulling away quickly. "What are you even doing here?"
"Mom told me to bring you these cookies."
That evening at dinner, John, Sam and Mary kept giving Dean and Cas these weird looks. Dean reacted by staring angrily at Sam, while Cas just looked confused.
AN: I'm sorry about that, I know it feels really rushed and stuff, but I'm all out of inspiration. I loved this story when I started, but now I'm kind of getting tired of it and I didn't want to leave it unfinished so yeah. This might be the last chapter, but perhaps I'll post another one as a sort of epilogue. Idk.
Also, in the process of writing this, I have discovered that I'm probably more of a one-shot person. And I suck at writing. Especially fanfic.