Bobby ending up saying yes, because after all, and as Castiel suspected, Bobby was a kind hearted old man. Castiel's brothers didn't seem to mind much either, nor did Sam, although part of Castiel guessed that Dean or Bobby, or perhaps even his own brothers told Sam what was happening to them. Castiel kind of wanted the third suspicion to be the answer; he thought it was good that his brothers had someone outside of their family to talk to.
When night came they started to make sleeping arrangements; Gabriel and Balthazar would be in an extra room, and because three teenagers couldn't fit into one bed, and because Dean had two beds in his room, Castiel would be sleeping with him. Castiel was...anxious...and a bit nervous about what was happening. Sleep? In the same room as Dean Winchester? It's not my birthday, nor is it Christmas. What the hell is going on? This can't be happening!
They ate dinner and then Dean began to show Castiel where to go.
"So, it's not exactly the cleanest and most awesome room out there, but it's not too terrible." Dean talked as he walked, "Also there's stuff on the other bed, so we'll have to move that before you can sleep. You can change the sheets if you want." Castiel's germ-a-phobia side almost said yeah, but then the better half of him quickly responded in a quiet tone.
"No, it's fine." He could already think about the lingering scent of Dean that must've been on the sheets. God, Dean's turning me into a pervert.
"Okay,"
They entered Deans room and the first thing Castiel noticed was how simple it was. At a closer glance there were more signs that there was no doubt Dean was the owner. Books and car magazines were on the nightstand, as was an AC/DC album. Posters of bands and movies and cars were on the walls. There was a dresser covered with a few gold colored trophies that looked like they were from little league baseball team. Then there was the other bed. Most of the clutter on sheets were books, some older, some new, then there was the familiar cover of 1984.
"Do you like reading?" Castiel asked. It was partially rhetorical, obviously these books wouldn't be here if he absolutely hated the written word.
"Yeah, a lot of those are mythology, I kind of have this weird fascination with monsters and stuff." Dean nodded, moving forward and stacking some of the books. Castiel followed, also beginning to clean up. Dean told him he didn't need to, that he could do it himself, but Castiel simply waved him off.
"So, is that why you're taking latin? To understand some of these or something?" Dean shrugged.
"I guess, although the Latin language mostly revolves around demons. Oh, and my brother talked me into it, that and I thought latin was a lot cooler than Spanish or French or something." Castiel gave a short laugh. "Hey, latin is a hundred times better spanish." Castiel rolled his eyes.
"That might be true, but you need spanish in actual life." Dean shook his head and picked up the pile of books he collected, Castiel followed.
"Just set them down here." He instructed, dropping his books at the base of his bed. Castiel set his stack down gently next to the other books. "Do you want to get changed?" Dean asked. Castiel squinted and looked down at his clothes.
"Um, I don't have-"
Dean sighs as a way to cut the other boy off. He sauntered over to his dresser heavily and opened the bottom drawer, he rustled through clothes quickly, pulling out a pair of green plaid pajama pants and a black shirt. Dean shrugged and walked back over to Castiel. "They might not fit that well, but better than nothing right?" Dean smiled. Castiel nodded and thanked him. He went off to the bathroom and changed, when he looked at himself in the mirror he realized how much he liked the way he looked in Dean's clothes. The pants were longer and gathered around his ankles and cascaded even farther, showing only his toes after the patterned fabric ended. The shirt was also too large, it bunched around his hips and sagged in the front. He loved the way it looked on him -sure he would prefer seeing Dean in the clothes...or seeing him in anything...or nothing, but he took a mental note of buying looser clothing in the future.
When Castiel walked back into Dean's room, he was changed and wearing his own set of pajamas, which Castiel noted looked pretty damn terrific on him. Dean looked over, turned back to the book he was reading, but quickly glanced back at Dean. His mouth was parted slightly and his eyes scanned Castiel up and down quickly. Castiel suddenly felt very vulnerable and everted his eyes downward. He walked over to his new bed and sat down, he grabbed his phone and started to go through different legal sites. He wanted to know what he was getting into with custody laws and such...
Something kept distracting Castiel however, it was the feeling of someone looking at him, and there was only one other person in the room. Castiel avoided it. Why would he be looking at me? He wouldn't, it must just be my imagination. So he went on ignoring the feeling till he just needed to be sure Dean wasn't actually looking at him. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and sure enough Dean was looking. His mind started wondering and turning reasons over on his head. Castiel started shifting uncomfortably on the sheets, he watched as Dean moved his eyes back to the book he was reading. That's when Castiel looked over.
"What are you reading?" The words came from his mouth before he even meant to say them.
"Umm, it's about sirens. You know the mythical creatures." Castiel nodded his head. He knew about them, but he still asked what the book said about them. Possibly just to hear Dean speak some more.
"It says that they can shift into their victims most desirable vision of a person and make them fall in love. Then they use the persons feelings to make them do evil stuff like killing their previous love." Castiel let out a huff of breath.
"That's intense." Castiel deadpanned. Dean laughed shook his head.
"Monsters usually are."
"What would you see...you know, if a siren came for you?" Dean closed his book and moved himself to the edge of the bed, staring straight as Castiel. Dean smiled and didn't take his eyes off Castiel. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it and pondered the question a second more.
"A special person." Dean shrugged, still smiling. Castiel cocked his head.
"Lisa...Jo..?" Castiel questioned. It was no secret the two girls liked Dean. Well...everyone liked Dean. Sometimes Castiel thought there were people who loved Dean more than he loved himself. Dean had also taken Jo to prom, so there was a good chance it would be her.
Dean laughed again, but this time it was in disbelief. "Jo? She's like my sister, and Lisa's not really my type." Castiel stared at him for a second. Lisa, not his type? Every straight dude wanted Lisa...plus if Castiel could trust what he's overheard, she was bendy.
"Charlie?" Castiel asked.
"Bradbury?" Dean exclaimed. "Cas, she's gay." He leaned forward and his eyes widened. "Like, super gay, she doesn't hide it one bit." Castiel had assumed she was into chicks, but the fact was never confirmed, and she was Dean's friend.
"Then who?" Suddenly Dean turned bashful and looked away with a blush forming across his cheeks. He paused and shook his head.
"Just a person...How about you? Who would you see?" Dean looked back at Castiel after his first statement. Castiel lifted his shoulders and smiled at Dean; it was sad but convincingly innocent.
"Oh, no one."
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Tutoring (Destiel)
Fanfiction"So, I know Mr. Shurley said this was for English," Dean spoke, making Castiel's stomach flutter. How could a voice do that? He thought. "But I was going to ask you to- uh-" he rummaged in his backpack and took out a crumbled piece of paper. "Do you...
