When Dean woke up the next morning it was really late, well for him anyways. When he looked at his clock Dean managed to decipher that his clock said that the time was 11:30.
Dean groaned angrily and stared at the ceiling. He hated sleeping in late like this, but he figured that he probably needed the sleep. His body was still sore and achy from Friday, but it certainly felt much better than it had yesterday.
When Dean stood up and glanced at his phone he saw that there were three text messages and a missed phone call.
Sleepily, Dean fumbled his hand clumsily across the end table to find his glasses. He knew they were there somewhere, but he just needed to find them. Without his glasses on Dean knew there was no way in hell that he was gonna read any kind of text message on that fucking phone screen. 'I'm blinder than a damn bat...'Dean thought to himself grumpily. 'Guess I can be batman then... or maybe daredevil since I can't see shit right now...'Dean snorted at his own blind joke as his fingers finally closed around the thick dark frames of his glasses. 'Then again... those guys are way cooler than I am...'
Once Dean settled his glasses on his nose, he looked down and saw that the missed call was from his brother. Stiffly, Dean stretched and wondered why the hell Sam was even calling him in the first place. Maybe he had gone somewhere without telling him.
Dean sighed softly and quickly called his brother back. Fortunately for him he didn't have to wait long since Sam picked up on the second ring. By the end of the conversation Dean had learned that Sam and gone to the mall to hang out with some of his friends for a little while. He told Dean he wouldn't be out too late and he promised to be careful. Dean trusted his brother; he usually made pretty smart decisions and could take care of himself well enough on his own.
When Dean got off the phone he saw that one of the messages had been from Sam, telling him where he was at. The other two messages made his heart race just a little as he opened them.
They were both from Cas.
When Dean looked at the time they had been send his heart fell just a little. Cas had sent him these at nine thirty. That was a while ago. He hoped that Cas didn't think he was ignoring his texts.
As soon as his messages loaded, Dean's hungry eyes quickly began to read.
'Hey Dean! What's up? Idk if ur awake yet but we should chill today. Gabe and Balthazar r out getting band crap so they won't be back until probably three thirty or four. If ur feeling up to it u should come over and I can show u the set up we've got going over here.'
Dean heart was pounding in his chest as he moved onto the second message. It was sent about twenty minutes after the first one and said, 'Just text me back whenever u wake up. No rush though, we've got plenty of time'
Hurriedly, Dean's sleepy fingers typed back, 'Hey! Sorry, I just got up. Long night. :/ but if u still want me to come over I can be ready in like 15 mins.'
Dean rushed into the bathroom and started up the shower to let the water get warm as he waited for Castiel's response.
Fortunately, Castiel's response came much faster than Dean had anticipated. He had been reaching under the sink to fetch a towel when he heard his phone buzz on the counter. In his rush to check his phone, Dean accidentally knocked his head against the counter.
"Fuck!" He hissed as he clutched his head for a second. "I swear I am the clumsiest mother fucker ever!" Dean said out loud to himself.
Once the pain went away, Dean snatched up his phone and quickly opened the message.
The room was beginning to get steamy and it started to fog up his glasses as Dean read the text. 'Alright great! Do u need me to come pick u up or will u just drive over here?'
Dean smiled and typed back, 'Don't worry. I've got Baby. I'll drive to u. Just send me ur address so I know where to go.'
Once Dean pressed send he quickly set his glasses aside and got undressed before he rushed into the hot shower and quickly washed himself up.
By the time he had gotten out of the shower and put his foggy glasses back on five minutes later he saw that Cas had already send him the address that he needed and send a smiley face along with it.
Dean wrapped his towel around his waist and rushed into his bedroom. Quickly he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and opened up his closet door. Inside, he was met with a mess of decisions.
"Fucking hell..." Dean said aloud. He took a deep breath and began to dig through his clothes.
'Alright, I need something nice, but not to formal or nerdy. This isn't a date Dean. Remember we're just hanging out.'He thought to himself as he grabbed a pair of blue jeans. Pants were easy; it was the shirt that mattered. Dean supposed he could wear one of the band tees that Sam had bought him, but he was pretty sure that they were both dirty.
Suddenly, an idea stuck him and he rushed to his little brother's room.
Upon opening the door to Sam's room, Dean was met with the strong smell of Sam's shoes and dirty clothing strewn everywhere. Sam's room was nothing short of an utter train wreck. Dean carefully tried to navigate his way over to Sam's closet in hopes of finding a shirt to wear. Yeah Sam was already taller than him (which wasn't fair even though they were only a year apart), but their chests were about the same size. As long as he found a short sleeve shirt instead of a long sleeved one, Dean figured he'd be okay. Well, if any of Sam's shirts were even clean. Judging by how much clothing was on the floor Dean wasn't so sure if he had any clean clothes left.
"I am gonna kill that kid." Dean grumbled out loud as he heard a wooden pencil, hidden from sight, snap underneath his foot. By the end of tonight, Dean was gonna make Sam clean up this fucking room. By the looks of it, Sam's room was on the verge of being a science experiment about to spout legs and walk away.
Dean eventually made it to Sam's closet door without facing any personal casualties along the way. Upon opening the door, Dean was faced with a whole new problem.
Sam's floor was covered in more clothes, school books, regular books and Dean was pretty sure that he even spotted a few different skin mags in the very back of the closet.
Trying to ignore the mess, Dean searched through the few articles of clothes that were still hanging up on Sam's hangers. He had been right to think that 90% of Sam's clothing was strewn across the floor.
Dean warily dared to pick up a shirt from the floor in front of him. It turned out to be a Green Day shirt and Dean was hopeful because it looked like it would fit him pretty well. However, the second that Dean brought it to his face to smell it, he dropped it back on the floor with a look of utter disgust. He had never smelled anything so horrific in his entire life.
With a groan of displeasure Dean glanced at Sam's hung clothing one last time and finally settled on a blue flannel. With a careful sniff Dean concluded that it was clean and washed. He wasn't danger of being knocked out by the horrific smell of Sam's BO this time.
Hurriedly, Dean navigated his way out of Sam's room and back into the safety of his own clean room. Dean stepped into his own closet once more and tugged a plain black shirt free from its hanger.
It wasn't his outfit of choice but it was certainly the best he could hope for at this point. Dean was beginning to realize that he might need to go clothes shopping sooner rather than later.
As an afterthought, Dean grabbed a dark brown leather jacket off its hanger. Dean didn't wear it much, but it was his favorite jacket in the entire world. His father had given it to for his 16th birthday with the Impala. As he threw the jacket on Dean reached up and felt for the necklace that was tucked under his shirt. He smiled softly when he felt the outline of the heavy gold necklace around his neck. The necklace had been a Christmas gift from Sam a few years ago.
Once Dean was completely dressed and mostly happy with how he looked, he rushed back into the bathroom to fix up his hair and brush his teeth. He considered throwing in a pair of contacts just for today, but he decided against it. Dean still needed to save the remaining pairs until it was really important and besides, he was in too much of a hurry to care at this point.
Then he rushed back into his room and snatched his phone off the bed along with the keys to the Impala.
