the closet (A Destiel AU)

Chapter Two

I woke up with yesterday's clothes on. I didn't know why and I was surprised I didn't remember. I didn't remember having any hard liquor last night...

Hard liquor...

Drunk...

Dean.

I had completely forgotten about Dean. I promised I'd respond to his call once he got home. Hopefully he isn't worried about me.

Why would he be worried? We barely met.

I picked up my phone to see 3 missed calls and 3 voicemails from Dean. I opened the first one, hoping Dean wasn't worried about me.

"Sup, shrink," I smiled when I heard Dean's voice. "I got home safe, don't worry. I took a taxi. I never told you my address so I'll text it to you when you call back. Hopefully you got home safe. You seemed a bit tipsy yourself."

So I did get a little drunk. I had completely forgotten what I was drinking, but I hope it wasn't whiskey. I opened the second one.

"Cas, you're probably busy," Dean's voice seemed more sincere and less fuckboy-ish. "You haven't called back and I was wondering if you just wanted me to text you instead? Call back. I can't sleep and I need someone to talk to."

Are we friends now? I don't know how high Dean's standards are but if we're friends after that night at the bar, his standards must be very low. I opened the last one.

"Cas, Shrink, Buddy, Novak," Dean seemed out of breath. "I looked you up and found your address. I ran to your house and rang the bell but no one picked up. C'mon man, where are you?"

Oh shoot, I have to call Dean back.

I clicked on his contact and the phone started ringing. Dean picked up almost instantly.

"Cas!" Dean seemed excited to see me, which surprised me. I could tell he had woken up less than an hour ago, hearing him groan from the hangover he must have gotten.

"It's Castiel, you spork," I repeated what I had last said to him at the bar, to prove I remembered him. "How's the hangover, Mr. Addict?"

I could hear Dean chuckle, then groan soon after.

"It's just... Fantastic," Dean's sarcasm was extremely strong. "I love the feeling of wanting to be dead in the morning."

"Sorry I didn't respond to your calls earlier, I was asleep," I explained. "Hey, did you really run to my house?"

"Nah," Dean laughed. "I had just gotten back from the gym. I thought I'd call you, but you didn't pick up so I said something that would grab your attention."

"It worked, spitwad," I pretended to be annoyed.

"Like I said, fantastic liar," I couldn't see Dean but I could tell he was smiling. It reflected in his voice. The fuckboy tone was back. "Want me to send you my address?"

"Sure," I smiled. "It's Saturday too, so maybe I could stop by?"

"It depends," Dean's voice got more what-would-you-do-if-I-was-there ish. "What do you want to do?"

I didn't really know why I asked to come over. I am free on Saturdays, but I usually stay home and watch this show called "The Supernatural" about two brothers who crisscross the country fighting monsters and stuff. I think their names are Dean and Sam Harrison and they have an angel friend named Cassiel.

It was the first time I had seen something close to my name on TV so I thought it was interesting. Now that I think about it, Dean's a lot like Dean from the show.