Soft morning light shone down onto the bed, leaving little trails of golden crisscrossed patterns across the warm soft blankets and warming the two sleeping bodies underneath it.
Dean's eyes were closed, but he began to slowly awaken as lights filtered in through the window. Sleepily, he willed his body to wake up slowly as he listened to sweet sound of bird singing outside and the irritating hum of cicadas in the trees. Apart from the animals outside, the only other sound Dean could hear in the room was the soft hushed sounds of breathing.
All at once, Dean suddenly realized that he was curled into a very warm, clingy body and there someone's arm was slung limply across him. Hurriedly, he opened his eyes, expecting to see Sam's face in front of him, but instead finding Castiel's face less than an inch away from his.
Dean fought hard to keep himself from jumping in shock. He had completely forgotten that Cas had slept over with him. Dean's mind swam as the events of the previous day came flooding back into his mind. The band meeting, physics class, getting beat up, Cas showing up to save him, falling asleep together in the same bed. Dean's brain hurt from the thought of it. None if it seemed real. He must still be dreaming. Dean wanted to pinch himself just to check but he was scared that any sort of movement would wake Cas up.
Trying his best to stay perfectly still, Dean attempted to relax and slow his racing heart as he let his eyes scan Castiel's sleeping face. Somehow, Cas was even more beautiful when he slept.
Castiel's spikey blue and black hair stuck up all over the place in an unruly mess. Dean wasn't exactly sure how Castiel's hair could get any messier, seeing that it always looked like he just had sex. Dean wasn't complaining though, he loved Castiel's messy sex hair. It added to his friend's beauty and obvious perfection.
As Dean took in more of Castiel's sleeping face his eyes rested on the boy's pretty plush lips which were damp and slightly parted. Their faces were so damn close that Dean could feel each little breath of air on his face as Castiel breathed. It took pure willpower for Dean to resist the urge to lean forward and close the gap between their lips. Cas was just so damn tempting. It was like taking a kid to the world's biggest sweet shop, but telling him everything was only for decoration. It seemed like Cas was the apple in the garden of Eden and Dean's own mind was that snake trying to whisper in his ear, telling him to grow a pair and take a bite.
As Dean watched Castiel sleep he couldn't help but connect his perfection to be the equivalent of an angel. Cas was the actual embodiment of an angel sent from heaven. That had to be why Cas was so perfect.
Well... his band name was the fallen angels so… maybe he had been kicked out of heaven for his rebellious punk rock ways...
'Oh my God… I am literally overanalyzing the relationship of a band name and a nickname I just gave Cas? What the fuck?' Dean thought to himself with a small smirk on his lips. Sometimes he even confused himself.
Dean wished more than anything that he could stay like this forever, tucked under Castiel's arm, pressed against his body, wrapped in the warm heat he was putting off.
As Dean drank in Castiel's perfection, Castiel's eyelids fluttered before opening and gazing into his own eyes with wonder. Dean couldn't help but think that Castiel's eye seemed even bluer in this lighting.
As the two of them stared silently at each other, a small smirk grew on Castiel's lips. Dean realized awkwardly that he was still staring at Cas. However, he couldn't bring himself to look away as his own lips began to twitch upwards into a smile as well. As he smiled, Dean had to hold back a small wince of pain as his smile pulled sharply at the torn part of his lips.
"Were you watching me sleep?" Castiel asked, that smirk still blossoming across his angelic face.
Dean blushed and held back a moan as he listened to the rough gravely, sound of Castiel's morning voice. If anything it was even sexier than Castiel's normal gruff voice.
As Dean fumbled for an answer he shifted a little before freezing and cursing himself as he began to notice that he had a little morning guest waiting for him inside his pants. 'Why now?' Dean thought to himself in embarrassment.
After a minute, Dean whispered back, "Uh… Maybe…. Anyways, how'd you sleep?"
"Not too bad, your bed is pretty damn comfy Dean. I might need to crash here more often." Cas joked as he watched Dean's face intently.
Dean's face flushed even darker red as he stared back into those intense sparkling blue orbs and said, "I think I'd be okay with that."
Castiel laughed cheerily as he said, "Good, cause we have to do this more often."
"Definitely!" Dean said with a smile on his face.
As they both lay there on their sides facing one another, Dean noted that the two of them were still very close to each other and it didn't seem like Cas was going to move anytime soon. Dean was perfectly happy to stay like this all wrapped up in Castiel's body.
Even Castiel's arm was still draped over him. What made this moment even better was when Dean felt Castiel's thumb absentmindedly start to move slowly back and forth across his arm.
It took a great deal of Dean's will power to force himself to keep his eyes open and not fall asleep on Cas. (Although he was falling asleep again, Castiel's touches didn't really help with Dean's morning wood, which was probably going to become a problem at some point in time)
"How are you feeling today?" Cas asked him, making Dean's eyes pop open again.
Dean looked into Castiel's softening eyes and saw the look of genuine concern on his face. It was clear that Cas didn't even realize that he was rubbing Dean's arm and putting him to sleep.
Dean shrugged slightly, wincing a little in the process as he moved muscles that apparently weren't all too happy with him. "I've been better I guess." He finally said.
Dean would have said he's been worse, which was true, but he wasn't sure that Cas would have been comforted by that.
"Do you need anything?" Cas asked, with worry in his voice as he let his tongue dart out an moisten his lips.
'Yeah, I need you. I need you to kiss me with those glorious lips of yours.' Dean thought as he let his eyes trail after that soft pink tongue. He wished more than anything that he could know what Cas tasted like in every possible way. Dean wanted Cas to be his and his alone. Quickly, Dean pulled himself from his thoughts and brought his eyes back up to look into Castiel's face as he said, "I think I'm good for now."
Just as Dean spoke, his stomach told Cas otherwise as it grumbled loudly, giving its own opinion.
"Are you sure?" Cas asked with a soft bubble of adorable laughter, "I think your stomach is telling me a different story."
Dean's face flushed bright red, heat filling his cheek as he said, "Yeah, uh... my stomach always seems to chime in at the worst times."
"It's all good." Cas said with a smile, "Is it cool if we go down and raid you pantry for some breakfast?"
Dean's mind instantly jumped to himself pushing Cas up against the kitchen counters and kissing him stupid, but this an image of his dad interrupted the thought. All at once it hit Dean that he had no idea if John was home or not. If he was, Dean wasn't sure what he would say to his father about Cas being there without asking if it was okay or not first. Dean hoped to God that John had picked this weekend to stay out.
"Is everything okay?" Cas asked, concern filling his face again at Dean's extended silence.
"Yeah, everything's good, I'm just not sure if my dad's home. If he is, he won't be happy that I didn't tell him I invited you over." Dean explained without getting into too much detail. He figured that Cas would understand. Dean assumed that most parents would be cross if their kids invited someone over without asking first. Little did Cas know that John would give Dean hell if he ever found out about this. It would be even worse if John figured out that Sam was over at Castiel's house.
