High School

Untitled Part 20

his head, he felt so vulnerable right now. "here." Dean froze and slowly turned to Castiel. It looked like he hadn't expected this answer, but he didn't seem disgusted, just ... scared. He nodded and grabbed a second blanket from his dresser to throw it at Castiel. Castiel caught it, only stumbling a bit by the force. He looked at Dean's bed, which was big enough for three people, but suddenly seemed very small, and then looked at Dean, who looked as sexy as ever. Yeah, he was not gonna survive this night. There was still this barrier between them, the one Dean had build up by leaving that night he'd kissed him, but Castiel was willing to try and break through it. Dean hadn't kissed him without a reason, so much was clear, or else he wouldn't have acted the way he had. Castiel brushed his fingers over the blanket in his head and pulled it closer to his chest as he walked to Dean's bed and crawled on top of it. "What side," he asked. "I mean, what side do you sleep on." Dean chuckled and shrugged his shoulders awkwardly. "The middle, but I prefer the door side." His smile faded when he spoke next. "But I'm not gonna sleep with you." Castiel's eyes went wide and he held his hands up, shaking his head. Dean noticed how it must have sounded and mirrored Castiel's horror. "No, no, I meant, uh, I'm not gonna sleep in this bed with you. Wow, okay, that didn't make it better. I'm sleeping downstairs." Castiel sat on his knees, hands resting next to them. "You don't have to, Dean." He knew it sounded desperate, but fuck it, he WAS desperate. "I will sleep downstairs or in Sam's room or, I don't know, go home and sleep in my own bed. I don't wanna be a burden for you or kick you out of your own bed." He skid over the edge and almost fell. "I'm just gonna," He pointed at the door. "Leave." Dean crossed the room quickly and held Castiel back, pushing him back on the bed. "Don't be stupid." "You're stupid." "Cas." "Dean." They stared at each other for a moment and Castiel almost gave in, because he couldn't stand the intensity of Dean's eyes, that looked so much darker in the dimmed light.But then Dean gave in and dropped his hands to his side. "Fine." He practically stomped around the bed and pushed the blanket back a little too forcefully. For a moment Castiel regretted fighting with Dean, but then Dean was tucked under the blanket and Castiel felt somewhat relieved. Dean's back was tensed and it didn't look comfortable the way he was lying on his side, but it wasn't Castiel's fault so he didn't feel bad. He sat there for a while, staring at him before spreading the blanket, Dean had given him, and pulling it over his body. It was soft and warm and smelled fresh, but also like Dean and Castiel only then realised that he was actually doing this, that this wasn't a hallucination or dream. "Fuck," he said out loud. Dean groaned and flopped on his back. "What?" Castiel shook his head, trying hard not to think about the next morning and what it'd have to offer or the night and the dream's he'd have. "Nothing." Dean turned on his side again, pillowed tucked between his head and arm, but this time facing Castiel. "Is it not comfortable enough for your princess ass?" "Fuck you." "Woah, language, Cas." Castiel turned on his side as well, facing the window. It was so hard to have a nice conversation with Dean and talk to him about their issues, when he constantly made Castiel's blood boil. He ignored Dean's attempt of an apology, pulling the blanket over his head, and closed his eyes. ~ He woke up a couple hours later, startled out by the intensity of his dream. It took him a bit to catch his breath and once he was sure it's only been a dream, he almost cried. He looked down at his lap and groaned, pressing his palm against his crotch. Dean next