Cas went home that night with butterflies in his stomach—butterflies or anxiety, he couldn't quite determine which. Either way, he was a ball of several mixed emotions. There was a sense of excitement, euphoria, desire, giddiness, anxiety, dread, fear, and the old desire to go running for the hills. All of these he felt at once, battling within his body for dominance, all equally powerful and all seemingly well-founded. Dean Winchester was his boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
He had a boyfriend.
Relationships were something alien to Cas. There were a few rare moments in his life when he'd experienced... encounters. They were usually kisses in dark corners during parties in high school and college—with boys and girls. Or they were quick coffee dates that usually ended awkwardly and with him given fake phone numbers. A solid relationship was something that Cas had never experienced. At least, until now. With Dean fucking Winchester.
Cas returned home to a darkened apartment, although he could hear the sounds of the TV drifting in from the small den they had. He put his keys and wallet on the table and slipped off his trench coat. His shoes followed, which he left at the door, and then his belt, which he tossed in his bedroom. Cas went over to the couch and flopped down beside his brother. The floor around the couch and the coffee table were littered with candy wrappers, and Cas swore he saw chocolate smeared across his brother's face. Gabriel looked at Cas when he sat down and swallowed the last bit of candy he had. "So how was your date?"
"Actually... really amazing," Cas confessed. He smiled softly to himself, only half watching the game show that was on the TV. "I'm his boyfriend now."
Gabriel sat up a little more. His eyes were slightly narrowed, but he also wore an almost proud smirk. "Damn, Cassie you must got game. That or you must be really good at giving blowjobs or something."
Rolling his eyes, Cas shoved his brother back down onto the couch. "Shut up, Gabriel. It wasn't like that. We went to a bar and we just really hit it off. By the way, how're things with the other one?"
"Oh, Sam?" Cas didn't miss the way Gabriel's voice seemed to get a little higher pitched. He almost sounded happy that they were talking about the giant human. "We've been texting a little, but that's it."
Cas nodded, propping his feet up on the coffee table and kicking some of the candy wrappers out of the way. Gabriel's phone on the coffee table lit up and vibrated. Both Novaks looked at it and saw that the screen read: NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM SAMSQUATCH.
Both brothers lunged for the phone. Cas reached it first since he was sitting up. I knew Gabriel's passcode—just four 1s in a row. Before Cas could read the message, he was tackled off the couch by his smaller brother. They both hit the floor with a thud, wrestling over who would get to read the message first. Cas held the phone just out of reach of his brother, fighting him off with the other hand. He laughed while Gabriel cursed him and angrily tried to reach his phone.
"DAMMIT CAS, GIVE ME MY PHONE!"
Cas continued to laugh and play keep-away with his brother's phone. After a minute, Gabriel gave up and went into the kitchen. He returned with Cas's phone, which he had left on the bar. "Fine," he said, opening up the phone. "I guess I'll just have to call Dean and tell him that you were masturbating to him in the shower."
That made Cas grow very serious. "Don't you dare, Gabriel!"
"Give me my phone and I won't."
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Young and Beautiful [A Destiel Fanfic]
FanfictionCastiel works as a waiter in a small town diner with his brother, Gabriel. He has a degree in psychology and his brother is a failed comedian. Both are trying to make keep themselves financially afloat. Their lives are boring and dull. Nothing ever...