Supernatural short stories

GWH Confession

"Alright, we're outside, what?"

Sam crossed his arms, "well you tell me,"

Dean scoffed and threw his arms out, "Sam, I am clearly not getting any of the hints you're trying to throw at me."

"Fine, did something happen between you and Castiel?"

Dean smiled and looked away, "Yeah, how'd you-" his face went pale, "you're upset. It's not- it's not 'cause we're both guys I thought-"

"No, it's- what?"

"Is it 'cause he's your professor? Because you're not in his class-"

"No. Dean, stop! I don't actually know what's going on, what happened between you and Castiel?"

"Well uh," Dean sighed, "I invited him over because I wanted to apologize to him, you know, in person. Then he took me to this club and we-"

Sam's eyes widened, "Dean what the hell?! He's an alcoholic why would you-"

"I know! Sam listen-"

"That's a dick move even for you Dean."

"Quit it Sam, it was his idea. This place, it was- how do I describe it- it was a sober bar. No bar, really. Like there was no alcohol at all."

"What? That's a thing?"

"Yeah, it's a nice place. Mostly for young addicts. People that want someplace to party without the pressure of drinks or drugs."

"Oh," Sam bit his fingernail and mumbled, "Then how'd he get drinking again?"

"What was that?"

"Nothing. What happened next?"

"Well, uh after a while, he brought me home." Dean blushed.

"And?" Sam couldn't help but smile at his big brother being all flustered.

"We uh kissed," Dean bit his lip, thinking about how nice it was to have Cas's lips against his, "we're dating now."

Sam clapped his brother's shoulder, "that's great man-" the smile dropped from his face, "wait. Dean, Cas isn't ok. I saw him stumbling around campus drunk."

Dean's head shot up, "What?"

"I'm pretty sure he walked himself home, but he was like really drunk."

"How is that possible? He- he was sober. He was happy. I- what-"

"Did anything else happen last night?"

"No! No, I need to see him." Dean went down the porch steps.

"Dean wait," Sam followed him, "you're not taking the car?"

"She needs gas, there's no time."

Sam wanted to say, yes there's definitely time, Castiel is safe at home, but he stopped himself. 

Dean started walking down the street. Sam a few steps behind him.

"You know where he lives?"

"Yeah, I went there once to drop something off," he turned around and stopped to look at Sam. Sam stopped too, only a few feet away.

"Sam can you uh," he cleared his throat, "can you not follow me? I want to talk to Cas alone."

"You sure you don't want me to go with you?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. This is personal."

"Alright fine. Of course. Do you have your phone?"

Dean slapped his pockets, "yup. I'll call." He started walking down the street again.