Destiel High School FanFiction

"I don't want to be alone"

Dean wasn't drunk when he got home, although he could feel the alcohol in his system. But when he was opening the front door he heard someone shouting inside. Not someone. His Dad.
"Where is your brother?!"
"I told you. He's at a game."
"Then why isn't he home yet?!"
"I am here.", Dean interrupted, "and stop shouting at Sam. You're frightening him."
"Sam. Go to your room."
"But-"
"Now!"
"Yes, sir."
With tears in his eyes Sam ran up to his room.
"What was this about?", Dean asked his Father.
"You left Sam alone. You're supposed to watch after him! You can't just leave him here on his own!"
"He's old enough to live without me for a few hours."
"BUT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WATCH OUT FOR HIM!"
"AND I DO! I always watch out for him! You're the one frightening him!"
"Watch your mouth, son."
"Sam would have come with me to the game, but he had to study and it isn't that late, so what is the problem here?"
"The Problem is that you didn't watch out for your brother!"
"BUT I DID!"
Dean was screaming in tears. There weren't much things in this world making him cry, only his family was able to. But that only made John angrier.
"Stop crying, son. You're not a damn girl."
Dean tried, but he couldn't.
"Stop crying!", John shouted while he raised his hand and hit Dean in his face. Dean immediately stopped crying and looked shocked in his fathers face. They've fought often, but never had John hit him. Dean turned back to the front door and ran out.
"Good! Run away!"
Dean didn't know where to run but he just ran. Till he was a few streets farther and stopped because he was standing in front if a house where the note on the door said "Novak". He hadn't known where Cas lived but this was Cas' fathers car, so he figured this was the right house. Dean went up to the door and hit the doorbell. He regretted it immediately but before he could turn back, Cas had already opened the door. He only was wearing a black T-shirt and some plaid boxers. And his hair was messy, which made him even sexier then he already was.
"Dean? What are you doing here?"
"You didn't come to the party."
"Yes, but that isn't why you're here, is it?"
Only now Castiel saw how damaged Dean looked. His eyes looked like he had been crying and his lips were bleeding.
"Oh my-. Come in."
Cas opened the door a little more so Dean could walk through it. Then he showed him his room and said he should wait in there for him. Cas went to the bathroom and grabbed a wet towel to patch up Dean's wound. He sat down next to Dean and gently putted the towel at Deans face.
"So, what happend?", Cas asked, being afraid that Dean wouldn't wanna talk about it and freak out, but Dean kept calm.
"My Father came home and he was angry that I left Sam alone. It was my fault."
"It wasn't your fault. Sam is old enough to take care of himself."
Cas took down the towel and was looking in Deans eyes now. They were just so beautiful, he could stare at them all the time.
"It wasn't even that much worth it. The party wasn't that great. Not without you being there.", Dean said now looking deeply into Cas' eyes. Cas was flattered. He knew Dean was probably only saying this because he didn't feel well. But still Cas didn't answer. He didn't want this moment to be over. Cas recognized Dean taking a deep breath and then he was kissing him. Deans hands gripped Cas' arms and pulling him closer to him. The feel of Deans heart pounding through his shirt made Cas shiver. But then Cas pulled away.
"No.", he said, "You don't really want this."
Dean looked surprised.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"You're devastated. That's the only reason you're doing this. And I don't want to be someone you only want when you're devastated."
Dean didn't answer, but that didn't make Cas feel mad. He didn't blame Dean for what just happened. He should have stopped immediately because the longer the kiss would have been, the more it would have hurt Cas after. He wanted it so badly, but not that way.
"You wanna sleep here?", Cas asked.
"That would be great, thanks."
"Okay, I'm gonna sleep on the cou-"
"Don't."
"What?"
"Don't sleep on the couch. Your bed is big enough for three people."
"But-"
"Please. I don't want to be alone."
Cas nodded. Then he went to his dresser, took the biggest T-shirt in his belonging out and handed it over to Dean. Dean thanked him and changed. Cas turned around when Dean took of his shirt, because he already regretted what he had said before, but he knew it was right. And seeing Dean shirtless now would make it only harder for him. As if it wasn't hard enough that he was going to sleep in the same bed with Dean tonight. Luckily both of them were very tired and fell asleep very soon.
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When Dean woke up, Cas was still sleeping. He looked to the window. It was still dark outside. Dean knew he had to leave and go home, but still he took his time to watch Cas sleep for a few minutes. Then he stood up, trying to be very quiet and picking up his T-shirt, although he didn't take off the one he was wearing, which belonged to Cas. He sneaked out the room and then out of the house without waking up anyone.