Cas pursed his lips slightly, understanding Dean's point but still making it into a joke as he said, "Well I did insist."
Dean chuckled and rolled his eyes but in his mind he hoped that Cas never had to find out the cold harsh reality of his father. Dean never wanted Cas to meet the man who had failed to raise him properly and took his anger out on him. He would do anything in his power to prevent Cas from meeting John Winchester.
Dean soon realized that he was going to have to get up eventually though he really didn't want to. He was just so comfortable lying like this and well… once he stood up it would be really hard to hide his obvious boner. Dean didn't want Cas to get the wrong idea. Sure he could pass it off as typical morning wood, Cas would understand that. However, in reality only half of his current hard on was caused by morning wood, most of it was from being close to Cas and staring into his eyes for so damn long.
"I don't wanna get up..." Dean grumbled, burying his head into the pillows.
Cas leaned his head forward and rested his forehead against the side of Dean's head and whispered, "Me either. I wish we could just stay in bed all day."
Dean's heart was racing at a million miles an hour. Castiel was now even closer than before. Dean knew if he turned his head they would literally be nose to nose. Dean couldn't believe it, but he forced himself to stay where he was at. Cas was probably just an affectionate person who liked being in uncomfortably close proximities with people. He was pretty famous after all; Cas was probably used to being in close spaces with other people. Maybe he found comfort in that.
Dean sure as hell found comfort in this, though he was typically more of a loner. It was still just nice feeling like he was protected by someone for a change, even if all of this was strictly platonic. Dean was always the one protecting Sam; he was always the one with bullies on his ass; he was the one who constantly had to watch what he said, so it was nice to feel protected by someone who cared about him instead of the other way around.
"Maybe we could just stay here all day…" Dean whispered softly.
Dean's stomach chimed into the conversation once again making Cas laugh and say, "Yeah well lets at least get food first."
"Ughh..." Dean groaned, "Its soooo far…"
"Oh shut up Dean." Cas said with a snort.
After a minute Dean groaned again and rolled over to get to the side of the bed. However, the moment he moved Dean froze and winced in pain. Everything hurt. His head, his arms, his legs, his stomach, hell even his throat hurt. Each movement he made only brought on more pain.
"Dean?" Castiel asked in concern, picking up on Dean's pain as he placed his hand lightly on Dean's arm. "You okay?"
Dean slowly nodded his head, making lights flash before his eyes even as he said, "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little sore is all."
"Do you need me to get you something for the pain like medicine or an Ice pack maybe?" Cas asked as he too sat up.
"Nah, we'll get some when we go down stairs it all good." Dean said through gritted teeth. The only thing that the pain was good was that it had instantly killed his morning wood. This kind of pain and boners don't exactly work well together. At least it made things easier for him.
Once the wave of pain had passed, Dean slowly proceeded to get up. He tossed back the blankets and gingerly placed his feet onto the floor.
With slow, haltering steps Dean carefully made his way to the window and peered outside. Much to Dean's relief John's truck was nowhere in sight. This meant that John probably wasn't going to be home until at least Sunday night. If he wasn't home on a Saturday morning, there was close to a hundred percent chance that you wouldn't see him until Monday morning.
"Is your dad home?" Cas asked curiously as Dean heard his feet padding softly across the floor behind him.
Dean shook his head and said, "Nope, were good." As he turned back to Cas.
When Dean turned, his face instantly flushed red when he saw Castiel. Dean hadn't realized until now that the boy wasn't wearing a shirt. All Cas was wearing was a pair of boxers and nothing else. Dean quickly let his eyes rake across the firm, muscular, tattooed chest. He wished that he could just reach out at touch that perfectly tanned, smooth skin. Dean wanted to trace his fingers across each and every one of those beautiful tattoos on Castiel's flawless skin. He wanted to hug Castiel tight and burry his face into his neck so he could inhale the perfect scent of his beautiful skin. Dean wanted to spend hours and hours memorizing every last detail of Castiel's warm body as he peppered him with kisses.
As Dean marveled at Castiel's perfection, Dean noticed that Cas's eyes were now slowly trailing up and down his body in a slow, thorough scan. Dean hadn't realized until now that he too was only wearing his boxers.
Dean faintly recalling Cas helping him undress at some point in the night because the fabric was rubbing painfully against some of his injuries.
As they stood there checking each other out, Dean didn't miss the moment when Castiel's eyes looked down and lingered on his crotch area. Dean flushed when his dick twitch curiously in his boxers. He hoped Cas hadn't seen that.
In a moment of weakness, Dean let his own eyes dart down to Castiel's crotch. Dean could have fainted at the sight. It was clear that Cas wasn't hard, but holy shit, just judging by the outline his underwear was making, Cas was fucking big. He was really fucking big.
As he forced himself to tear his eyes away Dean hoped that he wasn't drooling. Though Castiel was definitely a drool worthy person in Dean's eyes he didn't think that it would be appropriate at the moment.
It seemed like at the same moment the two of them looked back into each other's faces and smiled and one another. They had both finished assessing each other and it was back to being normal now. All the awkwardness immediately evaporated from the air as they smiled shyly at each other.
Cas was the first to break the silence between them as he stuttered, "Well, uh... you... you wanna go down and get some breakfast?"
"Y-yeah..." Dean agreed slightly breathless from that strange moment that was shared between them. 'Are Castiel's cheeks flushed?' Dean thought to himself silently. 'Oh my God is he blushing? Did I make Cas uncomfortable?' Dean hoped that it was just a trick his mind was playing on him. Dean didn't want to scare Cas away already. That was so far from what he wanted to do.
Dean took a slow step towards Cas and felt his legs nearly give out on him. Apparently his body really wasn't taking too kindly to that beating he had gotten yesterday. Dean was really feeling the burn of it now.
As he took that faltering step forward Dean suddenly found himself falling forward and landing in Castiel's arms. Cas had moved with lightning quick reflexed and hooked his arms underneath Dean's too keep him from hitting the ground.
"Woah, hey, Dean it's alright. We can take this slow." Cas soothed as he sunk to the ground, Dean still clutched securely in his arms.
"I'm fine Cas. Honestly." Dean tried to tell him as Cas pulled kept his arms around Dean in a protective, cradling manor.
"Like hell you are!" Cas exclaimed with disapproval prominent in his voice. "You were just about to have a face full of floor for breakfast if I didn't catch you."
