Uncle Cas

The chances I blew up and I gave you my love to borrow

Part 1: The chances I blew up

"Dean?" Castiel knocked on the teen's door and heard a definitely non-Dean squeak on the other side of the door.

"Coming!" Dean called and seconds later the door flung open to reveal a pretty blonde girl.

She tittered at him and slid past and down the stairs.

"Well hello to you too." He chuckled and turned back to the room. Dean hadn't moved from the desk he had been leaning on when Jo opened the door.

"Yes Uncle Cas?" he asked and crossed his arms. He didn't look half as irritated by the interruption as Castiel would have thought, judging by Jo's pink cheeks.

"I was just going to tell you that Mary wanted to you to come cut your birthday cake but I guess you were content where you were?" he smiled and Dean looked surprised for a second before chuckling and motioning for Castiel to come closer.

Castiel's cheeks did not burn at the sound of the deep chuckle. What the hell was wrong with him?

"She was just giving me a birthday present." He said and beckoned Castiel even closer.

"Oh, then I'm very sorry I interrupted." Castiel smirked but Dean just shook his head.

"Not something like that, this." He showed Castiel two pieces of paper and Castiel whistled when he recognized them as concert tickets. He had known Dean had wanted them but they were pricy.

"Pretty and rich, a real catch." He teased as he read the little information square on the backside.

Dean was standing very close and looking at him strangely but he decided not to care this time around. Things had been a little awkward between them since Dean had caught him with Balthazar over a month ago but he was finally feeling like they were pushing past it. Nothing inappropriate had happened after all so there was nothing to fuss about, right? All children were like to walk in on their parents once in a life time and Castiel was neither Dean's parent nor some kind of sex deviant that had displayed himself out in the open. Had he forgotten that the Winchesters had a tendency to walk into his apartment like they lived there — like what he did at their house? Yes. And had he been a little too eager with Balthazar? Yes. But that was beside the point.

The real point was that he and Dean were finally comfortable with each other again. Or so he believed at least.

When the teen didn't answer him he looked up and met Dean's intense stare.

"Dean?"

"She's not my girlfriend Cas. She's just a friend." He stated firmly and Castiel started a little at Dean using only his name. That had never happened before.

"I'm sorry." Castiel put down the tickets, confused at Dean's approach. "I shouldn't have presumed."

"No, you shouldn't." Dean leaned just a little bit closer and Gods help him, Castiel let him. "She could never be my girlfriend."

"That-that's okay Dean, you don't have to explain."

"Oh but I think I kind of do." He put a hand on Castiel's arm and if Castiel wasn't so deep in self-denial he would have called the shudder that ran through him for what it was: desire. "You know Uncle Cas, this was a very good birthday for me, I got almost every-thing I wanted."

"Oh?" Castiel asked, breathless and trapped. He wanted to run, he really did but those greens... "And what didn't you get?"

"This." Dean hissed and snaked his hands up Castiel's chest, resting one on the back of Castiel's neck and the other on his shoulder.