Dean Winchester Is A Gay Virgin (Destiel)

Chapter 11: Chapter 5: Cas

When Dean hugs him, Cas cannot help but breathe him in, the scent of summertime and fresh laundry, and it ends all too quickly.

Castiel watches Dean drive off toward the shop before getting into his own car and sighing, then heading to the library to study.

When Cas looks up from his chemistry textbook hours later, it's getting dark, and he remembers that Dick commanded that he be home early that night so they could have dinner together.

Cas gathers his belongings and reluctantly heads back to the penthouse. When he opens the door, he expects to hear Tchaikovksy blasting on the surround-sound and smell a roast in the oven or pasta carbonara or whatever Dick happens to be throwing together for dinner that night.

Instead, the room is dark and silent.

Castiel walks into the foyer and sets down his book bag, closing the door behind him. He stands still, listening for movement, but hears none. "Dick?"

Dick Roman is more predictable than taxes, so when Dick tells Cas that dinner will be at 8PM the next evening, it means that at exactly 8PM, they will be sitting in front of their plates to dine.

Cas checks his watch. It's 7:58.

"Good evening, Castiel," Dick says from the darkened living room.

"Dick?" Cas asks. "Why are you sitting in the dark? I thought we were having dinner tonight."

Castiel's body, conditioned over the years to sense danger and situations wherein he will likely be physically hurt, begins trembling against his will.

Dick laughs, low and deep, then stands from his place on the couch and turns on a dim light overhead, which casts dark, ugly shadows across his face.

His eyes are puffy and red, and there's a sneer on his face.

The only thing worse than Dick Roman is Dick Roman when he's emotional, so Cas forces a smile on his face, and says, "Well if we're not having dinner tonight, I think I'll just head to my room to study. I have my O Chem final tomorrow."

Getting to Castiel's room involves walking directly in front of Dick. Swallowing, Cas grabs up his book bag and walks casually to his room.

When he crosses in front of Dick, he grabs Cas by the arm. "I found out some interesting information today, Castiel."

Castiel. The only time Dick calls him Castiel is when he's angry. And now he's used it twice, which means whatever the problem is, it's bad.

"Oh? That's good. I did too. Did you know that the instrument they used to perform lobotomies was called a leucotome? It was really just an ice pick–"

"About you. I found out some interesting information about you," Dick interrupts through gritted teeth.

Cas continues rambling in a vain effort to diffuse the situation. "You know, there are a lot of interesting things about me. I pinched a nerve in my back when I was young and now every year, on the day of the first snow fall, it hurts again. Just for one day. It's the craziest thing–"

"SHUT. UP." Dick shoves Cas against the wall, and Cas's book bag falls from his shoulder and tumbles to the ground.

Cas keeps smiling as he stares at Dick, now inches from his face, who is staring furiously back at him. Castiel resorts to rambling lighthearted flattery. "I've always really liked your eyes, Dick. They're brown, which is common, but there are these flecks of gold in them that make them shine in the sun so that they're closer to hazel. They match your dark red ties the best, I think, and they would probably look good with brown suits, but brown as a suit color hasn't really been in style since the nineties, so I understand why you don't wear them, but the second they come back in fashion, you should really invest in some brown suits."