Pull Me Up (a destiel au fanfic)

chapter 29

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. 

In an unfamiliar room. 

With an unfamiliar bare chested man asleep on top of me. 

I blinked away the weariness in my eyes and breathed deep in a sad and unsuccessful attempt to dull the pounding ache in my head. I must have drank too much last night. 

I panicked, too petrified to move under the man. I had no clue why I was there, or why I was bare chested as well. 

He started shifting and sat up, rolling off of me and yawning. He looked over a moment later and I was met with Alex's face. 

A gasp escaped both of us and I jumped off the bed, thankful that I had boxers on, even if I was shirtless. He pulled the comforter up to cover his chest and I rolled my eyes, but pressed my back against the wall opposite him. 

"What the hell are you doing in my house?!" he shouted. 

"What the hell am I doing in your house!?" I shouted back, searching the floor for a shirt. I picked up the wrong one and threw it back down. "Why am I in your bed?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "What the fuck happened last night?"

He scoffed and shifted, keeping the blanket around his shoulders. "How should I know? I don't remember you coming home with me. What did you do? Did you fuck me while I was high!?" 

My jaw dropped. "No! Of course I didn't," I shook my head, then paused. Memories started flooding my mind. 

The most prominent being Alex underneath me moaning. 

"No," I repeated, looking back up at him. 

"Dean!" he yelled, picking up a pillow and throwing it at me. "I'm in a relationship! You're in a relationship! With my neighbor! Oh my god, why would you do that!?" he threw another pillow at me and I caught it this time. 

"Alex, you were just as into it as I was! And I was drunk so you technically fucked me while I was fucked up, too! Dammit," I growled punching the wall. My fist went right threw it. 

"DEAN!" 

"Sorry, sorry... about that," I sighed. "What do we do?" 

"What do you mean what do we do, Dean?" he shook his head. 

"What about Cas?" I shook my head. "He knows I would never do anything like this."

"Oh shut the fuck up, Dean," he shook his head. "Don't act all high and mighty here, drinking doesn't make you do things you wouldn't normally do, it just makes you more likely to give in to it," he scoffed. "What I had last night, however, takes your morals and throws them the fuck out the window. Along with making you black out. I don't remember a thing from last night."

"You are not pinning this on me!" I said, pointing at him. "It takes two to tango, dickhead, and you obviously wanted this, too."

"Oh, so you wanted this?" he tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowed and condescending. 

"You know what I mean," I sneered. 

He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Okay," he breathed out. "Okay, this is what we do," he said. "This didn't happen. This never happened, alright?"

"What?" I asked, looking back at him. 

"This stays between the two of us," he assured. 

"No, I'm not gonna lie to Cas, he-"

"He probably didn't even realize you were gone!" 

"I don't care if he-"

"He's probably still sulking around-"