Color Me Blue {A Destiel Fanfic}

Embrace the rainbow

Song: wasn't expecting that - Jamie Lawson

Well, that dinner went well, as you probably guessed, and me and Dean became fast friends.

Let's skip to the summer I turned fourteen. Nothing very eventful happened in the time between the two summers, so I'll just skip to June twenty-sixth, the day I figured out I was gay.

Gay. I hated that word. Almost as much as I hated red. The word was shrouded with shame for me. Mostly because of my macho religious mom, but you know, just one more reason to hate her.

My father, Chuck Novak, on the other hand didn't really care about my preference because like, half of his family was gay and he himself was bi. But mom didn't really let us talk about that kind of stuff so....

Any who, June twenty-sixth, Dean and I were in my room, both of us on my bed. I was leaning against my head board and he was sitting beside me, describing the paintings on my wall to me, for the hundredth time.

"And the one above the foot of your bed is an ocean scene. The waves are curved and soft and different shades of blue. It reminds me of your eyes." He said happily. I hummed in agreement. He was always talking about my eyes and how pretty they were, it made my insides flutter.

I'd just like to really quick tell my past self to embrace the fucking rainbow, ok? Embrace it!

"Keep going, what about the one by the bookshelf." I said, nudging his shoulder with my own. He leaned his head on my shoulder and nodded.

"There's a child, he's holding balloons, it's quite boring actually, it's all black white accept for the balloons, they're rainbow. There is a blue one, a green one, a light green one, and two purple ones." I nodded, I could vaguely remember those colors. "And the kid's a girl, she has on a short dress and her hair is really curly and pulled up into a ponytail. She's smiling really wide, like scarily wide." He continued. I yawned a little bit, tired, but happy.

"Thanks De, I like it when you describe things to me, it's like I'm actually seeing them." I yawned again.

"Good thing I enjoy describing things to ya." He said. I knew he was grinning; I could always tell with him. "Come on, it's late, we should sleep soon." He said, moving off of the bed. I nodded, running a hand through my untameable locks. I heard the light switch click and smiled as Dean crawled back into the bed.

He slithered in beside me, draping an arm over my waist. I Immediately leaned into the touch, smiling to myself.

"Night Dean, I lo- night." I stuttered.

I almost... almost said I love you. Do guys do that? Do I like Dean? Do I love Dean? Of course. As a friend. Maybe more? I... Don't really... Know, I guess.

These thoughts (and more) ran through my head in a loop for a while. I'd briefly thought about them awhile back, but suppressed all of those thoughts because I was taught that they were "wrong," cause that's what mom always told me. I'd like to give a quick shout out to my mom for screwing me up; thanks mom! And you're welcome for messing up your perfect family image, now I'm blind and gay!

Anyway, I'd never really had any feelings for any of the girls I'd ever met, or the guys for that matter, but Dean. Dean was different. I loved him, I knew that, but he could never find out. I didn't want to ruin the only real friendship I'd ever had, so I tucked all of those feeling into the very corners of my mind (I really regretted that later by the way.)

I fell asleep that night, my mind reeling, Dean's arm still draped over my side. I wished that I had never discovered these newfound feelings. They just complicated things that I wanted to stay simple. Whatever, I'll think about it in the morning. Or never, yeah, never sounds good. I thought, snuggling up closer to Dean. I felt him shift nearer to me in his sleep and wrap his arm tighter around my waist. "G'night De."

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So yeah, it took me a while to actually accept myself, but I'll explain that later on.

Dean came over to our house alot over the summer, and vise versa. We were practically inseparable, as were our little brother's, Sammy and Gabriel. They were both five and very mischievous, especially when left together.

"Thanks a lot Cassie, your little bro's gotten mine addicted to suckers." Dean would joke, lightly punching my shoulder.

"Hey, at least yours doesn't throw his wrappers on the ground for any unsuspecting blind guy to trip on!" I'd smile teasingly. We'd both laugh at that, watching (well, listening) to our brothers playing.

I leaned my head against his shoulder, smiling as he ruffled my hair. "Dean, quit it." I grinned. He just laughed in response as I playfully hit his shoulder.

"Hey Cas, wanna go over to my house tonight?" He asked. I stood up as he did extending my hand for him to take.

"Sure thing De, let's go ask dad." I smiled; he grabbed onto my hand, leading me back to the house. This was gonna be a great summer.

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