As he ran to the front door Dean shot a quick text to Sam telling him where he was gonna be and a message telling Cas that he was about to leave.
When Dean had looked up the address he had honestly been a little surprised by just how close the two of them lived to each other. They were honestly only about fifteen minutes away from each other if you drove the speed limit. Ten minutes if you drove like Dean did.
Dean cranked up the radio, and rolled down the windows, passing cars by with ease as he tapped his fingers along to Ride the Lightning.
Dean was still lost in the song when he reached Castiel's house only a few minutes later. Part of him wanted to stay and finish listening to the end of the song, but his longing to see Cas got the best of him.
He should have known better than to pick a seven minute song for a drive that he could make in less than that.
Dean quickly rolled up the windows and turned off the Impala's engine silencing her and the heavy guitar solo that had been underway in the song.
When Dean got out of the car and started heading up the driveway he was surprised to see Cas already waiting for him.
His face broke out into a huge smile when he looked at Dean. Dean felt warmth floor though his body and couldn't help but smile himself. It was just too hard not to smile at him.
"I heard you driving down the road." Cas said with a laugh as he nodded towards the parked Impala. "Your music choices still surprise me. I would have never pegged you for a metal head."
Dean's cheeks flushed slightly as he said, "Yeah... well not many people do guess that."
Judging by the heat in his cheeks already, Dean was sure that this was gonna be a long day. He just knew he would be blushing his was though everything that he or Cas said.
"You hungry? Want something to drink maybe?" Cas asked curiously as he lead Dean into the huge house. "Café de la Castiel is now open for business."
Dean couldn't help but laugh at Cas and shake his head incredulously. How was Cas always this bubbly?
"Umm something to drink suppose." Dean finally said with a shy smile.
"Alright. Follow me then!" Cas said with a slight wink.
Dean blushed again and followed Cas as he walked into a massive kitchen.
"Holy shit this kitchen is huge!" Dean exclaimed with wide eyes. He had all but forgotten about the wink that Cas had just given him.
"I know right!" Cas said eagerly. "It's actually almost a little too much kitchen to control. It gets messy pretty easily, especially when Gabriel's in here trying to make something. He's actually the one who uses the kitchen the most."
Dean laughed softly as he let his eyes scan across every inch of the massive kitchen. There was a huge table at one end of the room, which Dean assumed acted as a dining room as well. The counter tops were made of dark black granite and gleamed beautifully against the dark reddish brown cabinets beneath it. The walls were a deep grey color that just seemed to fit the atmosphere and making everything just flow together. The room seemed absolutely perfect.
"Do you wanna beer?" Cas suddenly asked as Dean absorbed the size of the room around him.
"Hmm?" Dean hummed curiously as he pushed his glasses up his noise since they had slipped down his face. Dean turned to look at Cas and found that while he hadn't been looking, Cas had made his way over to the large stainless steel fridge and was now holding a beer out towards him.
Dean glanced at the drink and shook his head saying, "Nah, thanks though. I don't drink. Besides, I'm underage."
A smile tugged at the corners of Castiel's mouth as he said, "Not a rule breaker huh? How about a coke then?"
"Yeah sure. That works." Dean said as he blushed and looked at the floor. He was a goody two shoes and he knew it, but he had no desire to ever start drinking. He was too worried that it would make him turn out like his dad, a careless drunk.
When Cas handed Dean his coke, Dean saw that Cas also had a coke in his hands. "Cas, you don't have to drink soda just because I am. If you wanna beer just go for it."
Cas shook his head and opened his soda. "Nah, been there, done that. I don't like how it tastes."
Dean flushed red and said, "Oh... I knew that."
"Sure you did." Cas said with a wink as he took a swig from his soda and walked back over to the fridge.
Dean hated it when Cas winked at him. Well, it wasn't so much that he hated it, Dean actually loved it, but so did something in his pants. Whenever Cas winked at him, Little Dean started to do a happy dance and that was totally the opposite of what he needed. It made the whole 'just friends' approach that much more difficult for him.
While he was in this mind set, Dean couldn't help but keep his eye locked on Castiel's perfect ass as his back was too him. Dean only prayed that Cas wasn't about to turn around and catch him in the act. In the past, Dean had of course admired Castiel's ass, but it was never from this close nor were they ever in a room alone when it happened. Part of him wondered if his ass felt just as firm as it looked. Dean just wanted to reach out and-
"So… Pie. You like pie, I remember that from yesterday." Cas said breaking Dean from his thoughts as he pulled a round pan out of the fridge.
Instantly, Dean's eyes snapped up to Castiel's face and he felt his cheeks flush red. He was almost certain that he had been caught. However, instead of accusing him, Cas seemed not to have even noticed. He let out an internal sigh of relief when Cas smiled and lifted the pie tin in his hands. Slowly, Dean's eyes shifted from Castiel's and locked onto the pan in his hand. Dean's mouth began to water and all thoughts of his momentary embarrassment had been erased from his mind.
"Now, I didn't make this pie. Gabriel made it last night at like three in the morning. Don't ask why. He does shit like that all the time. He wouldn't care if it was three am or three pm Gabriel would still get up and make something just because he wants something to eat." Cas explained as he set the pie tin down on the counter beside Dean.
"I don't care who made it." Dean said happily as he pushed his glasses up his noise. "Pie is pie. I'm not prejudice against any flavor of pie."
"Have you ever eaten a bad pie?" Cas asked curiously as he grabbed two forks from a drawer.
"Nope! Well... I take that back... I had this really bad lemon meringue pie once. The chick had never made it before and she went way over board with the lemon. I nearly puked, it was pretty traumatic." Dean told Cas with a soft laugh.
Cas smirked and said, "Sounds like it was. I bet you needed years of therapy to get over the pie abuse."
Dean snorted with laughter and nearly fell over laughing as tears cascaded down his face. "Oh yeah, that totally ruined my life."
"Well lucky for you, Gabriel hates lemon meringue pie so he made a chocolate pie." Cas told Dean as he handed him a fork.
"Hey, chocolate pie is as good as any!" Dean said cheerily as he took the fork from Cas.
Dean was a little surprised when Cas took his own fork and dug it straight into the pie tin without even getting a plate. However, Dean wasn't one to judge so he followed by example and scooped up a forkful of pie too.
"Cheers!" Cas said happily as he lifted the fork to his mouth took a bite.
In the midst of this, Dean wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to try the pie, or watch Cas eat his own pie. Somehow, the fork found its way to Dean's mouth while his eyes stayed locked onto Castiel's face.
Dean let out a small moan of pleasure as he chewed the pie in his mouth. He had to admit, Gabriel could make a pretty good chocolate pie. Yet, the flavor of the pie seemed to be only a background taste. He almost didn't notice the flavor due to the intensity of the staring currently taking place between him and Cas.
Cas smirked and looked like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut and scooped up another bite of pie.
Cas was on his third bite of pie just as he himself got to his second. Pie was the one thing Dean savored, like reallysavored. He loved a good burger too, but pie was just something that couldn't be beat.
