Blue Eyed Stranger [COMPLETE]

Chapter 14: The First Kiss

When their bus arrives, they hop on together.

Dean sits down with his legs wide and back straight, his body language portraying somebody with confidence who owns the world.

It was reading the way his body moved was what Castiel liked to do most. How his broad shoulders pin to the back of his seat square, how his sharp jawline clenches. Sometimes it made Castiel think that he could've had military training of some sort.

He knew now that he was wrong and that he's just a lawyer. Alfie was right though, he did have the whole ex-army dad demeanour.

Cas copies Dean wanting to see if it'll have a mental affect, to see if it'd make him feel somewhat powerful too. It works for Dean, right?

He starts by rolling his shoulders back, strapping himself to the seat. It's uncomfortable. Probably because he's been a sloucher since the dawn of time.

He looks up and pouts his lips too, seeing if he can model the similar Herculean gaze Dean does. Hi, I'm powerful, his mind says to himself as he looks at his reflection in the window. He concludes that he's not the son of Zeus and frowns at himself, seeing how he looks like an idiot. He tries his last resort.

Cas splays his leg in an odd manner. He hogs the space in front of him like most territorial men do on public transport. He feels... dare he say it... masculine. He shivers and folds his legs over like normal.

Castiel's jurisdiction with himself leaves him thinking that he's not a macho kinda guy. Plain old simple Cas will just have to work for him.

His challenge diverts from his self-project as he tries testing the water with Dean again.

He still attempts to lengthen his legs out, letting his knees rest against Dean's. It's simple contact, but it feels nice.

Pressing further, he rests forwards on his knees and lets his thighs grow even closer to the other man's.

"You know, I can't remember thanking you enough for helping me find Mittens." Castiel comments, edging to see how Dean reacts to the situation.

He's not sure if he's imagining it, but a small smile appears on his face.

"It's no problem." Dean looks at their legs, acting like he wasn't seconds later attempting a recovery. "It's not everyday I'm approached by a guy covered in mud." He says in a more sarcastic tone.

Castiel smirks at the thought, to think that he looked like that and Dean had still helped him.

"What about everyday you're approached by a guy, period?" Cas can't help himself from asking, not being able to cover up a sly smile.

Dean scoffs in a sarcastic manner. "Depends which bar I'm at."

It makes Castiel arch his eyebrow in question and smile.

"How about on a bus?" He asks, straightforward and simple, knowing what answer he's hoping for but simultaneously preparing for something completely different.

He's sure that he could hold up a sign that says  I AM GAY  in big, bold letters with  I AM INTERESTED IN YOU  underneath it and it could have the same effect.

As his question hangs in the air, Cas is immediately haunted by the reason why he's never said anything as direct before, and instead dropped hints in the pit instead; Dean might not be gay. He might not even be interested in guys, he might never of been with one. Cas' self-awareness makes him feel guilty — he feels stupid, projecting his own emotions onto a stranger, who face it, has never implied he's interested in him romantically. Dean could just want to be friends and Cas has been dishonest and unfair, romanticising everything unwontedly. His heart beats fast, has he ruined everything in a matter of a few moments?