Young and Beautiful [A Destiel Fanfic]

Chapter 2: Flirt Game on Point

Cas woke at seven o'clock in the morning the following day. He could already hear the pipes in his apartment groaning as Gabriel took a shower. With a huff, Cas sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. To bed, Cas almost always wore blue, plaid boxers and a white tank top that had a few chocolate stains on it from his late nights staying up, eating ice cream, and binge-watching Netflix with Gabriel. Cas pushed himself up and went over to his dresser. On the way, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror—tall, skinny, unruly bedhead, and overall pale and gross.

Ugh.

He stripped off his stained tank top and wandered out into the kitchen of his two-bedroom apartment. Gabriel had already been out there—he knew this by the state of the room alone. An empty box of chocolate chip waffles was left on the counter and the toaster was still plugged in. The coffee pot was on and hot, but not brewing. Gabriel hated coffee. He always said it was too bitter, but Cas had taken a liking to it in college.

College, Cas snorted to himself. For four years he'd gone to school and slaved away for exams and his degree, and for what? He realized how foolish he'd been—what can a twenty-two-year-old man in a small town do with a psychology degree? Well, he found the answer: work at a dive diner with his brother who's a failed standup comedian in a little town in the middle of nowhere. That's what he could do with a psychology degree.

Shaking his head, he started a pot, and watched as the coffee began to trickle down through the filter. By the time the coffee was done and Cas had drunk his first cup of the day, Gabriel was out of the shower. He emerged from the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His dark golden hair looked chestnut when it was soaked and slicked back against his head. "Mornin' Cassie," he greeted before retreating to his bedroom.

Cas just grunted in return. He wasn't exactly a morning person.

He climbed into the shower shortly thereafter. The bathroom itself was hot and humid from Gabriel's shower, and the floor was wet and slippery. Cas let the water roll down his skin, savoring the heat on his tight muscles. He turned and let his back face the spray, letting out a small sigh of pleasure. Closing his eyes, he let his mind drift to the night before—to Dean. Now that he was alone, he could really let his mind wander to dark places he didn't dare entertain in the diner. He thought of Dean's mouth again, his thick lips. Cas's hand wandered down to his stroke his lower stomach slowly. The more he thought of Dean, the lower his hand fell.

His fantasies of Dean got him lost in the sensations he was treating himself to, and when it was over, he hadn't even noticed that his water had gone cold. He jumped out of the shower and quickly toweled off. He began to panic slightly. How long had he been in there? Was he going to be late for work? Surely Gabriel would have knocked on the door or something to remind him?

Wrapping himself up in a towel, Cas ran from the bathroom and turned toward his bedroom. Water dripped from his still soaked body, leaving a trail of puddles behind him. When he reached his bedroom door, he tried to skid to a halt... not his best idea. His wet feet slipped on the hard wood floor, sending him crashing down. His towel got lost in the fall and he landed hard, his head smacking off the wood. At the loud thud, Gabriel came running from his room.

"Cassie?" he asked, kneeling beside his brother. At any other moment, Cas would have been touched by the genuine concern in Gabriel's voice, but not today. He pushed himself up the best he could, ignoring the pulsating pain in his head.