In an attempt to forget the happy expression on Castiel's face, Dean closed his eyes and let the flavors explode across his tongue, chewing slowly and sighing at the glorious taste. All of a sudden, a borderline pornographic moan filled the room. Dean's eyes snapped open, and what he saw nearly made him choke on the pie he was eating.
Castiel's face was slightly flushed as he slowly chewed his food. However, instead of having his eyes shut, Castiel's brilliant blue eyes were open and staring directly at him while his eyes glinted mischievously.
A small smirk played on Castiel's face as Dean felt himself immediately getting hard in his pants. Dean prayed to God that Cas wouldn't notice. He would die of embarrassment if that happened.
Slowly, almost too slowly actually, Cas lifted a new bit of pie to his mouth and just held it there in front of those glorious lips. Dean held his breath in anticipation as he looked Cas dead in the eyes. Those blue eyes glinted with evil intent Cas let his pink tongue run across his pale plump lips.
Dean let his eyes follow that tongue, his face heating up in shock and arousal simultaneously. He almost lost it when Cas slipped his tongue out from between his lips and ran it across the forkful of pie. Why did Cas have to tease him like this. What the hell was he even doing?
'Is this flirting? Is Cas flirting with me?'Dean asked himself in a panic. No one had ever even attempted to flirt with him before. Girls hardly ever gave him the time of day, usually tried to avoid him at all costs (not that he asked for their attention anyways). And guys just viewed him as a target or a punching bag most of the time. So Dean was literally running off of no flirting experience at all. He wished he could text Charlie to ask her about it. She would probably have some pretty good advice on how to flirt, but it was already too late for that. This was happening here and now.
Dean's heart was on the verge of stopping as Cas finally stuck the fork into his mouth. When he pulled the fork out, Cas let it make a dirty sounding popping noise that almost made Dean moan.
As Cas chewed, his eyes never left Dean's. Dean's own fork had been long forgotten. He just hoped that his mouth wasn't hanging opened from shock and desire. The only thing that Dean was sure of was the fact that he was now half hard in his pants. There was no way that he couldn't notice it. His dick was literally begging for attention.
"Something wrong Winchester?" Cas asked in a gruff voice as his eyebrows arched in amusement. Dean could almost swear that Cas was daring him to do something, anything.
"N-No… nothings wrong…" Dean stammered as everything intelligible flew out of his mind. He was literally just a blushing confused mess.
"Okaayy… then." Cas said slowly with a slight tilt of his head. After a few second of silence Cas broke the tense moment between them by asking, "Hey… uhh do you think you could do something for me?"
Dean quickly cleared his throat and attempted to slow his racing pulse as he shifted to try and hide the obvious boner in his pants. "I- uh yeah… sure what do you need?"
In his mind, Dean was thinking, 'Please say me. Please say that you need me to like kiss you or something.'
However, instead of professing his love for him, Cas asked, "Do- do you think you could like… I don't know… sing something for me?"
Dean stood still; he hated singing in front of others. Like it wasn't so bad if he thought he was alone or if he was in a crowd of people because no one could really hear him, but singing in a quiet room… that was totally different.
"I mean, like I know you are a good singer! A great singer actually! But I dunno… I just was hoping I could get an actual demo like up close." Cas explained as he chewed on his lip piercing slowly. "Like I totally get it if you say no… I'm not trying to force you into it or anything…"
Castiel's eyebrows scrunched as he spoke. He was clearly trying to hide how much this meant to him, without trying to make him feel pressured into it.
Dean watched Castiel's metal lip ring glint softly in light as he thought about the request. As much as he wanted to say no Dean knew that he wouldn't be able to deny Cas this request.
"Dean?" Cas said slowly.
Dean realized that he must have been silence for a little bit too long because now there was concern etched into that perfect face.
"What do you want me to sing?" Dean asked carefully, his breath coming in short and shaky.
The smile that lit up Castiel's face was enough to tell Dean that he had made the right decision. It was like the sun had come out from behind clouds that he hadn't known where there in the first place. A rainbow of joy seemed to flow out of Cas as he said, "Anything! Anything at all! Whatever you want!"
Dean took a deep breath of air and thought of a song. After a minute he quietly said, "O-okay… I think I've got something."
Cas smiled gentle and encouraged him to continue by saying, "Just start whenever you're ready okay?"
Dean nodded and closed his eyes. If he was going to do this, he couldn't be looking at Cas. He had to believe that he was absolutely alone. Dean had to pretend like Cas wasn't there. He knew that was the key to his success. This was his moment to prove to Cas that this band was right for him and that he really belonged in The Fallen Angels. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and the blood draining from his face, making him feel a little light headed.
When he finally managed to slow his beating heart bit he took a long intake of air. Then, keeping his eyes closed and trying his best to ignore the boy he knew was standing in front of him, Dean softly starting into his song of choice.
'Mama told me when I was young…
"Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day"
"Oh, take your time, don't live too fast
Troubles will come and they will pass
You'll find a woman and you'll find love
And don't forget, son, there is someone up above"
"And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
Dean's heart was still racing and his mind had turned to mush. The only thing he could remember were the lyrics to this one song. Everything else in his mind was forgotten. In his panic he desperately clutched onto the lyrics and nothing else. Dean had always loved the soft simplicity of this song and it normally helped him calm down when he was stressed. Dean supposed that's the reason why he picked it. After a while, Dean really did start to believe that he was alone. He could feel a gentle smile pulling at the corners of his lips and he even began to get more into the song. Instead of whispering out the lyrics shyly, he began to get louder and louder until he was singing at his full potential.
"Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
Oh yes, I will
"Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself
Follow your heart and nothing else
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try
All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"
As he reached the end of the song he slowed down and dragged the lyrics out just a little longer than normal. He was shocked that he had even remembered all of the words. Dean had almost forgotten why he was doing this.
"And be a simple kind of man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby be a simple kind of man
Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
When he began the closing lines he actually opened his eyes and looked at Castiel. What he saw was Cas standing in front of him with an awestruck look on his face. His jaw was hanging slack and his eyes were wide and glassy. Dean hoped that was a good sign and not a sign that he had killed his friend's ear drums.
Baby, be a simple, really simple man
Oh, be something you love and understand
When he stopped singing Dean blushed and looked at the floor. He couldn't believe what he had just done. Dean never did that for anybody.
When Cas remained completely silence Dean couldn't help but look up to see the expression on the other boy's face.
What happened next took Dean completely by surprise.
Before Dean could register what was happening Castiel stepped towards him and closed the gap between their bodies. His hands lifted and snagged the edges of his plaid collared shirt and pulling it tight. Possessively, Cas tangled his fingers in the fabric and used his grip to drag Dean impossibly.
Dean tripped clumsily over his own feet and nearly lost his balance as he was dragged forward. In a state of shock Dean tried to regain his balance as his chest crashed into Castiel's. Suddenly, his mind just went completely blanked as a warm set of lips tilted up and captured his own. In his surprise, Dean completely forgot that he should probably try kissing Cas back. In the meantime, Castiel's lips moved deftly across Dean's trying to invoke some sort of response out of him.
