Tutoring (Destiel)

Chapter Twenty Seven

At the end of the day Castiel walked out to the impala like usual, almost as if the day hadn't been simultaneously the worst and best day he's had in a while. Dean was leaning against the hood of his car, when he heard Castiel approach he looked up and smiled at him. Castiel returned the gesture and felt his cheeks heat up and the mere sight of Dean. Balthazar was there too, like usual, but when he saw Castiel his eyes widened.

"Castiel, what the hell happened to your face?" Castiel was going to respond, but Balthazar was already there, holding his face in between his hands. "It looks like you got kicked in the face."

Well, you're not wrong...

"I'm fine, Balth." Balthazar didn't look so sure.

"When did this...? Who?" Balthazar was stumbling over his words.

"It's fine, really, it was in gym, a guy just...spiked a ball and...well, I don't have the best reflexes." Castiel tried to smile at the end, but he was sure it looked pathetic.

Balthazar shook his head. "God, Castiel. You have to pay more attention." Castiel laughed and shoved him away. He walked over to Dean, who waited until Balthazar was in the car to talk.

"That was a terrible cover." Dean was smiling. "Like, who, in a gym volleyball game would put enough effort into the match to break your nose?" Castiel shrugged.

"It's sort of believable."

"Yeah, sort of." Dean turned away and went inside the car, Castiel followed his example and hopped in the passenger seat.

The rest of the trip went like usual; they picked up Gabriel and Sam. The two talked joyfully and Balthazar seemed uninterested. They had also noticed Castiel's face, but he had lied easily and discouraged them from any follow up questions. 

And then they were home.

Gabe and Sam ran over to the television, talking about a movie they had recorded and were dying to watch. Balthazar settled down at the kitchen table, pulling out his homework and getting a start on it. Castiel knew he should be doing the same, but couldn't actually bring himself to start his homework.

He walked to (his) room instead settling on just playing a game on his phone instead. Dean had followed. Castiel looked back at his...friend...more? Maybe?

"Oh, hello." Castiel returned. Dean smiled.

"Hey." Castiel furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Is there something you want to talk about?" Castiel asked. Maybe about what happened in the bathroom earlier today... Castiel still had a huge flood in of questions rattling around in his brain, all of them concerning that one event. Dean just shrugged (What's that suppose to mean?) and stepped forward, closing the space between him and Castiel slowly. Castiel felt his cheeks heat up. He wondered how Dean could pull such a reaction out of Castiel so easily, and just by walking and being in the same room as him. "Dean?" Castiel questioned.

Dean stopped in front of him, one hand coming up to rest in the spot between Castiel's shoulder and neck. Dean licked his lips. "Can I..." Dean whispered, "can I kiss you?" Castiel sucked in a breath, not expecting those words to come out of Dean's mouth. He looked away and nodded his head. Dean have a small smiled and moved his other hand so it was around the nape of Castiel's neck. Castiel still wasn't looking at Dean, too nervous or scared or anxious. Castiel's eyes drifted to the door, it was closed. When did he do that?

"Castiel." Dean almost hummed. Castiel let his eyes fall on Dean's again.

"Yeah?"

"Nothing, I just wanted you to look at me." Castiel had a strange feeling again, one that he felt when Dean had said he wanted to be near him. It was embarrassing...but in a good way. Castiel loved hearing Dean say things that, but he didn't know how to respond. Well, he didn't know how to respond other than letting his face feel like it was on fire.

Castiel did as he was told though, not removing his eyes from Dean. Dean smiled at Castiel, then close the distance between their lips.

Castiel was pretty sure he could sustain life by just having Dean's lips pressed against his.

It was warm and it made Castiel's insides twist. Castiel closed his eyes and pressed closer, his arms coming up to rest along Dean's sides. Dean moved his hands to Castiel's hair, tugging the smaller tuffs by his neck. Castiel thought that this kiss was better than their last, but only probably because he could enjoy it what with not being taken by surprise. Part of it was also do to the fact it's lasting longer and Dean's quite honestly doing everything so right.

When Dean pulled away his cheeks were tinted pink. Castiel assumed his were ten times redder. Dean smiled at him.

"That okay?" He asked. Castiel nodded his head, his eyes still glued to Dean.

Dean nodded back and stepped away, it seemed like he was about to leave. Castiel was still confused about all of this.

"Wait, Dean." Dean turned around.

"Yeah?"

"Are you gay?" Dean seemed taken aback. He paused and scratched the back of his head.

"I-uh...I don't know." He returned, lifting his shoulders. Castiel shook his head.

"Are you bi?"

"What?"

"Bi? Are you bisexual? Do like boys and girls?" Dean shrugged again.

"I mean..." He looked down, then back at Castiel. "I don't know." Castiel couldn't grasp what Dean was trying to say.

"I don't understand. Then who do you like?" Dean seemed so nonchalant.

"I guess I just like whoever," Dean looked away again, but only for a brief second. "I know I like you." Castiel felt himself blush for the thousandth time that day. Dean walked back over to Castiel. He moved a stray hair from Castiel's forehead. "Is that okay, Cas?" Castiel nodded his head. I guess that is okay. Dean smiled and pressed a small kiss against Castiel's blush covered cheek. "Good."

Dean pulled away and started to drag Castiel behind him. He stopped when his hand was about to touch the doorknob. "Are you gay, Cas?" Dean turned around to look at him while he responded. Castiel smiled.

"Oh, yeah. Most definitely, especially for you, Dean."

Dean laughed and pulled Castiel in for another kiss.