Superficial Love

Chapter 7

~Cas~

We just stared at each other for like 5 minutes straight.

Nobody even talked or moved or did ANYTHING but stare. And to be quite honest, it was nice to explore into his eyes without him suddenly looking at me and things getting awkward.

But things were starting to get awkward.

"You wanna come inside?" I finally asked

"Yeah, I don't have anywhere to be so why not?"

Dean stepped inside the large entrance and Cas slowly closed the door behind him, locking it to make sure they were safe.

Once I was done fiddling with the lock, I made my way to the stairs, brushing his arm slightly with mine.
He looked at me with a hint of amusement glistening in his beautiful green eyes, and I just shrugged it off.

I was so used to him grabbing a hold of my hand and walking through the crowded hallways from earlier, that I was almost disappointed when none was needed.

~Dean~

I walked into the giant doorway of his house and mused at all the pictures crowding the wall.

I heard a *click* behind me letting me know he locked the door, as I kept taking in all of the space.

I heard Cas' bare feet on the marble floor and I knew he was making his way towards the stairs. Towards me.

I was still staring at one particular picture above a large mirror in the entry way when all of the sudden I felt a sudden brush of skin on my arm. His arm slowly made contact with mine, and it was almost like time itself had completely stopped for this moment. The contact lasted at least 20 minutes in my head but in reality, probably 1 second. 

I looked at him with amusement and excitement pulsing through my veins, and he then glanced over his shoulder shrugging very lightly.

I can't explain exactly what that moment was, but it wasn't nothing.

~Cas~

We started making our way up the stairs in silence, but it was a comfortable silence so I wasn't in any hurry.

Finally, after walking back through 2 countries, we found my room.

Yes found it because I was so lost in trying to keep everything together for Dean, that I forgot where my room was.

I opened up the door, letting cold air escape its enclosed area. (My room was coincidentally the coldest room in all the 500 billion freakin rooms this house had to offer)

Because I was practically naked, it sent chills through my neck and down my spine.

"Are you ok?" I heard deans voice behind me.

I looked back at him folding my arms trying to keep myself from freezing to death, and planting a little smile on the corners of my mouth.
"Yeah I'm fine"

Once we were inside the room, I walked straight to my closet and fished out an oversized TØP sweatshirt I bought last summer at a concert when they hit LA.

I came back out of the closet to find Dean standing there just staring at the floor.

"You know, my room isn't coated with Ebola" I chuckled. "You can sit on my bed if you want"