'This is my first kiss.' Was the first actual thought that managed to coherently skitter though Dean's mind. Before he knew it, his mind jumped from zero to a hundred as he realized the true weight of the current situation. 'HOLYSHITCASTIELNOVAKISMYFIRSTKISS'Dean's thoughts were screaming at him. This is what he had always dreamed of happening in some way and now it was finally happening. Dean's hands were moving about in confusion as Cas continued to kissed him. By now, Dean had grasped that he was supposed to move his lips, but he was sure that he was doing a terrible job. Castiel's hands were still curled into Dean's shirt tightly and keeping him held close.
Where should I put my hands?' Dean suddenly began to ask himself, "On his waist? Do they just hang by my sides? What do I do?'Dean was completely lost 'You probably look like a huge fucking dork you clueless dumbass' Dean though angrily to himself while his dick twitched happily in his pants.
As he squirmed, Dean could feel his glasses sliding down the bridge of his noise. He knew he should have taken than extra few minutes to put a set of contacts in today. He was an idiot in so many ways. Kissing was turning out to be more complicated that he had initially anticipated it would be. He could feel the little metal lip ring pressing into his lip, the cool metal slowly collecting heat as their mouths stayed locked together.
Before Dean knew it, Castiel was pulling away from him. The expression on his face was one that was mixed with hurt and sorrow all in one. It was clear that there was an apology literally etched into Castiel's perfect features. Dean wondered if it was because he was a bad kisser or something. Maybe Cas hated people who were bad kissers.
Dean's anxiety started to kick in as Cas just stood there and stared at him wordlessly. After a minute Cas finally cleared his throat and said, "Dean I- I shouldn't have done that... I- I'm sorry I should have asked you… Your voice is just so… that song was beautiful. I- I'm sorry." Castiel's lips were slick and shining, slightly swollen as he stammered out a broken apology.
Dean gazed into those big blue puppy dog eyes as he pressed on the bridge of his glasses to put them back in place. There was a short strained silence between them before Dean finally said, "W-why are you... why are you apologizing Cas?"
Castiel's face clouded over into one of confusion as he said, "I- you didn't really kiss back too much so… I figured that you... you didn't want-"
Cas fumbled for words, honestly seeming even more embarrassed than Dean himself was at this point. Suddenly, Dean got an idea. It was a stupid, dumb, ridiculous idea that required a snap second decision. He knew how he could fix this; Dean just had to act upon his idea fast. Hurriedly, Dean lifted his numb hands up and cupped the side of Castiel's face. He longingly dragged Castiel's mouth back to his own which effectively silenced the long jumble of words that were still falling from his lips.
Dean's lips moved clumsily against Castiel's as he tried to understand how to affectively kiss another person. It wasn't quite as easy as they made it seem in the movies. It was now Castiel's turn to be shocked into stillness as Dean pressed against the other boy's lips. However, unlike Dean, Castiel shook off the surprise much faster. Eagerly, Cas started to kiss him back and run his tongue along Dean's lips.
Castiel's hands soon found their way to Dean's hips as he used them to pull their bodies even close. Dean swore that he could feel sparks exploding between them as they melded into one and lost themselves in each other. Dean tried not to hyperventilate as Castiel's hands moved from his hips and slipped into the back of his jean pockets. He could feel Cas squeeze his ass lightly and Dean literally moaned into the other boys mouth. They were grinding against each other so hard that there was literally no space between their bodies.
When Dean finally had to pull back for air, Cas still kept his hands in Dean's back pockets. Castiel's eyes were blown and glassy as he looked into Dean's eyes. Their heights were so close that they stood practically nose to nose. His glasses were now near the end of his nose but he really didn't wanna let go of Cas long enough to fix them.
"So, I'm guessing you did want that then?" Cas asked breathlessly with a small smirk playing across his lips.
"Just a little bit." Dean breathed back as he moved his hands onto Castiel's broad, firm shoulders.
Cas began to chuckle softly as he held Dean close.
"What?" Dean asked with curiosity.
Still laughing, Cas said, "Damn, you must be a weeping angel Dean because I can't take my eyes off of you."
Dean's face flushed a deep shade of red as he asked, "Are we using Doctor Who pickup lines now, because if so, the first time I saw you I nearly regenerated cause you made both of my hearts stop."
Dean wasn't sure where the boost of confidence was coming from but Dean just went for it. Normally he would have never even dreamed of saying something like that out loud, but Cas just made him feel… free.
Cas arched his eyebrows in amusement, a challenge glimmering in his eyes. "Oh yeah? Well how about this, on a scale of William Hartnell to David Tennant, you're a Peter Capaldi."
Dean felt his face flush even darker as he forced himself to break eye contact with Cas. Now it was time to pull out all the stops. Dean could slowly feel his confidence slipping away as he realized how stupid he probably was about to sound, but he needed to get out one more pick up line before he totally lost his shit.
Quickly, Dean made glanced up at Cas one more time as he said, "Yeah, well since I'm the Doctor why don't you be the TARDIS so I can call you sexy at every point in time and space."
The moment that Dean finished talking he totally lost his nerve. He had never blushed so hard in his life and he couldn't bring himself to even look at Cas anymore.
He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face into Castiel's shirt to hid his eyes.
Cas was silent for a few minutes before he burst into a huge bout of laughter. "W-where did you get that one from?" Cas asked around his laughs.
Dean shrugged lightly and whispered, "Tumblr."
"T-that was awesome!" Cas snorted, "I give up. You win."
After a few seconds Cas brushed his lips against Dean's ear and asked, "Wanna go sit in the living room or something?"
Dean quickly agreed and helped Cas clean up their forgotten pie mess before they traipsed into Castiel's huge ass living room.
Once they were both sitting down, Cas on one side of a small loveseat, while Dean was squished all the way against the other side. He didn't wanna make Cas uncomfortable so he gave the boy his space.
Dean's mind was still racing and his heart was aflutter as he tried to understand what had just happened in Castiel's kitchen.
"Dude, you voice is… damn… you can fucking sing." Cas praised him as he tried to get comfortable on the little sofa.
Dean flushed and said, "T-thanks Cas… That means a lot."
"I am so fucking glad you're in the band!" Cas carried on eagerly. "Not only are you smart and funny, but you've got the voice of an angel."
Dean continued to blush, unsure of how he should answer. He hadn't honestly even though he sung that good, but here he was listening to praise from his ultimate idol. The person who he longed to be like was sitting beside him and telling him how wonderful he was. Dean had to admit, this was one of the best feelings he had ever experienced in the entire world.
So, instead of answering, Dean simply looked at his hands and tried to slow his pulse. His mind was still racing form this kiss and all this praise was just piling up and adding to his shocked state. This was like a dream come true.
"Hey, uh… Dean... are you alright?" Cas asked in concern. Dean could feel Castiel's eye watching him intently.
"Y-yeah... I'm fine." Dean answered his voice a little gruffer than normal. He tried to steady his voice, but he already knew it was pointless.
"Are you sure? You've been acting weird since we... well made out in the kitchen." Cas pressed.
Dean felt his face flush again and just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Nah… I'm fine."
