Wrong number? //destiel//

Brotherly love

Dean wasn't entirely sure how he was meant to respond to that. "I think you found your wings." Had he? He couldn't really question it, considering he'd fallen head over heels for this man in only a week. It occurs to him then that Cas is staring, well everyone's staring, waiting on his response. But Dean doesn't have a response. So he does the thing he's been waiting to do for a week, and reaches out slowly, almost as though Cas is a timid animal, and pulls him closer, arms sliding around his small waist to pull him into a hug.

He knows it's a little anti-climactic after the conversation they've just had but in truth, even just having Cas in his arms was enough for now. Especially the way the man sighed happily and curled closer to him, small arms wrapping around Deans broad shoulders and sliding onto his tiptoes to bury his head in Deans neck. It was enough for both of them, a conformation that they were real, they were there, it wasn't some elaborate dream they were both going to wake from to discover themselves alone in bed. Dean didn't really want that again, he didn't want to let the man out of his arms, didn't want to let him go and go back to his quiet apartment with its king sized bed that always felt so empty every night, or the kitchen that was hardly used because he wasn't the best of cooks. But at the same time, he didn't want to move too fast. He wanted to enjoy this. Whatever it was.
The heat that had filled him disappears when they part, Cas moving back to sit by his brother, an evident blush on his cheeks.

Gabriel smiles at them and stands up. "Sam, I'm Gabriel. Im Castiel's older brother. I'm the better looking one." Sam chuckles at the joke and stands up, a head and shoulders higher and Gabriel takes a small moment to asses the night difference. "Sam. Not Sammy, though Dean will call me it." He says, smiling down at the man. Sams not sure whether Gabriel wants to copy their brothers, go for the hug or a handshake. But he doesn't get a chance. Within a blink of an eye, Gabriel's on his tiptoes and crushing his lips to Sams. There's a gasp from both of their brothers, a small gasp from Sam before he's processing the situation. Something flicks in his brain and he finally catches up, eyes flying shut as he pulls Gabriel closer to him, bending down to reach him easier. Gabriel chuckles when he pulls back, Sam's lips following him to steal another kiss. He's flushed, panting, electricity flowing through with each touch. "Fuck." "Nice to meet you Sam." There's a smirk on Gabriel's lips that Sam quickly kisses away. "I can see I have my hands full with you." "Quite literally." "Mm, a joker too." There's a stupidly large smile on both men's faces as Sam let's him go, deciding to follow Gabriel to his couch this time, leaving Cas to move beside Dean.

"I knew Sammy would like him." Dean says, leaning back on the couch as he watches the two men. Cas nods. "Yes. I'm glad Gabriel has finally found someone. Benny didn't deserve him." "And you think Sam does?" "I know Sam won't hurt him. I can sense it." "You can sense it? What do you sense about me?" Cas looks him over, taking in Deans leather jacket, flannel and tshirt down to boots. "There's two sides to you. The quieter side, your persona I'm assuming. With your sweaters and glasses and books. But this," he gestures to him, "this is natural you. Your more relaxed dressed like that. This is the real you." "I suppose your right." "I am annoyed at the layers. There's far too many." "There's only three!" "That's too many. Take off the jacket and flannel." Sighing Dean pulls them off and sits back, three quarter length grey tshirt clinging to his chest. Cas bites his lip and smiles. "Much better." "I'm glad you think so. But now I'm cold." "Thats fine. I'm like a portable heater." Cas grins, moving until he's pressed against his side. He won't admit it but he was silently happy Dean had followed his order, because he could see the muscle under his shirt, feel the hardness of his bicep pressed against Cas' own. And Dean didn't pull away, didn't say they were going too fast, didn't tense at Cas' touch but instead relaxed against him, as though all his worries disappeared with the simple touch.

That was how they fell asleep, Cas curled into his side with his head on Deans shoulder, Deans arm wrapped tight around his waist after they'd both fallen onto their sides. They'd both woken at that point, realising the room was pitch back, the Sam and Gabe had retired to Gabriel's bedroom. Cas had rolled onto his side, buried his head in Deans shoulder and smiled widely. Dean had pulled his head away, bent down and run his nose along Cas', loving the crinkles that appeared beside his eyes when he smiled in response. Both of them were sleepy, sated and relaxed more than they ever had been. Dean had forgotten Cas' hang up, forgotten about his brothers impromptu make out session with Gabriel and focused more on the feeling of Castiel in his arms.
"Are we okay Dean?" Cas whispered, fingers tracing patterns into Deans chest. "Of course we are Cas. Why wouldn't we be?" "Because I hurt you. Don't tell me I didn't because I know I did. The minute I hung up on you." "It's fine Cas. I don't care anymore. I'm just glad we spoke, that we can do this." "I am too. But are you sure you want this? Want me? You can have anyone. You could have one of the fans that came at the signing." "But I don't want them Cas. I want you. I can't promise I'll be the best partner, I'm annoying and I stress bake and I'm constantly working until 4am and sleep until 12." "That's fine. I love cookies, and I'll happily wait for you with open arms when you come to bed. If you want me with you, I mean." "I do. But I don't want to go too fast Cas. I don't want to rush into this and devote myself to you in case it doesn't work out. I pray, I'm praying, that it does. Because I've fallen for you Cas. I need my wings." Cas doesn't care about the smile on his lips anymore, or the fluttering in his stomach at Deans words. He focuses and lifts his eyes to look into those green eyes that he'll never tire of looking at. "Dean? Can I kiss you?"