"How is it even possible you've never seen The Blair Witch Project?" Dean asked incredulously, gawking at Castiel sitting on the couch. "I have incredibly strict parents, I've not seen any horror movies, Dean." Castiel responded with a shrug. "Oh, no. No, no, no, that will not stand in this friendship, Cas."
With a flourish, Dean popped the DVD into the player plugged into the TV before plopping down right beside Castiel on the couch, hitting the play button on the remote with a pleased grin. "The movie was made to be believed it was legit found footage, freaked a whole lotta people out." Dean announced as the opening sequence played.
Castiel watched intently, leaning forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. Dean sat with his body turned slightly toward Cas, his focus less on the TV and more on Cas' face. The beginning of the movie wasn't anything special and Dean couldn't count how many times he'd watched it. This was his first time experiencing someone watching it for the first time.
Castiel was enraptured as the story played out, his body slowly gravitating closer toward Dean on the couch when scenes of the teens going through the woods began to get interesting. Dean was wholly focused on Cas' reactions now, fully aware at just how much closer they were than when they originally sat down.
Castiel jumped during an intense moment and was now practically sitting halfway in Dean's lap, his hands over his eyes screwed shut. Dean's hand instinctively went to Cas' shoulder, his pulse quickening at their unintentional closeness. Castiel was blissfully unaware of the effect he was having on Dean.
Both boys had completely forgotten their movie snacks, Castiel too engrossed in the movie and Dean too focused on not popping a boner with Castiel sitting impossibly close, their legs somewhat tangled together over the edge of the couch. Castiel yelped during one scene, fully seated in Dean's lap now.
"Uh, Cas..." Dean breathed, trying to steady his shaky voice. Castiel turned his body, still in Dean's lap, to look at him. The slight friction sent a shudder down Dean's spine, causing him to breathe sharply through his nose. Castiel blinked a couple of times before realizing what was going on.
"Shit... I'm sorry, I... I'll move." he whispered, his cheeks tinting pink. As he shifted to scoot back across the couch, Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist, keeping him from moving away. "Dean?" Castiel blinked, unsure of what was happening. Dean brought his lips up to Cas', brushing them lightly. The small action caused Castiel to part his lips on a faint gasp.
Dean urged him down into a chaste kiss, his hands sliding up Cas' back to rest between his shoulder blades. Castiel encircled his arms around Dean's neck, slowly deepening the kiss. For a moment, neither of them moved or tried to pull away, their lips slotted together near perfectly. When Castiel finally made to pull away slightly, both boys were breathing heavily.
"I don't know what came over me... Fuck, that was wrong. I should've done that..." Dean pulled his arms away from Castiel's body, raising them by his sides defensively. Castiel's face fell, the sudden shift in expression making Dean's chest ache. He seriously just fucked up.
Castiel untangled himself from Dean's lap and quickly stood to his feet, his eyes downcast at the floor. "I'll take you home." Dean said sadly moving to stand from the couch. He hurried over to the front door, grabbing his key to the Impala as he went, Castiel silently following.
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The drive to Castiel's was unbelievably awkward, Dean had no idea what to even say and Castiel hadn't looked at him once during the entire drive. He knew he needed to say something, and quick before he lost his only friend. Dean pulled alongside the curb outside Castiel's house.
"Cas, wait, please?" Dean said before Castiel could open the passenger door. He paused his hand on the door handle, still not looking in Dean's direction. "I fucked up, I'm just not entirely sure how exactly." Dean frowned, his brow furrowed. Castiel remained quiet. Dean couldn't tell if that was good or bad, so he continued.
"I don't think kissing you was the bad part, but my reaction after... Just, fuck, I'm not good at this shit, at any of it." he let out a frustrated cry, staring up at the roof of his car. "Please don't let this be the thing that screws up our friendship." he whispered, his voice hoarse with near tears. Castiel finally looked at him then.
"I like you, Dean, really like you... I don't want to screw this up either." he said softly, reaching out to cup Dean's cheek. Dean looked over at him, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Can I try again?" Dean questioned, searching Cas' face. Castiel nodded slowly.
Dean crawled across the seat, cornering Castiel against the door, their faces mere inches apart like they'd been twenty minutes ago. Castiel closed his eyes as Dean brushed his lips over his own, this time the kiss was more sure. Castiel let Dean control the kiss, keeping his arms tucked against his sides. Dean cupped both sides of Cas' face, slowly deepening the kiss.
The quietest of moans slipped from Castiel's mouth, his lips parted as Dean licked into him, their tongues sliding together. Dean let out a groan, feeling warmth spread in his gut. Castiel tasted sweet on his tongue, his senses overwhelmed by how soft his lips were. He wanted Cas to wrap his arms around him again.
"Please, Cas..." Dean breathed against his lips, tilting his head back enough to talk, to beg. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, drawing him closer. This time Dean was the one in Castiel's lap, their hips flush as he adjusted himself to straddle Cas' legs. "Dean." Castiel moaned, his hips lifting on their own to get some sort of friction.
"Shh baby, I got you." Dean snuck his hand between their bodies, cupping Castiel through his jeans. "Fuck..." Castiel whimpered, grinding into Dean's offered hand. He knew this was moving too fast, he didn't want to scare Dean, so he stilled his movements. "We should talk about this first." Castiel panted, letting go of Dean fully.
Dean reluctantly pulled away, sitting back down onto the bench seat to look at Cas. "Shit, you're right." Dean laughed nervously, his cheeks flushed. "Should we do that right now?" Dean questioned looking up at Castiel.
"I think so." Castiel answered honestly, nodding. "How do we start?" Dean inquired.
"Do you have feelings for me?" Castiel asked. "Yeah, yes, I do. I'm just... Not sure about how I feel, sexually." Dean responded biting his lip. "Well, I mean, that would be a good indicator." Castiel's eyes dropped to Dean's crotch. Dean followed his gaze to the tent of his jeans.
"Oh, yeah..." Dean blushed even more.
"How about this, we try dating seriously and see where it leads?" Castiel offered smiling at Dean. "Okay, I would like to take you out properly." Dean nodded, smiling. "Would you like to join me for dinner Saturday?" Dean asked. "Yes, Dean." Castiel beamed, blushing. With that, Castiel got out and headed up to his house, watching as Dean drove away.