Destined {Discontinued, Sorry}

VII

Johnlock

»Castiel's POV«

"The name's Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221 B Baker street." (Did he say two two one or two twenty one??)

The first episode of Sherlock was beginning, and we were all huddled around the TV. Charlie had these curtains that block out the light, so right now it looks pitch black when really it's like six o'clock. We made a pillow fort, like the very mature (sarcasm) teenagers we are, and are currently passing eating pizza like it's our life line. We ordered three boxes instead of one.

"Guys, look at the show and not your damn pizza!" Charlie ordered.

I did as told. Well, I tried to at least. It was just a bit hard to focus with Dean so close. I mean, our legs were pressed against each other for Chuck's sake. Okay, that sounded strange. Let me clarify. We are sitting side by side, and Charlie keeps pushing Dean towards me. Whether it's intentional or not, it's distracting as hell.

" 'Girlfriend, no. Not really my area.'

'Boyfriend then? Which is fine, by the way.'

'I know it's fine!' "

Whoa whoa whoa, wait just a second.

Is Sherlock gay?

"I think so." Dean said, looking at me.

"I just said that out loud?" Oh my Chuck.

I could feel my cheeks get hot, and I couldn't seem to look at Dean.

"Hells yeah! Johnlock will be canon. You just wait and see." Charlie squealed.

"Who will come out first, John Watson, or Dean Winchester?" I heard Charlie half whisper.

"Charlie!" Dean pushed her over while looking extremely embarrassed.

"You're gay?" I questioned.

"More like grumpy bisexual. I'm the camp gay." Charlie answered.

(A/N omg I need to stahp with the freaking Sherlock stuff like fr 😂 I'm sorry guys.)

I just looked at Dean expectantly. He didn't say anything.

Well what the hell does that mean, Dean.

Haha, that rhymes.

Focus.

"So you are kinda gay?" I pressed.

"I'm not gay!" He shouted.

Wow, touchy subject then.

"Well I am, so who cares?" I tried to lighten the mood.

"Castiel, did you just?" Charlie laughed.

I tilted my head to the side in confusion.

"That's what Irene said when John said he wasn't gay."

I started laughing too, which was a rare occasion. I expected Dean to join in, but instead he just sat there with a thoughtful expression.