(Castiel's POV)
When Dean opened the door, lightning flashed and wind blew around the rain like crazy. Oh no. "Never mind Dean. You can do something else. It's too dangerous out there." I say as I try to close the door.
"Nah. It's ok. I'll be back." Dean smiles at me and begins to jog out into the rain.
I am suprised he actually did it. I'd rather he cut Sams hair to be honest. But watching him run around in the rain isn't too bad. His muscles glistening and hair sticking to his forehead, he looked amazing. But then I notice he is looking at me too, a small smirk on his lips. He then begins to jog back, slowing to a walk as he got to the door. I close the door and turn around, only to run straight into his chest. He laughs and grabs my arms before I could fall backwards. "Slow down there Cas. I'm right here." Dean smiles down at me and pats my shoulder before turning to go downstairs.
He is still drunk obviously but I, sadly, am not. Now it is weird, I have no idea what to do now. "You comin?" Dean calls and pulls me out of my thoughts.
I quickly run down the stairs and Dean is just now finishing pullin on his shirt......but it is backwards. "Dean...your shirt is....backwards." I say, trying to hold back my laughter.
"Awww. What?! Come on?! Can you help me?" Dean asks as he struggles to get the shirt on right.
I slowly walk over and pull the shirt from him, fixing it and help him get it back on," Thanks Cassy." Dean smiles at me with his cute rosy cheeks and droopy eyes.
Yep. He is definitely still drunk. "Your welcome Dean. And why all the nicknames?" I ask very confused.
"Because I like them, cause I like you...." Dean mumbles as he plays with the hem of his shirt.
What did he just say?! "What? What did you say?" I ask.
"I like you Cassy. You and your......trench coat." Dean giggles as he starts to pull me by my sleeve somewhere.
"What? Really? I thought you didn't like me." I say, my heart pounding.
" Nope. I liked you, I just didn't like how you made me feel. All tingly and sweaty and hot. It was weird." Dean said simply as he continued to drag me to an unknown destination.
"Ok. Well, where are we going?" I ask, extremely confused with the situation.
"I'm tired. We're going to bed." Dean says after a few moments of silence.
Dean then proceeds to open a door that I am guessing leads to his room, closes the door and pushes me onto the bed. "Dean, what are you doing??" I slightly shout when I land on the bed.
"I am taking off these wet clothes, you should take your clothes off too, it helps you fall asleep faster." He says as he is, once again, striping off his clothing.
I begin to take my trench coat off when I notice Dean looking,"What?" I blush.
"Nothing." Dean says and hops onto his bed.
I then place my coat onto his desk. Then my shirt, my pants and shoes are off. "Come on, turn off the light, I'm sleepy." Dean whines and I do as told.
After standing next to the bed for a while, Dean pulls me down and wraps his arm around my torso, pulling me close to him. "Better. I have been waiting to do this since I saw you." He whispers into my neck as he snuggles close to me.
His hot breath sends goosebumps over my entire body. I feel his fingers tracing my hip bones, causing shivers to do up my spine. He then kisses the back of my neck. My breath hitches, I don't know what to do. So I just lay there. He then goes back to wrapping his arms around me, shortly after I feel his breath slow and soft snores escape his lips.
I slowly flip over, so I can see him, and I smile. If what he has said it truly how he feels, then he will be nice to me now, right? Yeah. Or else he wouldn't have told me these things. I put those thoughts in the back of my mind and focus on Dean now. He was so sweet to me. I bring my hand up to his face. I feel his light stubble scratch my fingers, and his hair between my fingers. I feel him pull me impossibly closer, putting his head in the crook of my neck. In that moment I did something I have never done before. I wrapped my arms around Dean and I slept. I have never gone to sleep before but in that moment I felt calm and warm and safe. Knowing that Dean could protect me. Knowing he likes me.
*~*next morning*~*
(Dean's POV)
I woke up to my head pounding. So I snuggled against my pillow.........since when did my pillow have a shoulder and arms? I open my eyes to find someone holding me, but I can't see them. They smell like alcohol and rain. The hell?! I pull back a bit and start to see more. Black hair...tan skin...plump lips....CASTIEL?! I freeze, why is he here?! Oh god, my head hurts so bad. I must have gotten really drunk last night. "Son of a bitch.." I whisper to myself as I try to think of a way to get out of this situation before anybody sees. But of course,"Hey Dean. Have you seen Castiel anywhere-" Sam comes in with Charlie, both stopping in their tracks when they see use.
I roughly shove Cas off of me and yell," What the hell Castiel! Why are you in here?! Angels don't even sleep and this is so wrong!" I am so confused and my head hurts.
Castiel is jolted awake and he simply looks up at me and says," You wanted me to stay." Then gets up when he sees Sam and Charlie.
"Ok. Cas, come with me. Sam, deal with your brother." Charlie orders, grabbing Cas and his things and leaving.
"Ummm. Dude what was that. I am not judging at all but you gotta-" Sam started to say but I cut him off.
"NO! I DID NOT WANT HIM TO STAY! He must've drugged me, I don't even remember last night." I plea, hoping Sam believes me.
"Dean. You got shitface drunk last night, of course you aren't gonna remember it. So was Castiel. And why would he lie? He literally can't lie to us man. You must feel some way abo-" Sam try's to say but I once again interrupt him.
"NO. I don't swing that way man....I like chicks. If he does that's fine. Totally support him, but I'm...no." I try to say but something in me doesn't feel right saying it anymore. What if I.....no. I don't.
"Dean. Please, just be honest with yourself. It's bad holding in that kinda stuff. Even before you got drunk last night, you looked at him unlike you've ever looked at anyone before. Like you actually cared about him. And it is completely ok for you to feel that way towards someone. Even if it is a weird man-angel." Sam said and we laughed.
"Ok man. I just......I guess I do care about him." I say with a sigh and flop onto my bed.
"Ok dude. Get some clothes on and head down stairs. I'm making breakfast." Sam says as he backs out of my room shielding his eyes.
"Ok. Be down in a sec." I say when he finally closed the door.