Cas stayed silent and Dean could feel him staring at the side of his head. There was one question burning inside of Dean's mind but he couldn't think of the right way to phrase it. He knew that anyway he said it he would still end up sounding like a douche. However, before he could stop himself he finally blurted, "Didn't you date Meg?"
Dean risked glancing at Castiel's expression and he instantly regretted it. Castiel's face was a mixture of shock and confusion. Dean hopped Cas wasn't mad at him for bringing it up. He hadn't even meant to, it just happened before he could stop himself. That was so not how he wanted it to come out.
"Meg Masters? Yeah I did. We broke up though. Is that a problem?" Cas said after a few seconds of quiet though.
Dean shook his head and said, "No... it's not a problem, but didn't you also date Anna and April too?"
"Yeah..." Cas said slowly. "What are you getting at Winchester?" Cas actually sounded defensive now which really worried Dean. He supposed that the faster he got to his point, the less painful this situation would be.
"Well... those are all chicks..." Dean said slowly as he looked up at Cas.
"Yeah... and?" Cas pressed. It was obvious understanding Dean's point. Dean realized that he literally needed to spell it out for Cas.
"I- I thought you were straight." Dean said quietly as his face flushed red again.
Castiel's expression relaxed as he began to smirk while he leaned across the sofa to get close to Dean's red face. Dean's heart seemed to skip a beat as Castiel's lips brushed across his cheek. From this distance, Dean could smell the beautiful scent of Cas washing over him. Dean could even smell a faint scent of blueberries in the air, which he figured was a lingering effect from Castiel dying his hair blue all the time. The smell was strangely pleasant and it just seemed to fit with the nerdy, tattooed, punk rock boy very well all things considered. Dean hadn't noticed how Cas had smelled earlier since he had been too busy trying not to faint from Cas kissing the hell out of him.
While Dean was lost in the thought, Cas moved his head and stole another quick kiss from Dean's that left his mouth numb and tingly as he awkwardly chased after those plump pink lips. Before Dean could recapture another kiss Cas whispered, "Well, by the looks of it, I bat for both teams."
"But... you've never been with a guy in the past have you?" Dean asked curiously.
Cas snickered and grabbed the collar of Dean's shirt. Dean had no choice but to follow as Cas laid back and pull him down with him. When Cas was finished moving, Dean found himself literally laying on top of Castiel. Cas's legs ran down the length of the sofa and were new spread apart just enough for Dean to lay comfortably between them while his head came to rest just below Castiel's face.
"There's always gotta be a first for everything right? Just because I haven't been with a guy before, doesn't mean I haven't hoped or thought about it. Besides, if you hadn't noticed, most people here aren't for the whole gay relationship thing so it's a little difficult to find an interested guy." Cas explained to him as he wrapped his hands around Dean's back and moved his hand up and down, rubbing his back softly.
"Soo... you're Bi then?" Dean asked slowly. There were so many sexualities out there and he was hopping that he picked the right one to label Cas with.
"Yahtzee." Cas answered with a smirk before adding, "And you are..."
Dean's face flushed, he hopped it wouldn't come to this dreaded question, but since Cas had already kissed him there wasn't much else to say. "I-I'm just… gay..."
"Awe, hey, look Dean. Down here I know that's a tough set of cards to play, but don't be ashamed to say it. Be proud that you're gay and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. Tell me again, but with more confidence this time." Cas told him as he moved one hand to run across the side of Dean's face.
"I'm... gay..." Dean said without looking at Cas this time.
Castiel kissed him again, pressing gently and lingering this time. This kiss felt more personal and had so much emotion contained within it. Dean lost himself in the feeling of having Castiel's mouth pressed against his own. It sent sparks up and down his entire body every time the touched. Whenever they kissed, a fire of lust and adoration flooded into Dean's stomach. He was gonna take full advantage of every kiss he could get today since Dean wasn't sure how long this would last.
"Tell me one more time. All together this time. No faltering." Cas told him as soon as they broke apart.
"Do I have to?" Dean whined. He honestly wasn't proud of being gay; he just couldn't make himself feel any other way.
"Please... for me?" Cas begged.
Dean sighed in defeat. How could he say no to someone with a face like his.
"Fine... I'm gay..." Dean mumbled all together now as he stared down at Castiel's chest. "Happy?"
Cas put one hand under Dean's chin and lifted his head. Dean looked into those brilliant blue eyes and was pleasantly surprised when Cas kissed him once again.
"Yes I'm very happy, but I think that's just the effect you have on people." Cas murmured when the broke apart again. After a second of silence Cas added, "I've noticed that I've been much happier since I met you. Especially when you're here with me."
"Really?" Dean asked in wonderment.
"Yeah, Gabe and Balthazar are kinda on the verge of punching me since according to them I am apparently 'way to happy to be acceptable'" Cas said with a laugh.
"Well... I'm... I'm happier with you too." Dean whispered with a soft smile. "A lot happier."
Cas chucked and smiling happily up at Dean. "Hey, by the way, you an amazing kisser."
Dean's brow furrowed as he asked, "Really?" He was shock by the complement and really didn't see that one coming.
"Really, really. Like Damn, who knew the doctor was such an amazing kisser." Cas exclaimed as he started to grind his hips into Dean's. "That first kiss though, you honestly reminded me of the eleventh doctor when someone would kiss him."
Dean's face flushed darkly as he asked, "Was it really that bad?"
Cas shook his head and said, "No, it wasn't bad, you were just squirming a lot and it make me think of that, hell, I thought you didn't wanna kiss me actually. Remember?"
Dean nodded and bowed his head before whispering, "You know, you're a great kisser too."
He didn't want to tell Cas that had been his first kiss. Maybe Cas had a think against inexperienced kissers. He wasn't really itching to find out, not while things seemed to be going good anyways.
Cas waggled his eyebrows seductively, his piercing glinting softly in the light as he asked, "Hey, so you wanna make out again? That was pretty fun."
Dean's face instantly lit up in excitement at the suggestion. Hell yeah he wanted to make out with Cas again. He would do that any day.
"Fuck yeah!" Dean gasped eagerly, "Let me just take off my glasses this time. They get in the way."
Once they had removed Dean's glasses and set them aside, Cas pulled Dean back down and crashed their lips together again.
Dean was still really clumsy and unskilled with his kisses, (though Cas apparently liked them) but he was quickly picking up the tricks on what to do. When Cas ran his tongue along Dean's bottom lip, he parted his lips and Castiel's tongue quickly entered. The feeling was strange at first. He wasn't really used to having someone else tongue inside of his mouth, but it was far from unpleasant.
Dean could feel Castiel's metal tongue piercing as his tongue explored his mouth. Dean wasn't really sure what to do with his own tongue so he gratefully let Cas take the lead. Their teeth clicked together hard as they heavily kissed. This feeling was defiantly something that he could get used to.
On a whim, Dean bit down lightly on Castiel's bottom lip and pulled a little. The moan that it elicited from Castiel's mouth was one of the most beautiful sounds Dean had ever heard in his entire life. He had no idea Cas could make such a perfect sound, but now he wanted to learn all the different noises that he could make.
