Dammit Cas (Destiel/Sabriel highschool AU)

Closets are overrated

A/N: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update, I'm not very good at being consistent with my writing. Anyway, I hope you like the story so far and I hope you enjoy this chapter! I'm not very good at writing things like this so leave a comment to tell me how I did. I love you awesome nerds. ~C

\\Castiel's POV//
I woke up to the buzzing of my phone. I checked my clock and saw the time read 10:07 AM. I rubbed my eyes and turned on the phone, finding the text message that had woken me up. It was from Dean. I sighed and opened it, skimming over the words.

DW: Hey Cas! Were you still able to come over today?

I groan, I had forgotten I had said I could. As far as I knew, we weren't busy today, but did I really want to go? Another buzzing causes me to come out of my thoughts and I read another text from Dean.

DW: Please say you can, I could really use the company...

I sigh and slap a hand to my head, knowing I couldn't say no to that.

CN: Sure, I'll be right over.
DW: Super! See you soon!

I shut off my phone and roll out of bed, opening the door and banging on Gabe's door. "Gabe, I'm going over to Dean's. Be good!" I hear a muffled grunt and I laugh before going to find some breakfast.

About twenty minutes and a shower later, I'm walking out the door and getting in my car, driving to Dean's slowly. I felt bad that I was dreading this so much, it wasn't Dean's fault that I liked him and he doesn't like me. It just made me so... Sad. But at the same time, it made me feel even worse that I was taking this out on Dean, who still thought we were just friends. I just wish that Charlie hadn't gotten my hopes up.

I pull into the driveway and unlock the car doors, stepping down from the drivers seat. The old wooden door swings open and I see a smirking Sam standing in the doorway. He turns and yells to Dean, still with that knowing grin plastered on his face. I roll my eyes and start up the walkway, getting to the door faster than I would've liked.

"Hey Castiel, Dean's in the shower but you can wait in his room 'till he gets out I guess," Sam states, leaving to me to my own as he leaves to find a book somewhere. I try to put a smile on my face as I walk up the stairs, turning into Dean's small room. I lay on the bed and close my eyes, thinking of what I could say to him that wouldn't give away my disappointed mood.

\\Dean's POV//
I heard the door open and heard Sam yell my name, but I let the water run over my skin for a while longer before I turned it off and wrapped myself in a towel, stepping out of the shower. The mirror was fogged and the room was steaming after I left, even after I opened the window. I had been in there for a while, just thinking. Thinking about Bela, thinking about Cas, thinking about the mess I was in. Everyday I found it harder and harder to convince myself that I wasn't gay. Because, am I? Is this thing with Cas for real or is it just strong friendship?

I walk across the hallway and into my room, the towel around my waist, when I saw Cas lying on my bed, fast asleep. His soft black hair is ruffled on my pillow and the blanket rumpled around his feet. I stare at his figure for several minutes before quickly grabbing my clothes and exiting the room, walking back to the bathroom where I get changed and brush my teeth, slicking my hair while I was at it.

Finally finished, I quietly made my way to my room and sat on the floor, staring up at the sleeping boy in my bed. I felt a deep longing in my chest and decide to wake him up instead of staring at him until he woke up himself. With a light shake, he bolts up, his blue eyes wide.

"Dean?" he asks, blinking several times before bringing a hand through his messy hair. "Sorry, I must've fallen asleep." I chuckle and he cracks a smile before adjusting himself on the bed to give me room to sit. I move up with him and sit far enough away that we weren't touching, but close enough so that I could feel the warmth radiating off of his body.

"So," he begins, cheeks reddening. "How was your, uh, date?" I frown, wondering why he wants to talk about that.

"Terrible, to be honest. She complained the whole time and was really being a royal bitch," I say easily, glad to confide in Castiel. "I would've rather have gone with you." He squints his eyes and I realize what that must have sounded like. I hadn't even meant to say those words, they had just rolled off my tongue.

"I mean I would've- it'd been better if- not like that- as," I stutter out, trying to amend my mistake. Cas's eyes are still half closed, trying to make sense of my words.

\\Castiel's POV//
He would've rather gone with me? On his..date? He must have meant it in a different way, not the way I heard it. While I'm trying to figure out what I should do about his statement, he is trying to fix it. All that comes out are broken phrases and pieces of words.

"I mean I would've- it'd been better if- not like that- as," he stutters and it's so damn hot to see him all flustered like this. I remember what Charlie had told me a few days ago. If it feels right in the moment, go for it. And so I did.

Our lips fit together like a puzzle, each crashing down on each other perfectly in sync. I tried not to get self aware too much, but was I a good kisser? Was I doing it right? I had never really kissed anyone before, like for real. Sure, there was that third grade kiss that no one cares about, but this was pretty much my first kiss. I felt like an amateur compared to Dean's strong and perfect lips, moving softly on mine. He has kissed so many girls I'm sure, him being the top commodity on the hot market. He has kissed so many girls before...

And with this thought, I break it off, pushing back against Dean's chest, both of us panting heavily. I don't dare look up into his eyes, for fear of him being disgusted. But eventually, I lift my gaze to his startled green eyes and find that they are filled with passion and lust, much like my own. I hear a soft, "dammit, Cas," before his lips are on mine again, our tongues a mess against each other and our lips frantically moving together.

\\Dean's POV//
His kiss takes me aback, definitely not expecting his lips to meet with mine anytime in the near future. But as soon as they did, I am kissing him back with all I've got. His force surprises me; he was the best kisser I had ever kissed, and I had kissed a lot of chicks.

He breaks it off first, panting and breathing heavily on the bed next to me. I look up at him, waiting for our eyes to meet. And when they do, all I can see is him. Castiel. His eyes, his soft lips, his hair, his jaw... And with a quiet, "dammit, Cas," I'm back on him, kissing his lips roughly. Many thoughts are flying widely through my mind but the one that keeps surfacing is simply: Dammit Cas. Dammit, you hot, adorable, fluffy, striking human being. Damn you, Castiel.