After Dean left her house to profuse his true feelings to Castiel, Jo Harvelle knew what she needed to do. Slipping out into the cool night, Jo gripped the crumbled dollar bills in her pocket and made her way to the nearest grocery store.
As she knocked on Charlie's door, Jo bit her lip and silently rehearsed the speech she'd already prepared on the walk over here. Though the moment Charlie opened the door, all the heart-felt, meaningful words she had programmed inside her brain dissipated with one glance. The redhead seemed angry at her untimely visit, but that soon morphed into confusion when her gaze ventured lower and discovered the fake, cheap bouquet of flowers fisted in Jo's hand, "What are you—"
"I love you," Jo blurted out before she could lose the nerve, her hands shaking but her voice certain and steady, "I'm sorry it took so long for me to finally realize it. And if you don't want me and want find someone who's truly deserving of your love, I honestly don't blame you. But I just want you to know that I am in love with you and I always will be." After her nervous onslaught of words, she squeezed her eyes shut to prepare herself for the rejection she deserved. But after a solid minute of absolute silence, Jo tentatively opened her eyes and discovered Charlie covering her mouth to hide her happy, almost hysterical grin. For the first time that night, she allowed herself to hope that they'd actually get their happily-ever-after.
Jo extended her hand and handed Charlie the plastic flowers, which the redhead clutched to her chest like it was a vintage, first edition of a Marvel Comic.
"Does, uh..." She licked her lips and forced herself to complete an actual sentence, "Does this mean you'll consider giving me another chance?"
The redhead responded by catching Jo's chin and pressing their lips together, and it was the first time just one kiss left Joanna Beth Harvelle breathless.
It was only thirty minutes before Naomi and Michael would return home, and Castiel was still a heartbroken mess. Anna had tried everything to make him feel better—even putting his head in her lap and singing him a lullaby like she did when they were kids. But finally, after her voice became hoarse and raw and Cas still had that defeated, blank look etched into his features, she kissed him on the forehead and left the room to give him some privacy. For the first time in a long time, Castiel felt a loss at the absence of her presence, and he wondered if he would ever truly forgive her for her mistake. After all, she hadn't meant to hurt him; not really.
When he heard a sharp tap on his window, Cas didn't give it much consideration; hell, he didn't even give it a mere thought, his surroundings too inconsequential in comparison of the crippling pain in his chest. But by the sixth time of that increasingly louder TAP at the glass surface, Castiel finally sighed and sluggishly moved across the room to investigate. When he looked out the window and saw Dean Winchester standing on the lawn with a fistful of rocks, Cas very nearly had a heart attack.
He suddenly forgot how to move, think, or even breathe; all he could think of was Dean and the fact that even after he broke his heart, he'd returned to potentially do it again. But against his best judgment and the screams of warnings from the voices in his head, Castiel opened his window and stuck his head out, whispering, "What are you doing here, Dean? Naomi and Michael could be back any minute!"
"I had to see you, Cas," Dean told him, looking up at him with sincerity on his face, "Can I come up? I gotta talk to you." Castiel only hesitated a few seconds before he nodded numbly and stepped back. As Dean climbed up the side of his house, Castiel locked his bedroom door and sat back down on his bed, wondering what Dean wanted now. Probably his bleeding heart on a silver platter; not that Cas wouldn't give that to him if he asked kindly enough.
As he watched Dean slip into his window and close it behind him, Castiel felt all his anger and frustration fade away at the sight of him. He could never stay upset with Dean; no matter how much the assbutt deserved it.
"Hey." Dean greeted quietly once he faced Castiel again, a small, anxious smile on his lips.
Castiel didn't bless him with a smile in return as he simply crossed his arms over his chest and replied flatly, "Hello."
Dean scratched the back of his head and glanced around at his plain, boring room, "Nice digs."
"If you're referring to my chambers, then thank you." He responded, face impassive but heart hammering. Dean bit his lip and stayed motionless for a moment before he hesitantly walked over. Before realizing it, Castiel moved over so he could sit near him. Dean shot him an almost hopeful glance at the action, but Castiel refused to look at him, fixating his gaze pointedly on the spotless white carpet.
Dean let out a long sigh and took Castiel's hand into his gentle, calloused grasp. Before Cas could pull away (though he wasn't sure if he even had the willpower to do so), Dean leaned in and kissed him chastely on the cheek, his lips lingering a little before he pulled away. Castiel immediately stilled as he switched his gaze to Dean, anger blazing in his eyes as he hissed, "Stop tormenting me like this, Dean. It isn't funny."
"Tormenting you?" His green eyes seemed innocent—perhaps naive even—but he had to know the utter internal demolition he caused when he ran out of the Roadhouse (right?), "Cas...I don't understand. You—You do like me, don't you?"
