Bully To Love: Destiel Highschool AU

Chapter Nine: Saturday

Saturday:

Castiel had woken up semi-early on this Saturday morning, he expected to get a lot done before Dean came to pick him up for the party. He cleaned his room, the bathroom, did some left over dishes from yesterday. Just stuff he would normally do around the house, even if his brother and sister were gone he still felt the obligation to do his chores.

The incident with Benny was still on his mind, Dean had gotten off with a warning since his acts towards Benny were only self-defense and defense for another student. Dean and Castiel had left school early after they were told to go back to class, it was Castiel's idea.

They both went to Castiel's house and just 'cuddled' in his bed. Dean didn't like the word, he thought it was demeaning towards his bad boy reputation, Castiel thought this was cute and they had an entire argument over how Dean wasn't cute, he was handsome.

The night ended and Dean went home. After Dean left Castiel immediately went to bed, but not before sending a goodnight message to his boyfriend.

Castiel kept reliving the night over and over in his head as he swept the kitchen floor. The only thing to pull Castiel from his mind was the chime of his phone in his pocket.

'Hey, party was moved to tomorrow. Garth got arrested yesterday and his parents had to bail him out, they grounded him. -Dean'

'He just texted me saying his parents went out of town, won't be back 'til Tuesday. :/ -Dean'

Castiel sighed, he got up early for literally nothing. Oh well, he'll probably just go upstairs to his room and watch YouTube or Netflix, maybe text Dean some more.

....

"Hey, Cas ;) -Dean"

The message that had Cas' phone chiming was somewhat of a surprise, the meaning obviously flirtatious and playful. It wasn't out of the ordinary to recieve a text from Dean anymore, but it was weird for said text to imply something suggestive. It was 10pm, and Cas had previously been drifting off to sleep, but the other boy obviously had something else planned.

Dean's true intentions were extremely apparent when he sent a picture of himself, shirtless and holding a bottle of lube with the caption "would you like to have some fun tonight?" Of course, Cas would have loved to, but unless he had read the clock wrong it was 10. At night. How exactly did Dean expect him to show up and why would he tease him if he knew it wouldn't be possible? If he was doing it to tease purposely then that was just cruel.

"It's 10pm, Dean. How the hell do you expect me to come over? -Castiel"

Dean only chuckled when he read the message, clicking open the cap of the bottle in his hand before sitting it on his nightstand. That poor boy...hadn't he ever sexted before? Probably not, Dean concluded, realizing how long the other boy had been pining over him. Nevertheless, he snapped another picture- this time dangerously close to showing his dick- and sent it to Cas with another text attached.

"I mean right now, over the phone. Sexting, Cas. -Dean"

Oh. Oh. Cas knew what sexting was, he hadn't been living under a rock, he just hadn't expected Dean to offer it- though he was not complaining with pictures like that. He found himself wishing that camera was angled lower, his hands quickly reaching down to pull off his own boxers and then moving on to his shirt. If Dean wanted a show he would get one, even if he ended up surprised with Castiel's knowledge on sexting. He quickly snapped a picture of himself, strategically placing a blanket on top of his blatant growing erection.

"I see...well I'm not completely clueless. -Castiel"

When Dean received the picture and message, he nearly choked, looking at the image of a nearly completely naked Castiel on his phone. He had assumed that Cas would have been a little more shy and reserved, but the guy seemed to know what he was doing and Dean definitely wanted to see what was under that blanket. He stared at the picture for just a few seconds longer and saved it to his phone for good measure before taking a picture of his own that showed quite litterally everything he had to offer.