Suddenly, Dean felt a hardness rubbing up against his thigh, very near his own crotch.
Cas had a boner. Dean had managed to give Cas a boner simply by kissing him. If Cas shifted to the right ever so slightly, their clothes cocks would be pressed against each other.
Dean felt very proud of his accomplishment, apparently Cas hadn't been lying when he said that he was a good kisser.
Cas soon began to kiss trails down Dean's face until he was able to reach his neck. When Cas reached his pulse point, Cas sucked hard, making Dean cry out and press his face into his shirt. It felt good, it felt really good. Dean was pretty sure that he was gonna have a hickey left behind, but at the moment he could care less. All that he cared about was the fact that him and Cas were making out right here, right now.
As Dean gasped for air as Cas shifted his position making them both began to moan. Their clothes members slotted together as they both began to rut against each other. This felt better than anything he had ever experienced in his whole entire life. Dean was lost in the feeling of grinding against Cas as they kissed passionately. Dean wished it could last forever.
"You know, from the moment I first saw you I wanted you to be mine." Cas whispered in Dean's ear as he nibbled on it slightly. "That was a few years ago though. I was always too scared to talk to you."
Dean moaned and squirmed as he felt Cas buck up into him again. His mind was moving slow and sluggish so it took him a solid minute and a half to even register what Cas had just said. When Dean finally absorbed the true weight of Castiel's words, he broke their kiss and leaned back and stared down at him. Dean's eyes were widened in shock as he asked, "Wh-what did you say?"
Dean was having a hard time seeing Castiel's face properly. It wasn't super blurry, but without his glasses on there was no way in hell that Dean was gonna get a clear image of Castiel's face. However, from what he could tell, there was a happy, totally blissed out look on Castiel's face as he said, "You know what I said Dean. Fuck... I remember that day perfectly." Cas moaned as he leaned up and softly bit the side of Dean's jaw. "First day of high school. You were late I believe, but when you all your adorable nerdy glory walked into our world geography class. I instantly fell for you. You never even seemed to notice me though." Cas mused softly.
Dean's face flushed red as he mewled softly under Castiel's perfect hands while they roamed across his body. 'T-that's not t-true... Well… me being late was true, but not the part about me not noticing you." Dean stuttered. He knew exactly what day Cas was talking about. It was the first time that he had ever been late to school. Since he had been a freshmen Dean couldn't drive to school yet. So, on the very first day of his freshmen year, Dean's bus had broken down and everyone already on board had to wait for another bus to come. Dean had literally been the only person who was disappointed and upset about the situation. The school had given everyone an excused tardy, but still, that went on Dean's record and it never failed to make him a little bit angry.
Castiel stilled and looked up at him his eyes wide with surprise. As Cas looked into his eyes Dean felt his face flush red as he hurriedly looked away.
"W-what do you mean?" Cas asked hungrily. His voice was thick and heavy as he spoke.
"I fell for you the first day I saw you too... but it was way before then." Dean whispered with a shaky breath.
"How long ago?" Cas breathed, his eyes wide and eager.
"First week of middle school. You transferred into my English class." Dean's face flushed as he tried to hold back a moan. He remembered it perfectly, Cas had walked in with style, his black book bag slung over one shoulder, popping gum loudly in his mouth and hell, he had even worn a generous amount of eyeliner then. Cas still wore eyeliner every now and then, but it was usually wasn't quite as heavy as it used to be. Even back then though, Cas had been the epitome of a grade 'A' badass. He had been the most popular kid in the whole middle school (and of course now he was the most popular kid in high school). Everyone wanted to be him or date him. "You were such a rebel even then." Dean sighed, lost in the memory.
Cas was completely silent for what felt like hours. Dean wondered if he had creeped Cas out with his confession. He wouldn't have been surprised if Cas just ended up pushing him away and saying 'Never mind freak get outta here. I hate you.'
But Cas surprised him by breathing, "Dean Winchester... the boy who waited..."
Dean wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry. He understood the Doctor Who reference, but he was simply shocked that Cas still liked him even after he learned that Dean was super stalkerish and just flat out obsessive.
"I- you're not weirded out by that?" Dean asked in amazement.
"Dean... From that first time I saw you I knew that you had to be mine. You just seemed to be so... perfect and damn... that voice of yours. I honestly always assumed you were straight, or maybe even ace. I didn't expect your spectrum to flash on the complete opposite side of the rainbow. So I tried to forget about my crush on you and ended up dating other people, but none of them held my interest the way you did." Cas moaned out loud, pressing kisses up and down Dean's neck. "Knowing now that you liked me even then just makes me really regret not having the balls to talk to you sooner."
"R-really?" Dean gasped as he clawed his fingers desperately through Castiel's hair as the boy grinded his hips back into his.
"Really really." Cas assured him. "When I saw you at your car after the concert let's just say I was a little adrenaline fueled. My ego and confidence were just a little bigger than normal. I kinda felt like I could rule the world after that, if you hadn't come to that concert I probably still wouldn't have spoken to you because I didn't want to intimidate you or scare you away."
Dean was in shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing Cas tell him. "You can't be serious. 'Mr. Always Confident Castiel' was afraid to talk to me. Me of all the people in the world."
"Hey, watch yourself Winchester." Cas teased. "You're not the only one who's allowed to be quiet and shy... I know what I want, but I don't always know how to get the things I want."
Dean honestly didn't know what to say. This whole ordeal had taken him completely by surprise. He never would have imagined in a million years that Castiel would ever be saying anything like this to him. Hell, until a few days ago, Dean didn't even think that Cas knew he even existed. That just showed how observant Dean was on a daily basis. His attention was usually more focused on avoiding bullies rather than checking to see if Cas watching him.
"Hey, by the way did I ever mention that I have a thing for guys in glasses?" Cas asked with a sly wink.
Dean's face flushed red while he rolled his eyes and said, "Jesus Cas, this is sounding more like fanfiction than reality. I have to be dreaming."
Cas smirked and said, "Well I hope to God that this isn't a dream because I'm in paradise."
"Maybe we're in heaven then..." Dean breathed.
Cas snorted and said, "Doubt it, cause the thoughts running through my head right now are far from pure enough to get up there. I'm pretty sure heaven would kick me out."
Dean felt his face flush even darker while his cock gave an interested jerk in his pants. He had to bite back a moan as he asked, "Oh? And what thoughts are those?"
"Would you rather me show you?" Cas asked with an arched eyebrow as his hand began to travel further south.
Dean shifted uncomfortable. Until half an hour ago he had never even kissed someone now here he was with the chance to have sex with his crush. He wasn't sure how to feel about all this, everything was moving so fast and his mind just seemed to be in a blur.
"Don't worry, we're alone. Gabe and Balthazar won't be back for a while." Cas assured him, assuming that he was worried about getting caught.
"How can you be sure?" Dean asked with concern in his voice. 'Do I really wanna go through with this right now?' Dean asked himself. Half of his brain was thinking of wanting to take this slow while the other half was screaming at him to get on with it. This is something he had wanted for so long, but he hadn't expected it to come so suddenly.
