Demigods-Destiel AU

Chapter Six

A/N: I'm SOOOOOOO sorry, my bumbles bees! A lot has been happening. I'm not exactly feeling the most confident in myself as a person right now... So, sadly, this is mostly just going to be a fluffy fill chapter. But I promise there will be an EXTRA LONG EXTRA IMPORTANT chapter seven heading your way!

... Forgive me?

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Cas POV:

Oh. My. Gods.

I turn eighteen in two days. AHHHH!

I fist pump in the air, crying, "YES!" scaring Dean out of his kill streak and making him fall off of his bed. I bite back laughter. "Dude, what the hell?" He laughs, pausing Halo. I slowly lay my hand back down in my lap, grinning sheepishly. "Did you just make a Breakfast Club reference in my room?" He asks, raising a brow as he slowly climbs back up onto his bed.

I shrug it off. "No, it's nothing, I just realized something, is all." He shakes his head, and continues with his task at hand. I stare at the back of his head. "Hey, what's wrong with Breakfast Club?" I ask, feigning offense. It is, after all, one of my favorite movies.

He shrugs, a small smile on his face. "Nothing, nothing..." I watch him warily, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, and quietly set down my drawing utensils and sketchbook. "It's just not the greatest movie...."

I grin madly, and scream, "THAT'S IT!" I dive from my place on the floor and tackle him flat onto the bed. I straddle him, holding both of his arms above his head, laughing at his struggle. Dean may be strong, but I'm no weakling. "Admit it! Breakfast Club is the greatest creation on Earth. ADMIT IT!" He laughs and flips us over, so he's the one on top.

"I WILL NOT!" He cries back, playfully pushing his hands all over my face as I try to free myself from Dean's grip. Finally, Dean successfully pins me, and he leans forward, pressing my hands into the memory foam mattress *it remembers him* 

Our faces are really close, and  we're both breathing heavily, worn out from our little battle. Slowly, both of our grins slide off of our faces, as I finally realize how close our faces are. Dean looks at my eyes, and then my lips, and back again. My stomach is churning.

Do it, please! I can feel myself shaking, ever so slightly. Not in the bad way, though. He begins to lean on, and I scream internally. I can almost taste his breath, when-

"Hey, Cassie, have you seen my-" Gabriel stops cold in the doorway, and Dean flips off of me. I sit up, and place a pillow over my lap nonchalantly. *A/N: ;)*

Dean and I exchange nervous glances, and both of our faces burn red. Gabe's mouth hangs open, and he looks between the two of us. "Never mind." He walks out of the room, and makes his way towards Sam's room, no doubt to tell him off the current events. "USE PROTECTION!" He cries, only making my face redder.

Dean laughs *nervously*, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, that was awkward." He states, the ghost of a smile still on his cheeks. I, however, am completely mortified. I shove my face deep into his pillow.

"Oh my Gods! Now he's gonna think all kinds of weird stuff about us!" I scream, fully expecting Dean to agree. When I hear no answer, I glance up to find him smirking at me. "Aren't you gonna beat his ass for me?" I whimper. He smiles.