Castiel's Dragon (boyxboy)

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Short Summary: their first kiss, Sammy! Adam! Gabriel being suspicious...

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"What? Why?" Dean quickly asked.

Castiel sighed, looking away from those distressed, forest-y eyes. "I'm the Prince, Dean," he whispered. "Do you honestly think I can ever really be with you?"

Dean stood, walking in front of Castiel and grabbing his shoulders. "Yes. I do think we can be together."

"Then you're fooling yourself!" Castiel yelled out, pushing away the other's arms.

He was faintly aware of Jo and Ash's heads turning their way, but his mind was stressing, his heart dropping, at the desperate look on Dean's face.

"I don't care!" Dean yelled back. "I have feelings for you, and I'm not going to stay cowering in a corner, too afraid to speak to you, just because of who you are. If you're trying to...to scare me away, it's not going to work."

Castiel felt his shoulders slouching. Dean was still trying to stay with him, even after his own protests, and it was only working to make his heart throb harder for the other teen, yet at the same time drop because of the knowledge that he'd never be able to marry him, to love him and cherish him.

"...Dean," Castiel muttered, "why do you keep trying? It's just...it's just going to hurt you, being with me-developing feelings for me. I don't want to hurt you, please." Castiel closed his eyes when he felt them watering.

Clawed hands cupped the prince's face, bring it up to look at Dean properly. "I've been hurt worse, right?" Dean whispered.

His eyes were piercing straight through Castiel, breaking apart any lie he could've given to make the other leave him.

"I can take it. If anything, it'll be worth it just to be with you." Dean's voice was low and quiet, his words meant only for the one right in from of him. "You don't get to decide how much I can take. I do. I don't care if you get married to some rich, pompous woman in your castle, because I'll be with you, at least for a little while."

Tears poured over the curve of Castiel's cheeks, dripping off his chin. "I don't want to hurt you," he repeated.

Dean sighed, his hot breath brushing over Castiel's face, making him realize just how close they were. He blinked away oncoming tears, focusing on their closeness, the feel of Dean's breath, his hands carefully cupping his face.

Dean's eyes flickered down to Castiel's lips, just brief enough to be seen by the prince. Dean licked his lips, and Castiel-Lord knows why-gave him a slight nod.

And then there were lips on his, warm and rough, pressing so much emotion against him. Some sort of animal reaction, an instinct lying dormant in Castiel, gave him directions to move. He pushed back, moving his lips and putting as much feeling as he could into them.

It ended quicker than he'd like, but still left the young prince gasping for breath, a burning heat in his cheeks, and a lingering flutter in the bottom of his gut.

"Does this mean you two are going to stop fighting or no?" Jo's voice cut through the silence.

"Yeah, I don't get it. So, you start fighting, and then a kiss fixes everything?" Ash added, turning to Jo, who shrugged in response to the question.