"Hey, we don't have to do this if you don't want to." Cas breathed softly, looking deeply into Dean's eyes and removing the seductive tone from his voice. In a single breath Cas changed from the hot, seductive, sexy rock star, back into the sweet caring boy that Dean had been getting to know over the past few days.
"Are you sure?" Dean asked, not wanting to disappoint Cas.
"Of course Dean." Cas breathed, moving his hands up to cup Dean's face. "I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with just because you think I want it. I want you to want it."
"I-I do want it- I want us- I just..." Dean stuttered trying to find the right words.
"Shh shh it's alright. You don't have to explain it, I understand." Cas said before pressing a soothing kiss against Dean's lips.
Dean stayed silent after that and wondered how long it would be until Cas told him to move. He was still lying on top of Cas and he was pretty sure that it wasn't overly comfortable for him.
However, instead of kicking him off, Cas had Dean rest his head against his chest while his fingers stroked through his short hair. Dean could have cried with happiness. He never imaged that being cared for on this level could feel so good. Dean was so content that he soon began to drift off to sleep while laying on Cas and listening to the steady beating of his heart.
However, right when he was on the brink of sleep, Castiel's voice broke through the silence and asked, "Hey… uh can I ask you something?"
Dean lifted his head sleepily and looked back down into Castiel's face as he asked, "Yeah, sure. What is it?" He was already a little weary of the question, but he also really didn't have a reason to say no, he might as well hear what Cas was curious about.
"Have you ever been in a relationship before?" Cas asked hesitantly.
Dean's cheeks heated up and he shook his head in shame and whispered, "No, never."
"Hey, listen don't be ashamed about it. It's totally fine if you've never dated anyone." Cas explained comfortingly. "I was just a little curious to be honest.
"There wasn't really anyone else I could see myself with besides you and well… no one was ever really interested in me." Dean explained.
Cas gathered Dean into a warm hug and said, "Well, how about this, if you willing to be my boyfriend. I will make this the best and only relationship that you'll ever need. One day people will write amazing stories about the two teenage rock band dorks who fell in love with each other."
Dean smiled brightly at the word boyfriend and said, "Yeah, I think we could make that work." Then he smirked and added, "I don't know though, I doubt anyone would wanna write a story about me. You, of course, me no way."
"Awwe don't be like that Dean! You're adorable! Who wouldn't wanna write about you?" Cas teased with a cheery smile.
"Well… I guess we are all just stories in the end if you think about it." Dean breathed with a smirk on his lips.
"Again with the references." Cas said with a laugh, "Well, I guess we'll just have to make it a good one eh?"
Dean started laughing and pressed his head into Castiel's shoulder as he said, "Oh my God stop it!"
"Awe come on, you know you liked that." Cas snorted.
"No more painful Doctor Who references! I don't think my heart can take it!" Dean said dramatically.
"Well then you're in for a bumpy ride then because I am full of references." Cas teased.
Dean winked slyly at Cas and whispered, "Geronimo."
Cas shook his head and rolled his eyes before he pulled Dean in and kissed him.
When they broke apart Dean felt like he needed to get something off his chest so he said, "J-just to give you… I don't know… full disclosure I guess… I've never slept with anyone and well… before today I had never kissed anyone."
"Well I kinda assumed the sex part." Cas teased him but his smile became comforting as he added, "I didn't expect the kiss one though. So what you're saying is that I've already gotten two of your firsts? First kiss and first relationship?"
Dean nodded and blushed before adding, "And first crush too."
Cas beamed even wider and said, "Well damn, that makes you an even better kisser than I originally thought. You're natural and a fast learner."
"Or maybe you're just a good teacher!" Dean whispered with a soft smile.
A corner of Castiel's lip turned upwards as he said, "Well thank you, I appreciate the complement. I've got plenty more things to teach you in the future."
Since Dean still didn't have his glasses on Castiel's face was kinda blurry, but even despite that, Dean swore that he could still see a little glint of mischief in those blue eyes.
"So, I'm guessing you've done it before then?" Dean asked curiously while his cheeks heated up. He was pretty sure that by the end of the day all his blood was just going to pool into his face and stay there for the rest of his life.
"By it I'm assuming you're asking if I've had sex before and the answer is yes. I have had sex, but I'm not like Gabriel and Balthazar. They fuck just any chick who will give them the time of day, which isn't hard to find around here, but I've dated everyone I've had sex with. I'm also clean if you're wondering that too." Cas told him. It was becoming apparent to Dean that Cas had no problem talking about this kind of stuff.
After that, their conversation slowly drifted away from the topic of sex and relationships much to Dean's relief. They finally ended up getting up to stretch their legs and move around a bit. Cas took him downstairs into the basement and gave him a tour of their giant recording studio/band practice room.
Everything in this house was just huge.
While they were down stairs, Cas spent close to an hour telling Dean about the different types of instruments that they had down there. He even showed Dean how to use a sound board. While they were down stairs the two of them had a hard time keeping their hands off each other. The personal space rules no longer applied for them it seemed, not that Dean could complain. They swapped kisses that sometimes stretched for minutes at a time until needed to breathe. At that point they would both pull back and look at each other in awe and carry on like nothing had happened. This was a normal that Dean could get used to.
They had been down stairs for so long that neither of them knew how much time had passed until they heard Gabriel and Balthazar come thundering down there.
The two of them, who had been making out heavily, instantly snapped apart and acted like they weren't doing anything.
When the other two boys entered the room Gabriel announced, "Hey, you two, look, we found a wild moose while we were out!"
Both Dean and Cas looked over, trying to slow their heartbeats and catch their breaths as they saw Sam walk into the room.
"Heya Sammy." Dean called with a faint smile as his cheeks flushed red. This was so not what he needed right now…
"Hey Dean! Hey Cas!" Sam exclaimed cheerily. "Gabriel and Balthazar said we could stay for dinner! Can we Dean?"
Dean gave Cas a sidelong glance and said, "Uh, yeah sure Sammy! Why not!"
He knew that refraining from reaching over and just kissing Cas whenever he wanted was going to be hard. He already wanted to just lean in and kiss him again, but he wouldn't dare do that with others in the room. Especially if one of those 'others' was Sam.
"YAYY! Thanks Dean!" Sam cheered happily as he pumped his fist into the air.
Gabriel and Balthazar also looked pleased as they stood beside Sam.
"Come on Moose! I have to show you our movie collection!" Gabriel exclaimed.
Balthazar eagerly chimed in and said, "Yeah, We've got all the marvel movies upstairs!"
Sam beamed and winked to Dean before tearing off upstairs with Gabriel and Balthazar right behind him.
"I swear sometimes those two act younger than me." Cas said, shaking his head in disbelief as they listened to the receding sounds of trampling feet.
Dean snickered and tried to straighten out his unruly hair.
"I'm just happy that they didn't catch on to what we were doing." Dean breathed softly as he busied himself with the sound board again. "Sam is a pretty smart kid; I was kinda shocked that he didn't pick up on it."
Cas cocked his head to the side and asked, "Would he not be cool with us?"
