Dean Winchester Is A Gay Virgin (Destiel)

Chapter 7: Chapter 3: Cas, part 2

When Cas gets home after his Organic Chemistry class, to which he paid no attention whatsoever, Charlie is waiting for him in his bedroom, laptop perched on the knee of her crossed legs. Dick is still out doing whatever boring business stuff Dick does.

She looks up at Cas as he enters, eyes wide, and says, "Tell me everything."

Euphoric grin plastered to his face, Cas stands in front of his vanity, takes off his watch and tie, and unbuttons the top button on his shirt. He walks toward the bed as he rolls his suspenders off his shoulders, letting them dangle at his hips.

"So?" Charlie asks, impatient.

Castiel falls back on his bed with a happy sigh. "It was amazing."

Charlie makes a loud, high-pitched noise and claps excitedly.

Cas puts a palm to his ear and says, "Ow."

"Not even sorry," she replies. "So what happened?"

Cas rolls on his side toward Charlie, resting his head on his hand, and recounts every second of his date.

Charlie gasps and claps and says, "Oh my gosh," at all the appropriate times.

Cas finishes his story with, "So there's good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

"Good," Charlie replies, eager.

Castiel sits up on his knees and pauses, hands poised in front of him. "Dean got four total points for gay."

Charlie gasps. "How many points for straight though?"

"This is the best part," Cas begins, and holds up three fingers.

"No," Charlie says, aghast.

"Yes," Cas replies.

Charlie makes the high-pitched noise again and Cas wiggles his finger in his ear, grimacing. "You have got to stop doing that."

"Psh." Charlie rolls her eyes. "In the past two years I've known you, only, like, two good things have happened to you. I'm going to be happy for you and I'm going to express it in the form of rampant squealing, and you're going to like it."

Cas's phone beeps in his back pocket. He rolls his eyes and asks, "What does Dick want now?"

When he sees that it's a text from Dean, his breath catches in his throat and he falls over onto his side.

"What?" Charlie asks.

Cas rolls on his back and holds his phone in front of his face. "It's Dean."

"Read it!"

Cas unlocks his phone with shaking hands and reads the message:

Had a great time at lunch! Except that I'm just now getting over the mortification of eating with someone who orders salad. In public.

Charlie closes her laptop and puts it aside, lying next to Cas and looking up at his phone too. She squeals again, but slightly quieter.

"What do I do?" Cas asks, not blinking or taking his eyes away from his phone in case the message disappears forever.

"Reply!" Charlie says.

"With what?"

"Hmm," Charlie hums. "Well I agree with him. Salads are pretty terrible. It's so much easier to just put all that stuff between two slices of bread and add some deli meat to it."

Cas scoffs. "I swear to God, Charlie, the collective cholesterol count for this state could clog the Hoover Dam."

"Perfect! Say that to him."