High School

Untitled Part 19

Castiel to take control and lead him. Castiel tightened his grip around Dean's as Dean pulled him up and carried him like a baby up the stairs. It would be funny, if Dean wouldn't look so angry. "Why so serious?" Dean looked down at him, squinting his eyes and pressing his lips into a thin line. "So, you're the joker now?" Castiel shrugged. "Thought you were Batman," he deadpanned and grabbed the chair when Dean let him down. Dean pointed at a door behind him. "Go in there, I will be there in a bit. Just don't, you know, undress yourself." Castiel frowned, but followed the instructions. Like his own room, Dean's room was connected to its own small bathroom. It was a little bigger than Castiel's, but less decorated. Castiel stepped inside the shower and turned the water on. The pressure was just perfect and the heat bearable. A hand slipped past him and turned the water off. "I should have add 'don't touch anything' to the list," he grumbled and pulled Castiel put of the shower. His clothes were dripping wet. "I didn't think," he admitted quietly and looked to the ground. He felt like a kid who'd taken a cookie from the cookie jar without permission. Dean left the room for a second and came back with a stack of fresh clothes in his hands. He pointed at Castiel. "Get rid of those and then put these on. I'll bring you home." Castiel huffed and shook his head, causing Dean to groan in frustration. "You're unbelievable." With that said he closed the distance between them and pulled Castiel's T-shirt over his head.Castiel wasn't much of a help while Dean got rid of the wet T-shirt. He somehow managed to get it off Castiel anyway and threw it to the ground. "What were you thinking?" Castiel tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. He didn't understand. Weed wasn't that bad. "Calm down," he said and regretted it, because Dean's face went dark with anger. "I mean, shouldn't you be more worried about Sam?" Dean stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh believe me, I'll have a talk with him, but he at least could walk on his own." Castiel huffed in annoyance and turned around, looking into the mirror. His pupils were dilated to the maximum and his skin seemed to be more pale than before, his lips trembled, but he was sure that's because his clothes were wet and he was freezing. "Take off the rest of your clothes." Dean commanded and left the bathroom. ~ Dean's clothes were a bit too wide, the T-shirt hung loose on his shoulders and the sweatpants only barely stayed in place. They smelled a lot like Dean and Castiel had to suppress the urge to sneak out of the house and take the clothes with him. You're a creep, the voice in his head said. Castiel shrugged his shoulders and stepped into Dean's room. He sat on his bed, texting someone with his phone. When he noticed Castiel he looked up and help up his phone. "Sent Gabe a message that you're staying over at our place. He was worried, because you didn't told him where you were." Castiel nodded and mouthed 'thank you'. He'd completely forgotten to tell Gabriel that he wouldn't stay at home this night and he was glad that their parents weren't home again. His mother and dad would have probably killed him if they knew what he'd done. He prayed that they'd never find out. "Where do I sleep," he asked, quietly. The drug slowly left his system and he started to feel less numb again. It wasn't pleasant, but bearable. "Well," Dean got up and went to his dresser. "You can sleep here," He pointed at his bed. "or in Sammy's room." Castiel swallowed around his suddenly very dry throat. Was this a test? Why would Dean suggest him to sleep in his bed? Maybe Dean would sleep somewhere else?"I'd like to sleep," he paused and scratched the back of