Dean shook his head and said, "No it's not that. He knows I'm- I like guys and he's cool with it. I would just never hear the end of it. You know, the classic sibling teasing."
Cas snickered and said, "Eh, screw him. He's just jealous."
Dean rolled his eye and said, "Well he'll have to get his own, because you're already taken." As soon as Dean finished talking he flushed red and ducked his head.
Cas curled an arm around Dean's shoulders and kissed him on the side of the head. "Believe me, I know. I'm only dating this super sexy nerd who I've been crushing on for years."
Dean's blush deepened and he hid his face in his hands as he grumbled, "Stop it Cas."
"Make me." Cas teased with an underlying challenge in his tone.
Dean peeked between his fingers and looked up at the expression on Castiel's face. There was a smug smirk sitting on his lips as he watched Dean.
"Fine then, I will." Dean said in a flat voice as he moved his hands and reached up to tangle them in Castiel's hair.
He was getting more confident when it came to kissing Cas. Dean noticed that he didn't blush as much when they kissed now, but that spark of electricity still shot through him each time they so much as brushed against each other.
Cas was a little shocked at first but he happily kissed Dean back as he moaned softly. Dean let his tongue slide across Castiel's lips, running his tongue past the lip ring slowly. Castiel eagerly parted his lips and let Dean had more access.
Castiel's hands moved to travel down Dean's sides. They were sitting in separate rolling chairs but Cas tugged his chair closer to Dean's so they could kiss easier.
Just when they were getting into the heat of their kiss someone behind them that sounded suspiciously like Sam shouted, "I FUCKING KNEW IT! GABRIEL, BALTHAZAR YOU FUCKERS BOTH OWE ME TWENTY DOLLARS!"
Dean and Cas jumped apart and whirled around to see Sam, Gabriel, and Balthazar all standing in the doorway with shit eating grins on their faces.
"God damn it." Gabriel swore as he dug into his pockets to get his wallet.
"Awkwarddd!" Balthazar chimed in a singsong voice. "By the way, Gabriel, be a dear and give Sam $40. I seem to be out of cash at the moment."
"I fucking hate you Balthazar." Gabriel sneered as he glared at Balthazar in displeasure.
"Awe come on Gabey, pull that damn stick out of your arse and help me out here." Balthazar said with an arched eyebrow.
"You fucking owe me you douche." Gabe snapped as he punched Balthazar hard in the arm.
Dean and Cas were just watching this scuffle go down in utter silence.
When Balthazar catches sight of Dean and Cas staring he says, "Oh, don't mind us you two, carry on with what you were doing. Unless you would like us to join in for a ménage à… how do you say five in French?"
"Get the hell out of here you fucks." Cas swears at them as he grabs a drum stick laying nearby and chucking it at the other three.
The drumstick flew straight at Gabriel causing the boy to duck and snicker deviously.
"Nice aim baby bro. Maybe you should join the football team." Gabriel teased him as he waggled his eyebrows, "Dean-o can be your cheerleader. I'll even get him a nice miniskirt and everything."
Dean's face turned pink at the thought. He personally wasn't up for wearing a damn skirt, but Cas in a football uniform was something he would pay money to see. With a small grimace Dean flipped Gabriel the finger and mumbled an embarrassed, "Fuck you."
"Alright guys, that's enough. Leave them alone." Sam scolded Balthazar and Gabriel. "We actually just came down here to ask what type of pizza you guys wanted. We were gonna order some from Papa Johns." Sam explained as he looked at his red faced brother.
"I uh… I don't care. Just get whatever…" Dean said with his face feeling hot enough to catch fire.
"Alright then. Hey, Pizza's on me guys." Sam said as he lifted up the forty dollars that he had just received from Gabriel.
"I hate you so much right now." Gabriel said with a small glare in Sam's direction.
"No ya don't! You wouldn't know what to do without me you big fucking doofus." Sam said as he smirked up at Gabriel.
Gabriel just rolled his eyes and lightly punched Sam in the arm.
Finally after what felt like hours, Cas chased the others off as they tromped upstairs leaving mocking whistles and catcalls hanging in the air behind them.
"Sorry about that... Those guys are assholes and clearly a bad influence on your brother…" Cas said with an apologetic look on his face.
"I wouldn't be surprised if Sam was the one who started it… He's a sassy little shit but you can't help loving him." Dean said with a laugh.
Cas snorted then proceeded to show Dean the rest of their music studio. They did this until Gabriel, Balthazar and Sam called to them to inform them that the pizza had arrived.
The next few hours both Cas and Dean tried to keep their hands off of either other while they ate. The other three didn't make it any easier with all their gentle teasing and subtle undertones.
When they finally left for the night, Cas dragged him off into the hall while Sam went to go find his shoes (which Gabriel had taken and hidden somewhere).
"I wish you could just stay here forever." Cas whispered as he clung onto Dean in the darkness of the room.
"I wish I could too." Dean breathed back as he felt Castiel's warm breath on his skin.
Cas slowly leaned in and captured Dean's lips in his own. There was no rush to this kiss; it was just slow, passionate and full of promises for a good future.
Unfortunately, they had to break apart much sooner than they wanted to when they heard the others returning.
Slowly, the two of them slipped out of the dark hall and back into the main entryway.
"You ready?" Dean asked his brother as he walked towards the door.
Sam nodded and smiled. "Yep! I am. Fucking Gabriel put my shoes on a stuffed moose head."
Gabriel chuckled and said, "Well, I needed a way of introducing you to the rest of your moose family."
Sam rolled his eyes while Balthazar tried not to fall over and die from fits of laughter.
Dean just shook his head in disbelief and gave Cas one more sensual look. Cas reached out and softly touched Dean's arm.
"Oh would you two bloody kiss already or shall I get you two a room?" Balthazar called as he watched their exchange.
"You can cut the sexual tension in the room with a fucking butter knife!" Gabriel commented.
Dean was blushing now. He didn't really like being observed like this. He was used to try to blend into the shadows and not be noticed.
Suddenly, Sam reached out and literally shoved Dean into Cas. Dean stumbled forward and fell into Castiel's arms. "Just kiss and get it over. We've got school tomorrow Dean and I need to get some sleep."
Cas gave Dean a small smirk and tilted his head, silently asking Dean if it was alright to kiss him.
For an answer, Dean leaned into and gave Cas a small peck on the lips. He tried to pull away wanting to make the kiss short as his burned in embarrassment, but Cas followed after him and gave him a longer slower kiss that left him slightly light headed.
They stayed like this until someone cleared their throats and made them come back down to earth.
Dean and Cas untangled from each other's arms and Dean began to walk towards the door.
Sam followed after Dean, but before he left Sam turned to look at Cas as he said, "You better be good to my brother Cas. I know you're my friend, but if you break his heart I won't hesitate to break your face."
Cas gave Sam a soldiers salute and said, "Yes sir." while Dean glared at Sam and simply dragged him out of the house.
Dean couldn't help but smile as him and Sam drove home. His life finally seemed to be improving after years of misfortune. For the first time in a very long time, Dean realized that he was actually excited to go to school in the morning.
Dean's life was finally beginning to click into place.