Chapter 7

It was late in the evening when the door to Dean's room opened and he entered, looking annoyed and tired but somehow glad to see Seamus.

„Sea?" he asked quietly, hoping he'd be awake.

„Hm?" Seamus answered and turned around.

„We're back," Dean said, standing in the door frame, shifting uncomfortably. He knew it sounded dumb, but that was the only thing he could think of.

„Yay," Seamus grunted, sat up and yawned. Dean noticed that he was shirtless.

„Uh, Sea?" he asked, his voice oddly high-pitched. „Are you... are you naked?"

„Oh, um ... a little bit, maybe," Seamus answered and blushed. Dean's thoughts swirled around uncontrollably. Seamus was naked. In bed. In his bed. His naked skin had been touching his sheets, and the mattress, and the pillows, and oh god ... Dean felt his cheeks growing hot.

„Wait, I'll just...just get dressed," Seamus murmered and climbed out of bed. Dean tried not to stare but failed epicly. He felt a certain breathlessness. When did all the oxygen in this house disappear?

He looked away, staring out of the window and trying really hard to focus. Don't lose it, mate, he thought and catched his breath. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, just breathe slowly. Breathe.

„Uh Dean? Could you hand me ma shirt, please?" Seamus turned to face him. Breathe, Thomas, breathe.

Dean nearly threw the shirt at him. Seamus made a little surprised noise, mumbled a „Thanks" and pulled it over his head. These abs. How did he not notice these abs before?

Dean didn't know. All he did know was that he needed a distraction, and he needed it fast.

He cleared his throat and hoped he wouldn't sound as wobbly as he felt, but somehow he managed to get a whole, normal sentence out of his mouth. „You wanna watch a movie?"

„Sure," Seamus said and suppressed a grin. „Well, you can, uh, look now. I'm done."

Me too, Dean thought and glanced at his Irish lad. How could he smile in a situation like this?

„That is not funny!" he blurted out, his cheeks turning hot immediately again. With an annoyed snort he walked downstairs. Seamus grinned even more and followed him slowly. He was sure that everything would turn out all right soon.

„Which one do you wanna see?" Dean asked grumpily. He was more confused than ever and Seamus was making fun of him? That was so typical.

„Hm," Seamus said and let his eyes wander over the pretty huge collection of DVDs in the shelves in the living room. He'd been really impressed the first time he'd seen it.

A sudden question appeared in his mind. „But what about your family? Is it okay with them?"

„My parents are going out with my older sisters and brothers and my younger ones are asleep, so don't worry about that," Dean said. His heart skipped a beat or maybe two when he noticed that they were as good as completely alone.

A sudden smile spread over Seamus' freckled face. „That one! That one! Oh, please!" he shouted, jumping up and down in excitement. His injuries were so much better today.

Dean's heart sank as he saw the movie Seamus was pointing at. He didn't want Seamus to see him cry, and this movie was a thousand-percent guarantee to make Dean Thomas cry. He swallowed.

„Are you sure? I mean, Finding Nemo is a child movie, and-"

„I am sure! Please let's see it! Please?" Seamus interrupted him. He pouted and then used his puppy eyes.

Dean sighed. This was a lost war. He grabbed the movie and put it in the DVD player more roughly than needed, while Seamus settled down on the couch, using more than the half of it.

„Move," Dean said, nudged him and sat down. His heart was beating in an unbelievable speed when he pressed Play, but it might've been because of the guy next to him, who just snuggled in closer and let his head drop on Dean's shoulder. Dean decided to just go with it, first because Seamus had had some rough times and second because he enjoyed it. He really did.

The hours went by quickly and the part that always brought tears in his eyes was displayed sooner than Dean had thought. He pressed his lips together and swallowed hardly, looking around in attempt to not start to cry when he noticed that his shirt was soaked. Seamus was crying, tears streaming down his face silently when Dory said „I look at you, and I'm home."

Dean swallowed once more. He didn't want to cry, but seeing his best mate upset hurt so much that he was close. He tried to focus on the movie, but failed. He just couldn't.

Seamus was so close and he was so warm and he smelled like peppermint and cinnamon and Dean really wanted to kiss him right now. But he knew that he couldn't.

When the end credits started playing, Dean jumped up thankfully. He took the DVD out of the player and said, without turning around, „Wanna see another one? Home Alone is great, you should really see that!"

He hoped that Seamus would have stopped crying when he turned around. He wasn't sure how much his poor heart could handle.

„Yeah, sounds good," Seamus said, his voice surprisingly steady and calm. When Dean returned to the couch, he looked like he'd never cried, except for the reddish lines around his eyes. Dean pressed Play and sat down, leaving a gap of a few centimetres between them.

Seamus fidgeted. He was picking his nails, seeming uncomfortable. Dean tried to follow the movie but watched Seamus instead out of the corner of his eye.

He felt tired and electrified at the same time. Seamus yawned.

Before they both knew what was happening, Dean's arm was around Seamus, and his head laid on Seamus' which was resting on his right shoulder. Their hands touched, fingers intertwined. They both fell asleep quicker than a raindrop falling to the earth.