"Here you go, boys. Two house specials." their waitress smiled setting down two baskets of food on the table. "Thanks." Dean and Castiel both said smiling back at the woman as she walked away. Castiel looked down at the basket in front of him, his eyes wide in surprise at the massive burger nestled atop the onion rings.
"Don't judge it 'til you've tried it, trust me." Dean announced catching Cas' attention. He lifted his own burger to his mouth and took a large bite before chewing and swallowing it down. Castiel blushed hearing Dean's satisfied moan. He picked up his own burger and took a significantly smaller bite.
"Oh my God..." Dean glanced up to see Cas' blissful expression. "What's on this?" Castiel asked, oblivious to Dean watching him take another bite. "Two patties, three cheeses, tomato, lettuce and candied bacon." Dean grinned happily. "All topped on the best double deep fried onion rings." he added before taking another bite of his own burger.
"I've never had something this incredible before, my mother would die if she knew I was eating this..." Castiel whispered the last part, glancing around the diner. "I take it she's a bit of a health nut." Dean responded with a small laugh. "That's one way to put it. She went on a whole health kick after my dad had a scare with his heart last year." Castiel explained solemnly.
"Hey, I didn't mean to bring down the mood." Castiel quickly added when he noticed the frown on Dean's face. "This is amazing, and I am really glad you brought me here." he reached across the table and took Dean's hand in his, stroking his thumb across the back of Dean's hand. Dean smiled softly, threading his fingers with Cas'.
They spent the rest of their meal in silence, their hands still linked the entire time. Dean couldn't help the fluttering feeling in his stomach every time he glanced over to see their hands intertwined on the table top. He couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to anyone who looked their way while they ate.
If he wanted to hold his boyfriend's hand, he was going to.
-_-_-_
"Dean, could you come here for a minute?" Bobby called as soon as Dean walked through the front door. With a sigh, he tossed his bag down onto the couch and made his way into the kitchen. "Yes, sir?" Dean prompted spotting Bobby and Sam sitting at the table. "Sit down." Bobby gestured to the seat across from Sam. Dean slid into the empty chair beside his little brother.
"There's something we need to talk about, and I want both of you to come to an agreement." Bobby began looking between Dean and Sam. "Is this about dad?" Sam gave his uncle a look. "Yes, son. It's about John, he's going to be released next week and..." "I don't want to see him." Sam interrupted, surprising Dean and Bobby.
"Well, now wait a second Sam." Bobby started but Sam held up his hand. "If he wants to see us, he shouldn't have left us. He should have been there for me and Dean..." Sam looked over at his brother. "You heard Sammy, we don't want anything to do with John." Dean said firmly when Bobby looked at him.
"If he comes here for us, we won't see him and he'll just be wasting his breath. I'm done holding mine for an apology or explanation..." Dean took Sam's hand when he offered it, squeezing it reassuringly. Bobby huffed out a breath he'd been holding. "Alright then, if that's your decision, I will stand by it." the corner of Bobby's mouth twitched up.
"Thank you, Bobby." Dean nodded, smiling faintly as Sam hurried out of the kitchen. "You boys have been through enough, I shouldn't force you to see John if you don't want to." Bobby sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose. "If that's all, I have a quiz to study for." Sam announced standing from the table before ducking out of the kitchen.
"Before you run off to call Cas, we need to discuss you working at the garage," Bobby began, stopping Dean as he started to stand up. "Yes, sir." he nodded dropping back down into the chair.
-_-_-_
"We're gonna be late for class..." Castiel whined tilting his head back as Dean kissed a trail down his throat, nipping gently as he went. He smirked when Cas arched his back, pressing closer into Dean's body. The two of them were hiding in a supply closet, barely lit from the light outside in the school hallway.
"Would that really be so bad, Cas?" Dean murmured kissing Cas' exposed collarbone, his hands coming up to hold Cas by his hips. He slowly sank to his knees before Cas, his bright green eyes gazing up at Cas as his slipped his thumbs into the belt loops of Cas' pants.
"You're a terrible influence, Dean Winchester." Castiel cocked an eyebrow, looking down at him. "You love it." Dean smirked tugging Cas closer by his belt loops. His face was now inches from Cas' crotch and the rather obvious tent in his pants.
Dean brought over his right hand and grasped Cas through his pants, earning a quiet moan from his boyfriend. "Dean..." Castiel keened as Dean palmed his erection through his pants. "Please." he panted, his head thumping against the closet door. Dean undid Cas' zipper and pushed his pants down his thighs, stopping above his knees.
"Look at you, all worked up just for me." Dean whispered watching Cas as he tipped his head down, pressing his lips over the tip of Cas' dick through the soft cotton of his boxers. Above him, Cas' breath was coming out in shallow puffs, his eyes shut and his fists clenched at his sides. Dean mouthed over the growing wet spot on Cas' boxers, moaning softly.
"I'll take being late if you get your mouth on me." Castiel breathed out harshly, reaching out to grasp Dean by the back of his head. "Yes, sir." Dean growled tugging Cas' boxers down, tucking them under his dick. Castiel sucked in a breath when Dean flattened his tongue over his leaking slit.
"Oh, fuck!" "Be quiet or we're gonna get caught. You want someone seeing you with your dick down my throat?" Dean hissed, reaching a hand up, covering Cas' mouth as he shook his head. "Good boy." Dean grinned. He took the head of Cas' dick into his mouth, slowly suckling on it. Castiel whimpered and moaned, the noises muffled by Dean's hand.
-_-_-_
"Mr. Winchester, Mr. Novak, so nice of you to finally join us." Ms. Moseley greeted all too sweetly as Dean and Castiel walked into the classroom. Dean flashed the woman a charming smile while Castiel ducked his head, trying desperately to hide his flushed cheeks.
"Sorry miss, we lost track of time." Dean announced as he ushered Cas towards the last two empty seats at the back of the room. "Don't let it happen again, boy." Ms. Moseley chided, wagging her finger at them before returning to the blackboard. Dean huffed out a laugh as he dropped down into the chair beside Cas.
Castiel dug his book out of his bag and spread it open on his desk, keeping his head bowed out of fear his flushed cheeks hadn't returned to normal. "Relax, no one's paying attention to us." Dean said reassuringly, reaching across the gap between their seats to brush his thumb over Cas' hand. At that, Castiel seemed to relax the tiniest bit.
"Hey, you should come with me after school,"
Dean announced, grinning when Cas turned his head to look at him. "Uncle Bobby's gonna show me around the garage, he wants me to help out on Fridays to get familiar with working there." he explained, still grinning. "That's great, Dean. I would like that." Castiel smiled brightly.