"I like you too much, Dean." Castiel fumed, standing up and running his hand through his hair, "But I will not allow you to toy with my emotions like I'm simply just a source of amusement."
"I'm not trying to toy with anything of yours, Cas," Dean declared firmly, his grip on his hand tightening, "Look, I may have overreacted back there—"
"May?" He growled, "You ripped my heart out, Dean."
Dean flinched and when he stared into Castiel's eyes, he saw nothing but regret in those vivid green irises, "I didn't know what I wanted then."
"But you do now?" He said with a skeptical expression.
"Yes." Dean responded as he stood up and faced him, utter certainty in his voice.
He arched an eyebrow, "And what is that?"
"You." His eyes dropped to Castiel's lips, and Cas felt his half-dead heart abruptly jump to life. The blue eyed boy swallowed hard and could barely hear anything over his hammering heartbeat as Dean leaned in and kissed him.
Dean tasted like fine whisky and sin, and Castiel's body begged to be corrupted. Dean grabbed his waist and pushed their bodies flush together, allowing Cas to feel the hard muscles that he'd longed to touch for so many months. The hypnotic siren only succeeded in distracting Cas with his tongue for only a minute before he broke the kiss and pulled away slightly to clear his head, breaths coming out in heavy pants.
"I lied," Castiel panted just to get it out in the open, to see if Dean could really accept him for who he truly was, "I don't really like your music. It's loud and annoying."
Dean chuckled as he thumbed Castiel's hip bones, "We all have our opinions."
"I like cake better than pie."
A corner of Dean's mouth twitched, but he surprised him by shrugging and replying, "Maybe I can change your mind."
"If Naomi or Michael finds out about us," He whispered, fear clogging his voice, "We'll both be in immediate danger."
"You're worth a little danger." He responded, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"I'm broken." The truth tasted acidic on his tongue.
Dean shook his head and murmured in his ear, "You're perfect."
Letting out a shuddering breath, Castiel seized Dean's head and shoved their lips roughly together, giving him a brutal, bruising kiss. But just when Dean grasped the hem of Castiel's shirt, a sharp knock sounded at the door that caused them to jump apart. His stomach dropped at the thought of Naomi finding out about them already—
"Cas?" Anna's worried voice filtered through the door as he saw the doorknob twist fruitlessly, "Why is the door locked?"
Castiel cleared his voice, "No reason, Anna. I'll, uh…be out in a second."
"Cockblocking bitch." Dean muttered under his breath before kissing Cas chastely goodbye, "I'll see you later, yea?"
Cas nodded, "Of course."
Dean smirked as he let go of Castiel and walked towards the window. But just before he slinked out of sight, Cas found his voice and hesitantly asked, "Dean?"
"Yea?"
He swallowed hard, staring down at his feet, "Does this mean we're...together now?"
"Yea," Dean replied without missing a beat before adding, "I mean, if you wanna be."
Castiel smiled and shyly met his gaze, "I'd like that."
"But our little secret, right?" Dean said before shrugging, "Don't want the Bitch to cause a shitstorm."
"Only until I'm eighteen and old enough to move out." Castiel agreed with a nod, earning a lewd grin from Dean in return. The green eyed man opened his mouth to most likely spew an immature, dirty reference that Cas probably wouldn't even get, but Anna's persistent knocking interrupted him.
"Cas, open the door now."
Dean gave him one last wink before dropping out of sight. Castiel let out a long sigh and vainly tried to fix his ruffled appearance. Though when he unlocked the door and opened it, Anna knew what had happened right away and gave him an exasperated look.
"Please tell me you didn't give that ass another chance."
His red lips curled into a mischievous grin, "I plead the fifth."
Dean was driving down the desolate road and trying to keep the face-splitting grin off of his lips when his cellphone rang.
Without looking who it was, Dean answered it and immediately recognized Jo's smug voice, "Hey, Fag."
"Sup, Lesbo." He retorted, not able to keep the joy out of his voice.
"How'd your romantic quest go?"
"Very well," He replied, "I kissed him. Twice."
"Oh, good for you," Jo said sarcastically before adding smugly, "I made out with Charlie."
Dean frowned, "Bitch, why you gotta one-up me?" Jo laughed in response, and Dean had to fight to keep the smile from resurfacing on his face.
"You know, we should start a club." She declared after she calmed herself down.
Dean scoffed, "What, for oblivious idiots that are hopelessly gone for their gay best friends?"
"We can call it: The Blondes." She replied.
"Dammit Jo," Dean groaned as a realization overcame him, "Our love life aided a stereotype!"
"We're such clichés." She agreed with mocking sorrow.
Dean could only laugh and silently agree.
Author's Note: Destiel is canon, you guys (well...in this universe at least)! I also added the last part about Dean and Jo forming a club since a lot of people have been saying it! I don't know when the next update will be, but I can guarantee it will be soon (seven more chapters to go before the end! Can you believe that?).
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