You're the devil in disguise
Chapter Nine: Acceptance?
Castiel lounges on Balthazar's bed as the man sits back in his computer chair. "You don't have a roommate, right?"
Balthazar laughs a little before looking to Castiel seriously. "No. I don't intend on getting one either."
"I believe this right here would categorize you as a disappointing friend."
"You mean a shitty friend, and I happen to be a shitty friend who can bring any woman to his room for a good time without explaining it to anyone."
"A good turnout in sex doesn't excuse your shameful friend behavior." Castiel points out, rolling over on the bed.
"Well perhaps you would sing a different tune if you were one of those enjoying my sexual escapades."
"If you are hinting at a threesome, allow me to not leave any gray area in my complete and utter refusal." Castiel mumbles.
"I was offering a woman for sex, I have no intention of being a part of it." Balthazar groans. "But of course I should have known you only want a certain idiot who shares your room and denies his obvious love for you in every possible way."
"He is a waste of time." Castiel decides, nodding to himself.
"That's the spirit!" Balthazar says, pushing his chair closer to the bed and peeking at Castiel, "What do you even like about Dean?"
"That's an excellent question." Castiel mumbles, "One I could not truly answer."
"Can't think of anything you like?" Balthazar asks and Castiel shrugs.
"I cannot think of anything I don't." He admits, "But I am not the problem. Dean is the one who needs to sort things out."
"Hmm…how is he supposed to do that when the person who can help is hiding out in my love den?"
"For the last time that is a horrible name for your dorm, stop trying to make it happen." Castiel groans and Balthazar laughs.
"A man can try. And speaking of trying….get off your ass and go talk to Dean. This time try not to smash him into a wall." Balthazar says, reaching over the bed with his leg to poke Castiel's knee with his foot. "Go. Now."
"Do not touch me with your disgusting feet." Castiel sighs, getting up in defeat, "Fine, fine I am going."
Balthazar flashes him a grin as he watches Castiel leave. "Such stupid boys." He shakes his head before pulling out his phone, "Time for the love den to open for business."
"It's still lame." Castiel says from the other side of the door.
"No lamer than you for not going to see Dean right now!" Balthazar calls before he hears footsteps leaving. "About damn time." He says to himself before someone knocks on his door. Loudly. Far too loud for this late at night. "Oh come on." Getting up, he opens the door to see Dean standing there.
"Where's Cas?"
"The nerd in the dirty trench coat that's in love with you? He's on his way to your room…how did you not notice?" Balthazar asks and Dean frowns, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.
"I was with Charlie, drinking."
"Well that's wonderful. Alcohol will certainly help you two, now go away." He says, slamming the door in Dean's face.
"Son of a bitch." Dean groans from the other side of the door before heading to his own dorm room.
"Welcome back Dean." Castiel says, sitting on his bed.
"You left first." Dean points out quickly before joining him on the bed.
"It was your fault." Castiel mumbles before the two fall silent. They sit on the bed, Castiel perfectly still as Dean fidgets beside him, trying desperately to figure out what to say.
"God damn it." Dean groans, grabbing Castiel's shoulder and turning the man towards him. "I like you!"
"I know."
"W-well… I was thinking…or actually Charlie suggested…we…" The older man falls silent, his grip loosening.
"Date?" Castiel offers and Dean frowns.
"I don't know…dates involve holding hands and kissing…I'm not sure if I can do that with a guy," He mumbles, "It just seems weird."
"I am not a fan of PDA, Dean; no date with me will involve things like holding hands or kissing." Castiel says, "Not if others are around."
"I'm also not sure about sex with another guy…I don't think I would be able to get it up." Dean admits and Castiel raises a brow.
"How much alcohol have you consumed?"
"I was with Charlie." He says, as if that answers everything. Which anyone who knows Dean and Charlie would know that it kind of does.
"Oh. That much, huh?" Castiel mumbles, "We should have this talk when you are sober."
"No! I'm well aware of what I'm doing. I'm not that drunk." Dean assures him, "This is important, Cas, I want to talk now before you run off again."
"Alright." Castiel says, leaning a little toward Dean to give him his full attention, "What do you have in mind?"
"Well…I thought we could try going on a date. If by the end of the night one of us isn't happy with the date then…then I'll find a new dorm room. It's not fair for you to leave when I'm the one causing problems." Dean mumbles and Castiel nods.
"That's true."
"You know…you don't have to agree so quickly, dick."
"I am fairly sure you are the dick in this situation, Dean." Castiel reminds him.
"You rubbing that in is a dick move, Cas."
"You're right, I am sorry."
Dean leans forward, "Cas…could we kiss…?"
Castiel looks at him a little surprised. "Um…I've learned through experience that kissing you while you are drunk does not usually end well for me."
"Just once." Dean pleads, pouting, "I missed you."
"You are definitely inebriated. Go to your bed this instant." Castiel orders and Dean laughs.
"But I'm in your bed, there's no need to go to my bed." He points out, his grip slightly tightening on Castiel's shoulder.
"No." Castiel says, using his foot to push Dean off the bed and onto the floor. "You are on the floor. I suggest getting to your bed before you get a chill down there."
"Ugh, 'A chill', he says…." Dean groans, standing up, "That's too British…you're spending too much time with Balthazar."
"Balthazar is French and if you were to ever insinuate he was British to his face I am fairly certain you would not live long enough to see our 'date', so try to remember this fact when you sober up." Castiel says, watching Dean crawl into his own bed.
"Good night, Cas."
"Good night, Dean."
A/N: No kissing until you're sober from now on Dean! (Oh my god I'm so fucking busy I cannot even!)