Deamus Fanfiction

Chapter Four

Seamus

Dean kissed him. For a second, Seamus was stunned. Too stunned to react. Then he kissed Dean back, his anger evaporating on the spot. After what felt like an eternity, but was really only a few seconds, they broke apart.

Seamus stared at his best friend, and Dean stared back. Silence swelled between them. They'd crossed from something they'd always known into completely new territory; neither of them knew what to say.

"See?" Seamus said, with a shaky laugh. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"So you..." Dean looked down at the floor. Seamus wanted to reach out and tilt his chin up, but he restrained himself. "You fancy me?"

"Yeah, you idiot," Seamus said. "And you obviously fancy me too. Who would've guessed you'd make the first move?"

"How long?" Dean asked.

"About a year," Seamus said. "You?"

Dean nodded. "Same."

They lapsed back into silence. Dean looked at Seamus, then away, then back again.

"I've made it weird now," he said, his eyebrows knitting together.

"Get over it," Seamus said lightly. "There's no going back now, is there?"

"It just felt so wrong," Dean said. "Going to the ball with Céline, I mean."

"Yeah, with Lavender too."

Dean pressed his lips together. They met eyes, and burst out laughing at the same time. Seamus couldn't believe how much lighter he suddenly felt, as if he'd been untethered from a great weight and was now floating freely. He wanted to kiss Dean again. The first one had ended too quickly.

"Before we do anything, let's make a deal," Dean said suddenly. "Whatever happens now...or, you know, in the future...we'll always stay friends. No matter what."

"You had to make it cheesy," Seamus muttered. 

He felt the heat rising in his pale cheeks. He couldn't understand why he suddenly felt awkward. Usually he was open, unabashed about saying how he felt. His uncle had told him it made him less "manly", but Seamus had never been one to keep his thoughts to himself. Especially when he was with Dean. But listening to him now, it made him feel strange; maybe it was nerves. Beneath that discomfort, however, he felt a wave of relief; he'd had a crush on Dean for a good while now, but he valued their friendship more than he could ever hope to express. It felt beyond reassuring to know that whatever changed between them after today, there was a firm base line that they could always come back to, that they would never let themselves lose.

"I'm serious," Dean said. "I can't lose you, all right?" He looked down as he said it, embarrassed. His eyes were fixed on the floor. He was suddenly vulnerable in a way that Seamus wasn't used to seeing. He couldn't help thinking that Dean had never looked cuter.

"Okay," Seamus said, feeling a smile playing on his lips. "Okay, deal."

Dean looked up. The embarrassment in his eyes was gone, replaced by something else. His face softened as their eyes held each other's gazes. Seamus' heart raced. He felt more afraid yet also more brave than he ever had in his whole life. 

They leaned in towards each other, and when they kissed again, something cracked in Seamus' chest, filling him with a warmth that he hoped would never drain away.