"I just got up too fast okay." Dean said trying to give Cas a lame excuse while still letting Castiel hold him close. Dean couldn't remember the last time he had been held like this. It was probably back when his mom was still around. Dean couldn't help but loose himself in the moment. It was nice being cared for by someone else. It felt really damn nice. Not that he would admit that. He was a nerd yes, but he still wasn't one for chick flick moments. Well... every now and then some doctor who feels would hit him, but it was never any girly moments that involved real life situations. He still had to be the strong big brother who got his ass kicked so Sam wouldn't get hurt instead.
"You are the most stubborn, thickheaded nerd I have met in my entire life." Cas groaned with a sarcastic roll of his eyes.
"I've heard." Dean said, chuckling lightly. His head was still spinning just a little bit as he looked into Castiel's perfect face.
Dean seemed to be in some sort of trance when he looked into that face. Cas could seriously make the pain fade from Dean's body with a simply glance. It was strange, maybe it was just the effects of being hit in the head so hard yesterday, maybe it was just his morning brain (both the upstairs and the downstairs one) trying to process everything or... Or maybe it was the fact that Castiel was right here so close to him. Maybe it was the fact that all of a sudden Castiel was looking at him with a strange intense look on his face. Maybe it was the fact that they only seemed to be half an inch away from each other's faces.
Dean's forest green eyes were stuck on Castiel's deep soulful blue ones. He swore that those eyes held the key to heaven and hell alike. Cas was the sun, the sea and the sky all wrapped up into one punk rock ball of perfection. He was fire and ice fighting for control. Cas was honestly everything that Dean ever wanted and suddenly it seemed like he was leaning just a little bit closer to him now.
Were they leaning in? Was Castiel's face getting closer to his? Dean's heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest. They must be closer. Dean didn't remember Castiel's nose being that close to his a second ago. Were they closer? They had to be
Dean quickly broke eye contact with Castiel for a split second as he let his eyes dart down to those perfect lips of his. Those perfect pale lips and that beautiful pink tongue darting out between them to trail softly across his lips. Dean could have fainted as he drank in the sight of Castiel's now split slick lips. They were beautiful and glinted softly in the dim lighting of the room. Dean felt like he couldn't breathe as his lungs screamed for air. 'Holy fuck yes he is closer. Is this really going to happen?' Dean screamed in his mind.
Dean let his eyes lift back up to Castiel's slowly and what he saw made his mouth water. There was a look of hunger and desire in those blue lust blown eyes. A look that screamed a million promises of love, desire, protection, adventure and danger all wrapped into one beautiful moment.
Suddenly, Castiel's head was moving in and just about to close the gap between them when suddenly, the loud ringing sound of a cell phone broke through their moment and made the two of them jump apart.
Dean hid his look of disappointment as his heart now raced in shock rather than excitement. Castiel hurriedly leaned away from Dean, avoiding eye contact as his cheeks stained a dark pink color as he asked, "Is that my phone? I think that's my phone. Give me a sec."
Dean's cheeks heated and he watched sadly after Cas as the boy let go of him and stood up. He leaned against the side of the bed and tried not to let his eyes trail after the mostly naked Cas. It wasn't an easy task to accomplish, but embarrassment from the previous moment helped him with that.
'Leave it to me to mess up and misinterpret a moment like that.' Dean scolded himself. He couldn't believe he had almost let himself kiss Cas. Dean had no idea if that's what Cas even wanted. This whole head injury thing from yesterday was seriously testing his level on control and thought process. 'Fuck, Cas probably didn't even see that moment the same way I did. What the hell? Get a fucking grip on yourself!' Dean screamed in his head. He had been so stupid and now things were probably going to be awkward between them. That was seriously the last thing he wanted right now.
From the other side of the bed, Dean heard Cas answer the phone and say, "Jesus Gabriel, nothing like calling at ass o-clock in the morning. What the fuck do you want?"
Cas was silent for a minute before Dean heard, "I don't think he cares. Beside, I'm staying over for longer."
There was silence again, before Cas let out an annoyed huff of air and called to him, "Dean, do you care if Sam stays over at my place longer? Gabriel is insisting that I ask you."
Dean poked his head up over the bed so he could see Cas as he said, "No I don't care. He can stay until your folks kick him out if he wants."
A small smile tugged at the corners of Castiel's mouth as he relayed this information back to his brother through the phone.
"Next time don't fucking call me this early. I don't even remember the last damn time you woke up this early on a weekend. Has hell frozen over?" Cas asked with a note of irritation returning to his voice.
Cas was quiet again as he listened to what Gabriel had to say. As Cas listened, Dean slowly lowered himself back onto the floor, feeling weak and tired even from only using a small amount of energy.
Once Cas got off the phone, he quickly rushed back to Dean's side and asked, "You doing alright? You look a little pale."
"I'm doing just peachy..." Dean snorted softly.
Castiel's eyes were still filled with concern for him so Dean said, "I'm sure it looks worse than it feels." Dean knew that was probably a lie even as he heard the words fall off his lips. He didn't want to look in the mirror because he was sure that what looked back at him would be a nightmare. If his face was any reflection of what Dean felt right now, then he really should be worried.
"No, you actually don't look too bad and that's why I'm worried." Cas said lightly, as he placed his hand gently on Dean's arm. "I don't think you're telling me how bad it really is. Those guys got you real good yesterday."
"I'm fine I swear." Dean insisted, refusing to make eye contact with Cas. He didn't want another tense moment between them like that. Not right now anyways, not until he was sure it was something that Cas wanted too. Though he didn't have high hopes of Cas ever wanting to be anything more than friends. Dean was okay with that too, granted, a relationship with him would be amazing, but he would take what he was given. He always had. Dean never expected much, nor did he expect to get what he wanted, but he always just took what he was given and moved on.
Sam deserved better things than he did. Sam was better than he was. There was no doubt in Dean's mind about it. Sam deserved the world, and Dean was determined to give up his own just so his brother could have the best childhood he could get given their circumstances.
"Here, you should get back into bed and I'll make something for breakfast." Cas said as he carefully curled his hand around Dean's arm and slowly pulled upwards.
"No, that's not fair!" Dean insisted as Cas helped him sit on the side of the bed. "I mean, you're the guest! I should be making you food!"
"Not when you're like this you're not." Cas said with an incredulous look at Dean. "There's no way I'm letting you make something when you can barely walk to the window and back."
"But-"
"No Dean. I'm serious. Think of me as your personal, chief, maid, servant, guardian type... thing..." Cas said as he awkwardly trailed off at the end of his sentence, causing Dean to laugh loudly.
His chest ached as he laughed but it was completely worth it just to see Castiel's cheeks heat up embarrassment while his lips curled up at the corners to reveal a small flash of his glinting white teeth. "Shut up Dean." Cas murmured as he covered his face and laughed shyly.
That only made Dean smirk in triumph leaving Cas to roll his eyes and feign irritation when he asked, "You do like eggs right? And furthermore, are there eggs downstairs?"
