You're the devil in disguise
Chapter Eleven: Cue the friends
Dean yawns and wakes up, looking beside him to see Castiel sound asleep. He feels a little nervous but fights the urge to run. "Morning Cas." His voice is quiet, making sure not to talk to loudly to wake him up.
"Morning." Castiel mumbles, opening his eyes to look at the man beside him. "Feeling better?"
Dean grins, "Yes and I didn't even hurl in your bed, so I guess that warrants future access?" He teases and Castiel smiles a little.
"I'll think about it."
"Ohhhh so now you're going to play hard to get?"
Castiel shrugs as he gets out of bed, "A taste of your own medicine."
Dean laughs a little, watching Castiel head to the bathroom. "Harsh, Cas, harsh." He gets up and begins to dress, hearing the sound of the shower as he thinks over the fact he actually slept with Castiel. Well, only in the most innocent sense, but it's still something. He's slept with a man soberly and didn't regret a second of it in the morning. Going to their mini fridge he pulls out an orange juice and grabs a muffin from their shelf before sitting at the desk on his side.
Castiel soon comes out of the bathroom in his boxers with a towel around his neck, "You can go in now." He says, watching as Dean swallows hard and shifts in his seat, "…I'll…get some clothes on."
"Yeah, wouldn't want Gabe or Sam to break in while you're half naked." Dean jokes awkwardly.
"Yeah, them as well, but I was mostly concerned about Samandriel since he is coming today." Castiel says, sliding on some slacks and a button up shirt.
"Do you even own a simple t-shirt and pair of jeans?" Dean asks and Castiel looks at him curiously.
"Well, I don't know, do you own anything but t-shirts and a pair of jeans?"
"I do, of course…just…not here."
Castiel grows amused from Dean averting his gaze, "Ohhh? And where are they then?"
"It is at home." Dean huffs and Castiel thinks for a minute.
"That's too bad, I bet you look incredible in your Sunday best."
"Can't you just say 'dressed up'? Do you have to Christian everything up?"
Castiel rolls his eyes as he sets books out on his desk. "For the last time 'Christian' is not a verb."
"Whatever you say Cas." Dean teases before a knock comes to the door. "Ah, it's your little fanboy."
"Don't call him that, Dean." Castiel sighs before opening the door to see Samandriel standing there with a smile.
"Good morning, Castiel." Samandriel says, frowning a little when he sees Dean sitting in the room. "Good morning Dean."
"Yeah, morning," Dean grumbles to Castiel as he stands up and grabs his drink, "I'm going to go bug Benny."
"What does that matter to Castiel?" Samandriel asks, making the two men go silent.
"Well…you see…" Castiel begins awkwardly, getting interrupted by Dean.
"It's only natural to know where your boyfriend is running off to." He says with a cocky smirk before leaving them alone in the room with a whole new sort of awkwardness for Castiel to deal with.
"…Boyfriend?" Samandriel asks, "That man is your boyfriend?"
"Yes." Castiel answers, deciding there is no point in being coy about it. "We began dating yesterday, I guess. I am admittedly uncertain of when the 'boyfriend' title arose…but apparently it is there."
"But he's…he's…Dean Winchester. Someone notoriously into women." Samandriel points out.
"He's also the man who couldn't bring himself to so much as kiss a woman clearly into him because all he wanted to do was kiss me." He says getting their study papers ready, "So I think I am fairly safe."
"…I…see…" Samandriel mumbles, an almost disappointed look on his face. "Well, let's get to work."
"Yes, lets."
The rest of the day is completely uneventful until Samandriel leaves and Dean returns. He flashes Castiel a cocky sort of smile before sitting on his bed.
"So, how was your study session?" Dean asks, "I bet the kid was shocked, wasn't he?"
Castiel raises a brow curiously at Dean, "Was that your version of what they call 'marking your territory', Dean?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"I do not recall agreeing to being boyfriends. I mean…I want to be but isn't that something people normally discuss before telling others?"
"I just wanted to get rid of his false hope."
The brunette smiles a little in amusement, "Marking your territory."
"I'm not a dog." Dean huffs.
"Good to know." Castiel gets up from his bed and plops down beside Dean, looking over at him, "You are aware Samandriel will have already told Gabriel, which means the entire campus will know by tomorrow morning." He says, frowning a little. "Are you okay with that?"
Dean goes silent for a minute, making Castiel uncomfortable, until he finally reaches over and pets his soft hair. "Well it's embarrassing, yeah," the man admits as Castiel deflate a little, "After all, what idiot willingly dates a bible thumper?" He teases, watching him light up a little.
"I'm not a bible thumper." Castiel says, his expression blank but his eyes shining, "Don't be an idiot."
