High School

Untitled Part 13

Castiel laughed. "I thought only Dean's allowed to call him that?" Jess nodded. "Don't tell him." She winked and then continued playing the game with the others. If one of them had noticed what had happened, they didn't say anything. Castiel could still feel Dean's hand on his chest and lips on his ear. It sucked.Thirty-seven minutes and one drink later, Dean sat down next to Castiel again. This time he kept his hand to himself. "Sorry," he mumbled. Castiel frowned. He didn't want to think about it and he hated that Dean was sorry. So he regrets it, the voice in his head said, I mean, I would too if I was him. He coughed and ignored the voice, it was stupid anyway. "Did you see Gabe or Sam?" Dean nodded. "Yeah, they went home. Sam didn't feel good. They left like," he looked at his watch, longer than he would if he were sober. "twenty minutes ago. Saw them making out." He grinned. "Bet Sam feels perfectly fine and they're just screwing around right now. I win." Castiel leaned back, looking Dean up and down, looking for signs if he was being on honest or not. He didn't find any indications for a lie, just a grin curling Dean's lip. "We never bet," he mentioned and took a sip from his drink. "And I can't believe they left without telling me. How do I get home now?" Charlie perked up, leaning over to wave her hand in front of Castiel's face. "I can bring you home." She grinned from ear to ear, but Dean pushed her back and shook her head. "Nah, I'm gonna do it. I probably need to pick up Sam anyway." Dean interjected. ~ The game ended when one of the girls fell over and puked. It was way past midnight and Castiel was glad he didn't have school tomorrow. He was surprised that he hadn't been the one to puke all over the place, considering the amount of alcohol he'd drunk. Not that he complained, he just wondered. "That's the cue for us to leave." Charlie said and took Jess by her hand to drag her out of the house, but not before hugging Castiel tightly. With them gone, Castiel sat down on the couch and made himself comfortable. He knew that he should go home, but he couldn't find it in him to actually do it. That would mean being alone with Dean and he didn't know if he was ready for that. Maybe he could sneak out and run home? No, his orientation was horrible, he'd just get lost and walk around for hours until he'd find a park bench and sleep on it. Dean flopped down next to him, arms crossed behind his head. "That was a good night." He smirked.Dean was right, it had been an amazing night, once Castiel had gotten past the jealousy. It was a new feeling for him and it had hit him so hard that he hadn't handled the situation well, but it could have gone worse. Dean was still there, sitting next to him, humming a song. People around them slowly left the place, not bothering to clean up a bit and leaving it to whoever owned this place. "I think," Dean said. "I'm gonna throw up." He made a face and swallowed thickly. "Yeah, I'm-" He jumped off the couch and ran towards the bathroom, swaying a lot. Castiel pursed his lips, wondering why Dean knew this place so well. Yeah, he'd been here all night, but so had Castiel and he couldn't remember where the friggin toilet was. A girl with long, blonde hair came running down the stairs, curing under her breath as she stepped on an empty bottle and almost fell. "Hey." Castiel called and the girl raised a brow at him, looking him up and down. "Can I help you?" Maybe she needed a lift home, Castiel could walk her home - he didn't feel that drunk anymore. The girl looked at him skeptically. "The party ended like ten minutes ago, why are you still here?" Castiel threw his hands up in defence. "I could ask you the same question." She laughed and came towards him, sitting down where Dean had been sitting only a few moments