Dean lay back on the bed carefully, trying not to strain himself any further as he nodded and said, "Yeah, eggs are good. I like eggs. We should have some in the fridge..."
He knew that there was no point in trying to fight against Cas. It was clear that he wasn't going to be allowed to get up for now. Cas would probably end up pinning him down to the bed if it got him to stay in place. (Not that Dean would complain if that happened, nor would that prompt him to stay still) but he didn't really see the point in fighting it, so he just decided to let Cas do what he wanted.
"Awesome!" Cas said with a beam as he picked up the TV remote from Dean's side table and added, "Here's the remote in case you get bored. I'll be back in like ten minutes, so if you even fucking try to get up I'll personally-"
"Calm down, calm down, I promise I'll be good." Dean said with a soft smirk. Over the years, Dean had to learn to follow the rules even if he didn't like them, whether it was his dad's rules, his teacher's rules, his bullies rules, or made by his small collection of friends. Dean always had to listen to everyone else. He had never felt like he was allowed to make his own decisions. That's why it was so hard trying to be around Cas. There was no one to tell him how to act or feel. He was all on his own and it scared him a little bit.
His sexuality was honestly one of the only things about himself that he had determined on his own (Besides his taste in music). Being gay wasn't something he had been told to be, that was just who he was and who he had always been. No one had told him to be gay which is why he now found himself so alone and scared. Everyone else he knew seemed to be straight and they all looked down on homosexual people. That just made him even more insecure and was the reason why he kept his sexuality to himself most of the time. No matter how much he accepted his own sexuality it still felt wrong society always said how wrong being gay was.
Dean quickly shook off the thought as he reached up and took the remote from Cas. "Thank you." Dean breathed as he let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes as he laid his head back into his pillow. He hated how off track his thought could get. It proved to be very distracting at times.
"I'll be right back." Cas said brightly, causing Dean to open his eyes again and watch him as he bounded off towards the kitchen.
Once he was gone, Dean was left with nothing more than his thoughts again. Always a recipe for disaster, but Dean was almost too tired to focus his thoughts on anything anyways. It was surprising how much getting your ass kicked wore a person out.
Slowly, as his body screamed in protest, Dean rolled over and curled into a tiny ball underneath the blankets. Then, as he waited for Cas to return he flicked through the various shows on Netflix until he finally settled on one of his favorite episodes of Torchwood.
He let the show play softly throughout the room as he tried to focus on some of the good things in his life for a change. Dean was growing tired of looking at the negatives in life. There were just so many of them. Maybe it was time to try and change something, at least until he was feeling better. It might help the recovery process just a little bit.
Dean's thoughts first flicked to Sam, his wonderful pain in the ass little brother. He inwardly hoped that he was having a good time with Gabriel and Balthazar. At least he was sure that his brother was in good hands. He trusted Castiel and everything that he said completely. That was probably a stupid mistake on his part, since he had no reason to trust Cas, but he just seemed so believable about everything. It was hard not to believe the things that Cas said.
Slowly, Dean's thoughts began to shift from his little brother and onto the boy who was currently cooking food in his kitchen. Dean envisioned what Castiel was doing right now.
He pictured Cas standing shirtless in front of the stove with his sleepy sex-like morning hair as he cooked breakfast and ran his fingers through his black and blue hair. The thought along was nearly enough to make Dean moan a little. He almost considered going into the kitchen himself just so he wouldn't have to imagine that image, but the sharp jabbing pain in his ribs told him to stay where he was.
Instead, Dean let his mind travel further and further away from his show as he focused more and more on Castiel. Dean thought of what it would feel like to have Cas hovering above him, his body just barely pressing down against his. Castiel's hair tickling his cheeks and neck as the boy leaned down to kiss a line up his jaw. Dean sighed, trying to inhale the scent of Cas off the pillow he had been sleeping on. If he closed his eyes, he could still believe that Cas was still there beside him. He longed for a day where he could wake up beside Cas every single day of his life.
Dean wished he could kiss those perfect lips. 'Why did Gabriel's phone call have to ruin the fucking moment!' Dean thought to himself. 'We were so close. I almost think that Cas wanted us to kiss. I could practically taste him on the air.'
Dean sighed and rolled over onto his back, spreading his arms in defeat and ignoring the pain that tore through his body.
"You alright?" Cas asked from the doorway, making Dean jump a little.
"Ah-" Dean yelped in pain as he flinched. He hadn't even heard Cas arrive, hell he hadn't even heard him clattering around in the kitchen. Maybe he had just been too deep in his thoughts to notice. "Y-yeah... I'm good." Dean murmured after a second. "Just thinking is all."
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Cas said apologetically, "Whatcha thinking about?"
Dean's cheeks flushed, he was thankful that his curtains were still shut, leaving his room a little darker than normal. Maybe if he was lucky Cas wouldn't notice the blush creeping up his cheeks.
"Nothing really... Just... just stuff." Dean said vaguely.
Cas walked over to the bed, two plates in his hand as he said, "Seems like some pretty deep stuff judging by that sigh I heard."
"It's nothing. Honestly." Dean said, smiling softly at Cas, hoping that he would drop the subject. 'Yeah, nothing meaning I'm thinking about how much I wanna rip all of your clothes off right here and kiss the shit out of you.'
Cas shrugged and said, "Whatever you say. I suppose the Doctor must have some secrets after all."
Dean smirked and rolled his eyes as Cas handed him a plate of food. As he took the plate, the wonderful smell of it reached his nose and filled the room. He could tell right away that Cas knew how to work his way around a kitchen. Dean couldn't help but think about how hot that was. "Thanks Cas." Dean said happily as Cas sat down beside him on the bed.
"I hope you like it. By the way, I also found pie in the fridge. It kinda just seemed suiting I guess." Cas said as he gestured towards the plate in Dean's hands.
"No way, we had pie down there?" Dean gasped in shock, his eye flitting instantly to the plate.
"Yeah, it was just sitting there in the fridge, it was pecan. I wasn't sure if you liked pie or not, but I figured it was worth a shot." Cas explained as he picked up his fork and carefully cut away a bite of his eggs.
"Dude." Dean said, opened mouthed with joy, "I fucking love pie! I could live off of pie!" 'How the hell did he know I liked pie! He must be fucking magical or some shit.' Dean thought to himself.
A huge smile split across Castiel's face as he said, "Damn, thank God I wasn't sure if you would like it or not. I just figured that pie makes everything better."
"You're fucking right it does!" Dean said as he scooped away a big forkful of the pie. "And pecan is my favorite!"
"Well lucky me for bringing you the perfect breakfast." Cas snorted as laughed at Dean.
Dean's face melted into bliss as the pie touched his tongue. A rainbow of flavors exploded across his mouth, leaving him nearly drooling from its perfection. There was nothing that could compare to the taste of pie in Dean's books. 'Well, except for maybe Castiel's lips.' Said a small voice in the back of his mind.