"Then don't be a dick." Dean teases, bringing him closer before brushing his lips over Castiel's. It's a light touch and thankfully Castiel doesn't push to make it anything more than it is. This is the first time there is no reason for the kiss other than simply wanting to; no desperation, jealousy, or frustration. Simply a kiss because they can. When Dean pulls away, Castiel is practically beaming and it makes him want to kiss him again.
"I would not…" Castiel begins, licking his lips as he stares at Dean's, "Be opposed to doing that again."
"Why, Castiel Novak, are you actually flirting with me?" Dean asks, amused and beaming with pride at the fact someone as romantically stinted as Castiel is flirting with him. He pushes Castiel to lay down on the bed as he crawls over to straddle the brunette's waist. "How bold."
"When playing with a lion one must behave like a lion." Castiel says and Dean laughs.
"Is that some bible line?"
"Not that I'm aware of, but I have not finished the bible yet."
A low chuckle escapes Dean's lips as he leans down to Castiel's ear, "You know Jesus dies at the end."
Castiel can't help himself and he bursts into laughter, covering his mouth as he turns from Dean. "Idiot."
"Yeah, I'm an idiot who actually thought doing this would be impossible for me." He admits before moving Castiel's hand and tilting his head to kiss him again. Just like the last one it's a light brush of the lips, but this time it becomes more than that. Castiel takes the opportunity to bring a hand up to grip Dean's hair, gently pulling him closer and leaving room for the man to stop him. Dean doesn't though and instead he deepens kiss, easily gaining entrance into Castiel's mouth, enjoying the small sound of pleasure the other man makes.
"Hey Dean, Cassie!" Gabriel calls, swinging open the door to see his brother and Dean making out on the bed. "Wooooooo! Well! I was going to ask if Samandriel was right but I guess this is enough confirmation, huh?" He asks, leaning against the door after Sam comes in and closes it behind them.
"It's about time you two." Sam says as the men on the bed groan and roll away from each other.
"Damnit Sammy, keep your stupid boyfriend in line!" Dean yells while Castiel sits up and tries to fix his now disheveled appearance.
"Yes, well, I'm glad I broke in. Now that I see it…I don't know if I'm too fond of my baby brother doing this sort of stuff." Gabriel muses and Castiel shoots him an annoyed look.
"I will do what I want, Gabriel, I am twenty-one years old." Castiel reminds him.
"Yes, yes, of course." Gabriel says, waving it off before sitting on the bed between the two. "So! Since you two are now boyfriends, or whatever, we should go on a double date."
Dean glares at Gabriel as harshly as he can, "We're busy."
"What's that? You would love to?" Gabriel asks, grinning widely. "Excellent, let's go get dinner. I'm thinking that steak house."
Dean fumes, "WHA-?"
"Well, I am fairly hungry…" Castiel admits, "But I do not have much money."
"Don't worry, baby bro, I'll pay for everyone. Think of it as my 'congratulations and sorry I prevented you from getting in his pants' present." Gabriel says, making Sam raise a brow.
"That's completely normal." He grabs Gabriel, "We will meet you in the parking lot in a minute, Gabriel needs to change."
"I do?" Gabriel asks and Sam looks over his dirty clothes before nodding, dragging him out of the room.
"We have more than enough money for the steak house, Cas." Dean says and Castiel looks at him dully.
"Oh, do we? Well, it is too late to go back now. You do not turn down a present." Castiel points out, "Especially one to repay for something so rude."
Dean smirks, "Oh wow, did the bible thumper lie to get payback for a cockblock?"
"I might have plans for that money, which would mean I did not lie, I simply omitted some of the truth." Castiel reasons before looking Dean over, "Now since Sam is going to make Gabriel presentable, I would imagine he would like you to look presentable too."
"Oh no, you are not prettying me up Cas." Dean warns, moving away from the man.
"It is not 'prettying up', it is making you look nicer." Castiel corrects, inching closer to the man, "Now let's find the nicest pair of jeans you have and the biggest button up shirt I own."
"Nonono! No!" Dean hisses, pulling out his brown jacket, a plaid button up shirt, and a black t-shirt. "I will wear this."
Castiel stares at it in distaste, opening his mouth to protest before quickly shutting it, deciding this is not the battle to pick. "Fair enough."
Dean hesitates in front of his clothes and looks over to Castiel, "And…if Sam complains about it…take my side."
Castiel shrugs, searching his closet for his trench coat. "As you wish." He answers, unaware of the blush now forming on Dean's cheeks.
A/N: Gabe is such a dick (I love him so much). Well Dean has finally moved past the 'I can't be into a dude' stage now! Yay!