Moving On (Destiel)

37: Just For Tonight

"Do you want to watch a movie?", Dean murmured into Cas's raven-black hear.

"With you?", Cas asked to make sure.

"Of course with me, you think I'm gonna let you do what you want after tonight? I claimed you now, deal with it."

Cas leaned away from him enough to look him into the eyes, but not far enough to make him miss the body heat connecting them. "Why did you ask if you own me now, anyway?"

"Just to give you the feeling of having some rights. Not keeping you a slave like the old Romans did, but more like... Bruce Wayne and Alfred?"

Cas raised his eyebrows. "With me as your "step"-dad? Kinky."

"I'm sure as hell in for it," Dean said and winked, and they both broke out into a laugh. "No, really. Movie night?"

Cas glanced at the clock and almost choked. It showed 11:49 p.m. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea, Dean. It's almost midnight."

"What's to it?", Dean shrugged. "Best time to hang out and have fun."

"But when tomorrow is school?"

"I doubt I'll get much sleep anyway. But if it concerns you, we can go sleep now, too, and watch a movie another time. Your call."

Cas hesitated. He wouldn't get to sleep much, either. Too many things to overthink. And the idea of lying cuddled up to Dean on the couch, at night in the dimmed lights, sounded enticing. Tempting. 

"Let's go watch a movie."

*

Cas didn't interfere when Dean put in the DVD – after he and Sam had moved in, they had gone on some trips to transfer more of their stuff into the Novak's house, and Dean had used that opportunity to bring all of his DVD and CD collections, and for today he had chosen one of them.

But it wasn't until Dean had put a curtain above the both of them and sat next to Cas that the title aired and Cas gasped. 

"Matrix??", he exclaimed in pure shock. He had expected a comedy, maybe even a romance... but Matrix?!

"Gotta teach you some cult like I promised forever ago."

He could feel Dean's goofy grin even through the dark.

He groaned and buried his face in a pillow. This could be a long night with him showing now interest in the story whatsoever. Well, at least he could watch Dean, then.

In the end, Cas actually liked the movie. The plot was fairly interesting, and the idea of the Matrix structures would normally fascinate him. He would've probably enjoyed the movie all in all if he could've actually focused on it. 

But with his brain's absence it wasn't able to coordinate Cas's thoughts that flew around unordered now. Even with his brain, though, it would've been a pain to sort all of them.

Cas couldn't comprehend all the things that had happened. The first half an hour of the movie he spent himself cursing for how he had kissed Dean – without asking, without thinking. 

It had gone pretty good, but it could've gone completely wrong, as well. Just after Dean apologized, and everything seemed to maybe go better, he almost destroyed it all.

Just when he reached the highlight in which he transmitted the situation on their current position – half a meter away from each other, Cas sitting very stiff and straight and Dean with crossed arms, completely fixated on the flickering screen, Dean reached out and put his arm behind Cas's shoulders.