"Jesus Dean, don't cream your pants now. It's just pie." Cas teased as he watched Dean with rapt attention.
Dean instantly felt his face flush red with embarrassment. In his pie heaven he had momentarily forgotten that he wasn't alone in the room.
When he peaked over at Castiel, Dean couldn't help but notice that his cheeks seemed to also be flushed and his eyes were kinda wide. Cas even seemed just a little breathless, but Dean quickly looked away and brushed it off as his imagination and the strangeness of the moment between them. 'Cas has to think I'm fucking nuts...' Dean thought to himself, his cheeks felt even warmer than before.
"I-uh... sorry..." Dean murmured, "I uh-... I just really like pie..."
"What? No! I never would have guessed!" Cas gasped feigning shock, as he spoke his voice seemed to waver just a little bit.
Dean laughed his cheeks still very warm, as he refused to make eye contact with Cas.
"You know Dean. You're so strange..." Cas murmured softly once Dean had busied himself with his food once again (making sure that he made significantly less noise as he ate this time).
Dean felt his heart sink. 'No, please don't let this happen?' Dean silently begged. 'He's finally realizing just how fucking weird I am. He's probably gonna leave now... I can't believe I scared him off.'
"Wh-what do you mean?" Dean stuttered as he tried to hide the fear and confusion in his tone.
"I mean, you're so shy and quiet, but there is just so much more to you than that. It like there's this whole secret world just hidden inside of your head. I just can't quiet seem to grasp what you're thinking when you're off in that invisible world. Gabriel was right... I see it in your eyes. It's confusing and mystifying. There is just so much mystery to you Dean Winchester." Cas murmured, softly. As he spoke, Dean looked up slowly and looked into Castiel's face. His brilliant blue eyes seemed to just scan his face in wonderment. Like he was truly trying to see into his soul and find everything that was hidden there. Cas paused for a moment before he leaned in just a little closer and whispered, "I can't wait to find out all the wonderful secrets you're hiding away from everyone. You've got a beautiful soul Dean..."
Dean was breathless, he didn't know what to say, and Cas was once again in his personal space bubble. He was sure his heart was gonna explode. Cas was mystified by him CAS WAS MYSTIFIED BY HIM. Dean wanted to kiss him. He wanted to smash their lips together and make everything just perfect between them. Just as he was about to move though, Cas pulled his head back and took another bite of his food.
Dean's heart fell, another missed opportunity... 'It's not like you'd actually have the guts to do it anyways. It's only your little damn fantasy Dean. Nothing more.' He told himself forlornly.
"So what are we watching?" Cas asked as he looked up towards the screen.
"Torchwood." Dean said as he cleared his throat and looked up too.
"Ah, I've watched a bit of this, always had a little trouble getting into it though. It's a lot different than Doctor Who... more CSI like, Less aliens, more killing... Kinda weird…"
"Yeah, but Harkness!" Dean exclaimed in awe. He had to admit, John Barrowmen was one of his 'gay things'. Dean could go on for hours about him.
"Yeah... true... but still… he's in Doctor Who too..." Cas said with a soft shrug of his shoulders.
"Did you ever finish Torchwood all the way though?" Dean asked with a curious glance at Cas.
Cas shook his head and said, "Nah... I stopped partway through season one."
Dean threw his head back and groaned as he said, "Noooo Cas... You have to watch at least a little more of it than that. I mean, yeah it can't beat Doctor Who, but Harkness." Dean moaned softly, emphasizing his point before adding sadly, "And you can't forget about him and Ianto."
"Ianto? Is that the weird little assistant guy?" Cas asked, "Him! He was in that one Doctor Who episode, I remember that." Cas exclaimed as he pointed up at the screen as he appeared.
"Yeah him." Dean said fondly. One thing he loved about BBC shows is that they were completely chill with homosexual relationships. It was just so casual throughout a lot of the series, where as if it was an American show, people would go batshit crazy if a homosexual couple was even mentions. 'America's fucked up logic... Fighting over all the wrong things...' Dean thought somberly to himself.
"Didn't Ianto have a girlfriend or something at the start of the series?" Cas asked squinting his eyes.
"Yeah, but she died..." Dean said softly, "Then him and Jack get together and holy shit it is hot and adorable all wrapped into one perfect little ball."
Dean gave Cas a sideways glance and saw him smiling softly. He couldn't help but wonder what could be running through Castiel's mind. 'I'm really not the mysterious one. I'm like an open book.' Dean thought. 'Cas is the one shrouded in secrets and mystery.'
"So you're chill with gay couples?" Cas asked carefully.
Dean considered the question carefully before thinking 'What the hell' and saying, "Hell yeah I am. I usually find them cuter than straight couples to be completely honest."
Cas was silent, his eyes focused on the screen above.
Dean chewed on his lip. What were Castiel's thought on this? Did he just loose his friend now because of his own personal views? Was Cas religious? He hadn't even thought to ask. Maybe he thought this was wrong... maybe Cas hated him now...
"You know... I don't find very many people who say that..." Cas murmured. He suddenly looked over at Dean and gave him a wide smile. "It's nice to see that someone finally sees things the same way as me. You're different… I like that."
Dean's jaw almost dropped. He tried his best to not to look dumbfounded at Castiel's answer. This was a miracle. How was Cas so perfect. "Maybe I need to give the show another chance. At least for The Jack/Ianto relationship." Cas said with a soft smile.
"Y-yeah... You really should..." Dean said still in shock.
"So, while were here, you wanna start watching Sherlock?" Cas asked with a wicked smile.
"S-sure why not." Dean answered. He really didn't care what they did, because right now he was simply trying not to get a hard on from the way that Cas was looking at him. That was something easier said than done.
As Cas looked for Sherlock on Netflix, Dean set aside his now mostly empty plate.
"Thank you for breakfast Cas." Dean murmured as he settled back under the blankets. "It was really great! I owe you one."
Cas smirked, glanced at him from the corner of his eye and winked at him. Dean's heart leapt in his chest and he almost began to hyperventilate.
The fucker had winked.
Cas really had to stop doing that before Dean grabbed him and smashed him up against a wall and kissed him stupid. That was bound to happen eventually if Cas didn't stop doing shit like that. Dean's level of control could really only go so far before he snapped.
"H-how many seasons of Sherlock are there?" Dean asked curiously as he watched Cas from the corner of his eye.
"Three, but their coming out with season four soon. Even though they've taken a billion years to do so." Cas groaned in disappointment.
"Huh..." Dean hummed, deep in his thoughts.
Just as Cas was about to start the show Dean exclaimed, "Woah! Wait what the fuck! Does that say nine episodes?"
Cas laughed and said, "Yeahh..."
