Dean Winchester Is A Gay Virgin (Destiel)

Chapter 5: Chapter 3: Dean

The next morning, Dean has to roll out of bed at early fucking o'clock for a game. Hours later, he's in his uniform, on the pitcher's mound—his second home—warming up his arm.

The crowd slowly gathers; students in between class, retired people who like to follow college baseball, a few parents and siblings. The cameramen set up to televise the game on some obscure ESPN channel that only a handful of people in the world would happen to be watching.

Dean runs to the dugout before the game starts to check his phone on the off-chance Cas texted him.

And he did.

I'll see you at the game.

Dean blinks.

He reads the text again, and replies:

This game?

One of his teammates yells, "C'mon, Winchester, sometime today!"

Dean yells back, "Give me a minute!"

His phone vibrates in his hand.

Yes, this game that we are both now currently at. And you should probably listen to him.

Dean hops out of the dugout and runs toward the mound, searching the crowd.

Goddamn Castiel cannot distract Dean the one time he absolutely cannot afford to be distracted.

Dean locates his stupidly attractive stalker in his stupid Raybans and his stupid 1920s get-up with his stupid sex-hair and his stupid blue eyes.

He's front and center behind home plate, leaned casually against the row of bleachers behind him as he stares back intently at Dean and...

Goddammit.

...pulls a giant motherfucking lollipop out of his mouth.

Dean's feet somehow drag him all the way to the pitcher's mound, tripping slightly over the small horizontal plate on top of it when Castiel pulls the sucker out of his mouth and sinfully licks around it.

There is no way in hell Dean will survive this game.

He scans the rest of the crowd to spot his dad, who is hopefully as far away as humanly possible from Cas and the undeniable fellatio he is performing on a sphere of spun sugar.

John is behind the home team dugout, sunglasses on and rubbing his forehead. When he spots Dean looking at him, he smiles and gives a thumbs-up.

Dean takes a deep breath and forces himself to avoid Cas at all costs.

He catches the ball that the umpire lobs at him and circles the mound, pumping himself up and getting focused, then pitching the ball to the catcher three times to finish warming up his arm.

The batter steps up to the plate and loosens his wrists, circling the bat around and sliding into his stance. Dean circles the mound one final time then and lines his feet up on the plate, nodding once to the catcher who nods back.

He leans back and then takes a large step forward, raising his arm and flinging the ball at the catcher.

"Strike!" the ump calls with the corresponding arm movement.

It's good luck to start the game with a strike, which is Dean's totally sound reasoning for risking a glance up at Cas after he catches the ball in his mitt.

Cas is still teasing him with the lollipop and Dean can feel his face catch on fire with how turned on it makes him, the humiliation of which is only made worse by the fact that his father is in the audience and Dean's flaming face is currently being televised.