The Story of US

Chapter 10

A moment frozen in time. That first beautiful, confusing kiss with Castiel Novak. Dean had been dreaming of this moment since they had met and now that he was here, he didn't want to let go. Letting his lips linger he sighed and pulled away. Still cupping Castiels face in his hands he was memorizing every inch of his face. This beautiful creature who had reduced Dean Winchester to a stuttering idiot.

" I don't know what made you think that but I promise you I am not fucking with you. I want...I mean, you make me...I don't fucking know, you are an itch I can't scratch" he said, and the moment the words left his lips he regretted them. He had made it sound less than what it really was. Silently cussing himself, Castiel didn't understand that when he caused all of Deans game to go right out the window.

" I didn't mean that the way it came out. I get all tongue tied around you" he rambled.

Castiel just sat there, watching him.

" Damn I wanted this to go so differently. I was gonna be smooth and irresistible." he confessed

" Dean" Castiel said taking his hands between his own

" Dean, would you like to come inside?" He asked

Dean let loose a nervous laugh and nodded.

Walking quickly to Castiel's apartment, he took Dean's hand in his own and Dean felt his heart swell and split. Just the touch of his hand sent his world into a spin. Once inside Castiel headed straight to the bedroom and came out holding a faded purple tee shirt in his hands.

Here, you need to be dressed or everything might go to hell and I need to get this hand fixed up" Castiel said

Dean took the old LSU shirt and pulled it over his head " you have a first aid kit?" he asked

Castiel produced one from under and counter and Dean proceeded to clean and bandage his hand.

Castiel sat on the couch and Dean took a spot in an old armchair

" I am so confused" Castiel began

Dean held up a hand, cutting him off

" I'm sorry, I've gone about this the wrong way. I had a plan, but obviously that's gone to shit now" he stood up and paced the room, finally stopping to idly play with a giant multicolored slinky.

" I've been wanting to see you again since that night in Denver but I was scared you didn't want to see me" he confessed.

" Since Denver?" Castiel asked

Dean nodded " I was gonna talk to you after the fight but when I looked back you were gone. Ash told me that you fed him some lame excuse about being tired and took off. I ran after you calling your name but you just drove away. " He said.

Castiel didn't even try to hide the look of astonishment on his face. He had thought he heard something and he remembered seeing someone in the road in his rear view mirror.

" When you left, I went back and talked with Ash. The way you bolted after the fight I figured I must have done something to scare you away. So I dropped your class hoping that it would get you outta my head, but that didn't work either" Dean said

" Wait, just wait a second Dean. I didn't leave that night because I didn't like you, I left because I did like you and I thought, well I thought you were straight" Castiel said

When you dropped my class I figured it was for the best because I knew that I wouldn't be able to hide my attraction to you on a daily basis" He continued.

" you thought I was straight? why?" Dean asked, a look of complete confusion on his face.

"well" Castiel started, this was gonna be embarrassing but he owed him the truth, as paranoid and insecure and it was going to make him look

" I saw you with that little brunette and I saw the way she was looking at you and you were leaning into her and I just assumed..." he let his sentence just trail off into nothing

" I am an assuming asshole" Castiel said.

" Lisa" Dean said

Castiel looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since they had started talking.

" her name is Lisa and I have known her since we ere kids. She's not the brightest bulb on the tree but I promise you there is nothing between us." He said and crossed the room and knelt in front of Castiel.

" Whacha say we start over? " Dean asked.

Castiel considered this and then laced his fingers through Deans

" No, I like this. This beginning is perfect" He said

" perfect beginning for what Castiel?" Dean asked, moving his face closer to his

" The story of us" Castiel said as he closed the small space between him and let their lips crash together. It didn't feel like kissing, it felt like coming home.