"I thought you said there was three seasons!" Dean said in confusion.
"There are…" Cas said with a smirk on his face. "Three seasons, nine episodes, three episodes a season..."
"What! That's total bullshit!" Dean said with a laugh.
"Tell that to everyone in the fandom who has to wait ten billion years between each season." Cas said bitterly.
"How long are the episodes?" Dean asked incredulously.
"About an hour in and a half, but still not nearly enough screen time..." Cas said as he started the show. "But it's totally worth the watch."
Then the two of them proceeded to watch the entire first season together, Cas snuggling up against Dean and tossing his arm around his shoulders protectively. Dean secretly wished that everyday could be like this. Everything just felt so... so right. Dean knew that he belonged with Cas and he hoped that one day it would happen eventually.
The hours passed by faster than Dean could have imagined.
He and Cas laughed and joked, poking fun at each other and completely losing themselves in the show. After they had gotten through the first season they ended up switching shows and watching a large variety of other things on Netflix.
When Castiel's stomach growled hours later he had vanished downstairs only to return less than ten minutes later with sandwiches, sodas and chips in hand. Dean swore that Cas knew his own kitchen better than he did. Not to mention that Cas had made the best sandwiches Dean had ever eaten in his entire life. He decided that guys who could cook like Gods were his new turn on.
When they grew bored of watching Netflix they decided that they needed to get up and stretch their legs a little bit, that was when Dean's old guitar was pulled out.
"Wow..." Cas breathed, "She is a beauty. I can't wait to teach you how to play her..."
"I remember my best frie- someone that I used to hang out with bought it for me for my fifteenth birthday." Dean explained, trying to push back the thoughts of the person who had left him behind. "He knew I had always wanted to become a rock star."
Cas was looking at Dean with that penetrating stare again as he asked, "Dean, are you alright?"
"Y-yeah... I'm fine." Dean lied, shaking off his thoughts of the past.
"You do know you can tell me anything. I'm not one to judge, I mean, we've all got some kind of darkness in our past, right." Cas said with a slightly pained smile.
Dean remained silent, watching as Castiel's fingers drifted over the guitar strings absently.
After a moment, the silence was broken when Cas looked down at the guitar again and began to play a few notes.
Instantly Cas winced and said, "Shit Winchester, you do know that guitars need to be tuned every once and a while even if you don't play it."
Dean smirked, dark thoughts immediately pushed to the side as he said, "Yeah, well, honestly I never learned how to tune it either."
Cas bowed his head in mock disappointment before saying, "I can't believe you. How long have you had this thing? Roughly three years and you can't even tune it?"
Dean laughed and said, "Well when it is tuned I can halfway play the intro to 'Sweet Child O' Mine' and the intro to 'Some Kind of Monster'. YouTube was very helpful."
"Well, at least you can play something, but before you know it I'm gonna teach you to play much more than that." Cas said as he quickly began to tune Dean's out of whack instrument.
As the guitars notes hummed through the air Dean was drawn back to the past. He remembered when he had first received the guitar. Dean had been so excited, happy, and shocked. His friend had even offered to teach him to play, though his friend could barely play either. He had said they could learn together using YouTube and such. That hadn't really happened though; neither of them could focus on it long enough or chose the same song to learn. Soon they had both given it up and moved onto other things. It wasn't long after that however that Dean had scared off said friend who had sworn never to leave him.
As Cas lost himself in the tuning of the guitar, Dean took a deep breath and asked, "Have you ever told something that ruined everything?"
Cas stopped for a moment and looked up at Dean. He could feel the other boys eyes on his face, but Dean couldn't bring himself to look up at him.
"What do you mean?" Cas asked.
"Like something you regretted telling someone and still regret to this day." Dean said, trying to explain his point further.
"Course I have. I've done a lot of stupid shit in my past, though never quite as stupid as the things my brother has done." Cas said, with a small laugh, trying to keep the mood in the room light. "Why are you asking?"
"I-I just- I don't know. It was a stupid question." Dean said, quickly shaking his head and trying to drop the subject all together.
"Dean you need to stop running from your demons. You can't run forever, even The Doctor had to stop running at some point." Cas said as he put the guitar aside and scooted closer to Dean.
Dean took a deep breath, which he instantly regretted since he found himself wincing in pain from the bruises on his body. Cas was right, and Dean hated that. He didn't want Cas to be right. Dean just wanted to run as fast and as far as he could until his past was just a glimmer of nothingness on the horizon. Unfortunately, that just wasn't how life worked. You were always stuck with you past; you decisions and choices would follow you until the end of time. Dean didn't have a time machine to go back and change his past. He knew that even if he accepted his choices he would still never love himself the way he should. How could he, after everything that had gone wrong in his life, after he broke everything he ever touched? Dean was a screw up and he knew it.
"You don't want to hear about my problems Cas." Dean scoffed, "I don't want to burden you with them either. I'm not worth the time."
Castiel's face grew almost angry as he growled, "I don't ever wanna fucking hear you say that ever again. You are worth the time Dean Winchester. I don't care about your past or what you may have done. I just wanna know you now. I wanna know what makes Dean Winchester tick. So, don't you ever say that again. You are worth the time to me. Always."
Dean's cheeks flushed and he looked at a small glint of light reflecting off of his forgotten guitar.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that part out loud. See, I'm just a problem, I'm always upsetting someone else." Dean apologized.
Castiel's face softened as he placed on hand on Dean's leg and said, "Look at me. Please just look at me."
It took some time, but Dean finally brought himself to look at those brilliant TARDIS blue eyes flecked with the colors of the stars in the night sky. In those eyes was held the whole of time and space, the whole of reality, and lifetime of unending dreams and love. It seemed like a whole galaxy could be held in that glorious face of perfection. Once Dean looked into those sparkling orbs of light he couldn't bring himself to look away. Maybe Cas was the time machine he needed to make everything okay. Maybe Cas was the one who could make him forget about the past and only focus on the future. All he needed to do was keep Cas by his side as long as possible.
In his trance like state Dean heard Cas whisper, "I swear to you that you can tell me anything and I will never repeat it to another living soul. I won't push you for anything you don't wanna share with me, but I don't want you keeping things from me. I am simply here to listen and be you friend. You can tell me anything I promise you."
"W-why are you so nice to me Cas?" Dean asked in wonderment, he was baffled by the boy's complete and utter honesty. He could see the truth in those gleaming eyes. Cas truly meant every word of what he was saying and somehow, Dean trusted him more that he had ever trusted anyone in the entire world. Cas just had one of those faces that you just instantly trusted. Even through his bad boy façade Cas just had this aura that drew people to him.
"Because I think you're a great guy Dean. Besides, you're the Doctor, how could you not love the Doctor? Especially, if you're one of his companions… You know as well as I do that he should never travel alone. I'm ready for our adventures together through time and space."
Dean snorted and rolled his eyes, "You're not gonna come off of that one are you?"
"What? Calling you the Doctor?" Cas asked with a small attractive tilt of his head.
"Yeah." Dean said with a nod.
"Nope! Never. That's your new nickname!" Cas answered with a wicked smirk on his face.
Dean just shook his head and laughed as he said, "Well I guess that just makes me a madman with a blue box."
"But hey, who says there anything wrong with that?" Cas exclaimed happily.
Dean laughed in disbelief. Cas was one of the strangest, most confusing people in the entire world. To Dean, that just made him even more interesting and attractive.
When their laughter died down Cas finally sobered up again and asked, "So, uh, Dean. What did you wanna tell me?"
Dean's cheeks flushed scarlet as he remembered what had even started this conversation.
"Ah, never mind. It's not important." Dean said brushing the topic off.
Castiel's lips tightened slightly, but he didn't press Dean any further. Instead he just said, "If you change your mind just let me know okay."
Dean simply nodded and went back to watching Cas tune his the guitar, which was soon followed by simple, easy to memorize lessons.
By the end of an hour Dean's fingers felt like they had been gnawed on by a thousand hungry hamsters. Playing the guitar was a lot harder (and more painful) than he had expected it to be.
Once the guitar had been put away for the day they ordered pizza and just hung out and swapped personal stories with one another.
Dean learned that Castiel's parents were basically out of the picture. Their oldest brother Michael, who was in college, looked after and cared for Cas and Gabriel while their parents were busy on business trips and such. Since Balthazar was now in the band, he hung out with Cas and Gabe a lot so Michael usually just let him stay over for days at a time. According to Cas, Michael would always tell them, 'I don't really care when the hell you lot do as long as you stay out of trouble and don't get anyone pregnant.'
That thought kinda made Dean laugh to himself. He tried to imagine someone like Gabe or Balthazar trying to take care of a baby. They probably wouldn't know what to do with the damn thing.
From what Dean was learning about Cas, it seemed like him and his brother got to do just about anything they wanted whenever they wanted. Somehow, perfect Castiel had a life that seemed just as perfect as he was. Dean supposed that was just something that came with the whole fame thing and here he was, getting to know his idol on a first hand basis. Dean was just overwhelmed with shock and joy.
Some reality was brought into Castiel's life story when Cas told him that having his entire family in the house at the same time was a rare occasion for them. They all made sure that it didn't happen too often.
Judging by the stories that Cas told him, their whole family in one room was just a natural disaster waiting to happen. Gabriel's pranks usually got out of hand while Cas and his father fought a lot and Michael and his mom typically just made things worse by butting into the situation. His house sounded like a warzone with his parents around.
Maybe Castiel's life wasn't so perfect after all, but it was still pretty damn close to it.
Meanwhile, Dean shared stories about his family with Cas. He told him how his dad often drank too much and could sometimes have a bit of an attitude when he was drunk. (Dean purposely under exaggerated the description of his father. He didn't need to explain to Cas that their father usually got violent when he was drunk. Dean didn't need to get into the details of how he was always the one to get the brunt of his father's anger, or how John would basically turn into the hulk by throwing and smash things in the middle of the night) Then he moved on to tell Cas that his mother had died in a house fire when Sam was only six months old and basically raised his brother. He also went on to say how Sam was working towards getting into law school and was hella smart. Dean left himself out in most of this story because he hated his own personal past and his own life stories. If Cas noticed this, he didn't say anything about it.
When the pizza had arrived they soon moved their conversation on from family talk and began discus their interest which ranged from movies to comics to even books that they had read.
Dean was literally in heaven by the time they had finished eating. He couldn't have imagined a better day given the circumstances he was facing. The day had been so fun that Dean didn't realize that it was nearly eight pm until Sam came trapesing in the door telling Cas that Gabriel and Balthazar were waiting outside for him when he was ready.
Dean watched as Castiel's face fell in disappointment. "Damn... it's funny how time flies when you're with a time lord."
Sam's face scrunched in confusion as he asked, "Uh, Cas, did you just call my brother a time lord?"
"Yeah." Cas said with a small shrug. "It just seemed to fit him."
Sam shook his head and laughed as he said, "Jesus Cas, don't fuel his obsession with Doctor Who. He already quotes that show to me on a daily basis."
Cas shot Dean a sidelong look and smirked as he said, "We should make great friends then."
Dean gave Cas a guilty smile as he asked, "Do you have everything?"
Cas nodded and said, "Yep! I'll help you carry the plates and crap into the kitchen though."
"Nah, it's cool. I got it Cas." Dean said, brushing the offer off.
"I'm serious. It will only take a minute and it mean's I can stall and stay a little longer." Cas told him as he brushed by Dean and walked back towards Dean's room.
"Thanks for helping out Cas." Dean said with a soft smile once they entered the dark room.
"Not a problem Dean." Cas said smiling over at him with those brilliant sparkling teeth. "I didn't wanna leave things mess."
"No, I don't mean just with this. I mean with everything; for watching out for me and taking care of me today." Dean explained. He wished he could tell Cas how grateful he was for everything he had done, but Dean was sure that he'd never be able to find the right words.
Cas stopped and stood, looking at Dean with a sneaky little smile on his lips. After a second Cas whispered, "I know, and you're welcome."
The two of them soon emerged from the room and took their dishes into the kitchen. When they were finished they both knew that Cas had to leave. Balthazar and Gabriel could only be so patient before they just ended up leaving Cas here. (Not that Dean would necessarily take that as a bad thing)
"Night Sam!" Cas called as Dean and Cas walked past the living room where Sam was currently watching a rerun of Criminal Minds.
"Later Cas!" Sam called back, "And hey, don't forget to study for that psych test on Monday."
"Damn, I forget about that..." Cas grumbled, "Fucking Missouri kills me sometimes. Thanks Sam."
"No problem, see ya!" Sam answered, going back to watching his show again.
Dean walked Cas to the door. He wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss the boy, but he wasn't exactly sure that it would be appropriate at the moment. Dean figured if he was going to fuck up their friendship he might as well make it last as long as possible before he stole a kiss that could ruin everything between them.
"Thanks for hanging around Cas." Dean said gratefully.
"Anytime Dean. I enjoyed it, though maybe we can hang out under different circumstances next time." Cas said with a soft smile.
Dean chuckled bitterly and said, "Yeah, that would be nice wouldn't it. Maybe next time we can actually get to practice with the band."
Cas smirked and feigned sadness as he said, "Awe I have to share you?"
Dean snorted and tried not to blush as he said, "Not if you don't want to."
"Good. I think I'm gonna be very selfish with you. You're mine, the rest of the band is gonna have to fight for time with you."
Dean rolled his eyes just as a car horn outside called impatiently for Cas.
"Well, sounds like I'm about to be abandoned by my bandmates, so uh... see ya tomorrow maybe?" Cas asked with a cute crooked little smile on his lips.
Dean smiled back as he said, "You have my number. Just tell me when and where and I'll be there."
"What? Is my name River Song now?" Cas snorted.
Dean's face flushed red, because he knew River had been the doctor's wife. He stuttered and stammered, at a total loss for words.
Cas just laughed and said, "You know, cause the Doctor always came when she called him."
Dean nodded and said, "Ah, yes. That's right. You can be River if you want." He had finally composed himself enough for an intelligible answer.
'Good Job Dean. You took something that meant you would always be there as Cas saying he wanted to be more than friends. Good job, good fucking job.' Dean thought bitterly to himself. Leave it to him to misinterpret Castiel's words.
"Right, well I'll get outta your hair now." Cas said, reaching out and pulling Dean into a hug.
Dean's heart raced as he found his body pressed up against Castiel's and his nose buried in the boys super soft blue and black hair.
Hesitantly Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and hugged him back, losing himself in the intoxicating sent of Castiel's hair. To Dean, he seemed to smell of fresh rainwater, something sweet, kinda like the smell of honey, and a subtle but good smelling scent of axe. It was utterly perfect in Dean's mind. Cas smelled like everything Dean had ever wanted.
Their hug seemed to end way too quickly. Dean didn't wanna let go of the perfect, slightly shorter boy in his arms and it didn't seem like Cas wanted to let go either, but another short blast of a car horn was enough to break them apart.
"Are you gonna keep them waiting all night?" Came Sam's voice from the living room. "Save your fanboy conversations for another time."
"Aw shut up Sam!" Cas called with a smirk on his now slightly flushed face as he and Dean disentangled their arms from one another.
"Good Night Dean." Cas breathed quietly as his expression softened and caring.
Dean gazed into those eyes that could hold the universe inside them as whispered back, "Night Cas."
With that, Cas gave him one more soft smile before opening the door and walking outside into the darkening evening.
Dean watched him go for a minute, waving to an impatient looking Gabriel and Balthazar sitting in the driveway before finally turning and shutting the door behind him.
The rest of the night started out peacefully for Dean. He and Sam just relaxed in the living room, munching on leftover pizza and watching TV show reruns. They casually discussed their evenings and questioned each other about how things had gone.
Sam had learned that he and Gabriel had a lot more in common than he had initially thought. His brother informed him that the two of them were best friend material. Balthazar had apparently been snarky and annoying at first but he had soon grown on Sam and the two of them also eventually found things in common with one another.
However, according to Sam, neither boy was fond of the fact that Sam woke up at the ass crack of dawn just about every fucking day. Dean had earned a pretty impressive bitch face when he informed Sam that only douche bags got up that early and woke everyone else up in the process.
When Sam began questioning him about what he and Cas had done all day, Dean had purposefully given Sam as little information as possible. He didn't really want his brother questioning him on if he 'got anywhere with Cas', but of course that question came up anyways.
"So, did you make a move on Cas?" Sam asked curiously.
Dean shook his head and busied himself with a string on his pajama pants. "No, I mean, I just met him and like I said the other day, I don't think he swings that way."
"You know Dean. Sometimes you seem so blind to the obvious. Cas likes you okay. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you." Sam explained.
"You're one to talk. You were only around us for like five minutes."
"Yeah and that's all the time I needed to see it." Sam declared. "He literally gravitates towards you. It's clear that he doesn't have any personal space boundaries in your presence."
"So?" Dean grumbled as his faced flushed red. "He could do that to everyone."
Sam shook his head and said, "No Dean. He doesn't. I've known Cas for a while now and he's never been like that around anyone else. How else can you explain that?"
Dean was silent. He literally had no answer for his brother. So he just said, "Shut up.", which only made Sam smirk in triumph since he knew he had won the argument.
After a strangely long silence between them that atmosphere seemed to grow tense. Dean knew that Sam was literally dying to ask something but was holding back. The tension soon began to drive Dean insane so he glared at his brother and demanded, "What Sam? What is it?"
Sam looked at him with wide confused eyes as he asked, "What is what?"
"Aw come on man, don't give me that bull shit. I know how you are when something is nagging at you. What is it that you wanna ask me?" Dean said in irritation.
"I don't know what your-"
Dean interrupted Sam's sentence by saying, "Don't play that game with me, I know it's something. Just spit it out."
Sam's eyes dropped and there was another, shorter silence in the room before Sam finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Dean... why are you covered in bruises?"
Dean's heart sunk. During the excitement of the day Dean had totally forgotten about his injuries. He had taken some pain medicine not long ago which helped the pain shrivel down into minor an annoyance in the back of his mind. Dean had completely forgotten that he would have at least a few markings to go along with his injuries. To be completely honest he had managed to avoid looking into a mirror at all so he wouldn't have to see himself.
"And don't try to lie to me Dean." Sam added before Dean could say anything.
Dean weighed the odds of lying to Sam. He was pretty sure that his brother would be able to tell almost immediately if he was lying or not. Dean was simply too tired to form a proper lie and Sam wouldn't let him go to sleep unless he was sure that he was hearing the truth. With a resigned sigh, Dean told his brother that he had run into a few guys who didn't like him and Cas had stepped in and stopped them. It was the truth, but he literally gave Sam as few detail as possible.
Sam's face had been filled with concern and he had tried to question Dean further on the matter but Dean had simply told Sam that Cas had dealt with the problem already. Then Dean hurriedly excused himself to his bedroom to escape. Dean was just too tried to deal with his brother and his pressing questions. Once he had escaped to his room for the night, Dean grabbed some clothes and slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Unable to resist Dean looked at himself in the mirror and saw a few bruises on his face and neck. His bottom lip also split and appeared to be slightly swollen. As Dean stripped off his clothes he was sure to examine his other injuries and bruises that had been hidden underneath the fabric. Beneath the clothes was a whole different story. Dean was scratched, scraped and bruised from head to toe. Most of the injuries were new, but there were a few here and there that were from past ass beatings.
Finally he forced himself to walk away from the mirror and finish getting ready for bed. Then with a sleepy yawn Dean proceeded to tuck himself into his warm, soft, empty feeling bed.
Dean already missed the feeling of having Cas sleeping beside him in bed. His bed felt bigger and colder than normal without Cas. To substitute the feeling, Dean built a wall of pillows around his body and buried his face into the pillow that Cas had slept with the previous night. It still had his beautiful scent all over it. Dean wanted to treasure the pillow and guard it for all he was worth. He couldn't help it, Cas just smelled so damn good.
With his head swimming with memories and thoughts of seeing Cas tomorrow, Dean finally was able to fall into a deep, calming sleep.