Aren't You A Pretty Thing?

Chapter 6

Few words are said between them when Cas drops him off by baby. Dean follows him with his eyes as he drives away, the muffler leaving spurts of black smoke in it's wake. Dean stands alone in the parking lot, school long since over. They stayed in that diner for two hours talking. Not even about anything important, just trivial matters and some light topics about each others past. Out of school Castiel had this ease about him that Dean connected with ridiculously easy. Nothing about their conversation was forced and once they got past the awkward beginning everything just flowed. Smiling, Dean pulls his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the Impala. Out of habit he ducks his head before opening the door to see if Sammy has settled himself. He pauses, no Sammy. Dean stands to attention and scans around the barren parking lot, much like an ostrich. "Sam!" He yells. "Sammy!?" The rustling leaves are his only reply. How could he forget about Sam for the second day in a row? If something happened to him... Dean shakes his head, clearing the thought. Closing his eyes Dean tries to picture what Sammy would have done when Dean didn't show up. He probably waited around until finally deciding that it's a lot cause. He could of then called dad, got a bus or got a ride from a fellow student. Or... He could of walked. Deans blood chills at the thought. Images of Sammy lying dead in a ditch after being hit by a car motivate Dean to get in the Impala and drive towards the house. He intensely scans the roadsides as he drives well under the speed limit. People honk their horns and yell obscenities but Dean ignores them, Sammy could be hurt or lost and Dean has to find him. Sooner than he expected he was already back home. Dads truck was gone and the house was dark. Throwing baby in park Dean flies into the house. "Sammy!?" He circles around the living room and kitchen, scanning for a piece of him. "Sam!" He then rushes up the stairs, taking them 2 at a time. The door to their room is shut and Dean throws it open. "Sa-"

The word dies on his lips. Sammy, his small, 14 year old baby brother falls off his bed in surprise, wearing nothing but a pair of dirty jeans. "Dean!" He gasps, blood rushing to his cheeks.  A girl sits at the head of the bed with the sheets pulled up to her neck. A bra and what looks to be a dress is tossed carelessly to the floor. Deans eyes bore into the scene around him, his lips a fine pressed line. "This is Jessica." Sams voice goes up in pitch when he says her name. "Say- say hi to Dean." He tries to pull her off the bed so that she could go over and say hi.

She snakes out an arm from under the sheet and smacks his hand away. "Knock it off Sam!" She says in a harsh whisper.

Sams blush deepens, realizing her dilemma. "I'm so sorry." Looking from her mortified expression to Dean steaming in the doorway he asks, "Could you uh, give us a second?"

Deans grip tightens on the doorknob and he takes deep, measured breaths. "See me downstairs when you're done." He turns his glare over to Jessica, still holding the sheet like a shield. "You, go home, after your dressed." The last few words come out more like a growl and he closes the door with a firm bang.

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Bobbing his leg up and down Dean sits on the couch impatiently. Dean started fooling around with girls long before Sam did. Heck, he lost his virginity at 15 but with Sammy it's different. He can't help but view him as this innocent child that needs shielding from this disgusting, sexually minded world. It was ok for Dean to sleep around and have one night stands and flings because he's already fucked up. Why try to be pure when you're so far from it? Now he's finally starting realize that his 'little Sammy' will be a man soon. In four years he'll be an adult in the eyes of the law but Dean just can't handle that strong of a realization. The familiar sound of Sammy walking down the stairs, along with the unfamiliar steps of Jessica perks Deans ears up. He watches silently as Sam open the door for her and murmurs that he'll see her tomorrow. She flashes a nervous look at Dean before rushing out. Sam sighs and presses his forehead against the cool wood of the now closed door. "So this is awkward."

Dean ignores his statement. "What the hell made you think that was ok?"

"Oh come on Dean," Sams eye roll could be heard in his voice. "I waited and waited but you never showed and she was leaving one of her after school classes, seen me and offered to walk  with me home. She was the first girl I've ever gotten to second base with and you were way more 'active' at my age."

"It doesn't matter what I've done, I'm older!" Deans says in his defense and Sam just gives him a look. He knows Deans sexual history nearly as well as him. Dean feels his anger start to deflate, "I... you're so young Sam."

"But Dean," Sammy pulls his head off the door and sits next to him on the couch. "She's not just any girl. Whenever I'm with Jess my chest gets tight and I forget to breathe. When I look at her it's as if she has her own personal spotlight."

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose, "It's called a crush, Samuel." After saying he gives himself pause. Sam continues to jabber on about how great this Jessica is but Dean has stopped listening. A crush... he flashes back to eating with Castiel, remembering how sometimes it would be hard to swallow and that even looking directly at him was a challenge. He remembers how he held Deans face and the flurry of feelings Dean felt in his gut. He remembers talking for hours and watching Castiel drive away. A crush.... "Son of a bitch." Dean whispers as the realization hits him.

"I know right?" Sammy says, thinking that Dean's talking to him. "And her laugh, you gotta hear her laugh." Sam tries to mimic it. "It's like that, only better."

Dean stands abruptly, "I gotta go."

"What? Where?" Sammy stands as well and Dean rushes to where he threw his keys. 

"I gotta go... do something manly." Dean isn't even sure where he's headed but he has to get out of this house.

Sam wrinkles his nose. "Dude, gross."

Dean frowns at him before realizing what he thinks he means, "God Sam, no. Jesus Christ." He strides over to the front door. "Call me if Dad comes home." Before closing the door behind him he adds, "And no girls!"

"You're so hilarious!" Sammy calls after him.

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Aimlessly, Dean drives through town, trying to keep his thoughts anywhere but on Castiel. A crush? Nah. This whole dare is just getting to him and freaking his brain out. Cas is a nice but totally not his type. Pretty sure what he's packing isn't what Dean's used to handling on another guy. Dean laughs at himself, what is he packing though? No, no, no. Not going there. Who thinks about another guys junk? Gay guys, that's who and Dean is far from gay.
But is he big? I mean, his build isn't small but he's no hulk hogan. Dean smacks the steering wheel, enough! God dammit, Castiels size isn't any of Deans business and it doesn't matter. Why should it matter? Why is it even relevant in his head?

....I bet he's small... maybe average. "Shut up!" Dean yells at his thoughts. He reaches over and clicks on the radio, Eye of the tiger blasts through his speakers and he cranks it up even louder. "It's the, eye of the tiger it's the thrill of the fight! Rising up to the challenge of our rivals!" Dean sings the lyrics as loud as he can manage in effort to drown out his thoughts. "As the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night and he's watching us all with the EYE," He sings eye as high as he can manage. "Of the tiger!" He lightly purses his lips and moves his head to the beat of the music. He pulls to a stop at a red light and looks over at the car slowing next to him. At the same moment the girl turns her head to look at him and his eyes lock with Amara. Dean makes a snake like grin when she inclines her head, signaling him to follow her. He drives behind her all the way to her parents house, where they had last seen each other.

Before he can get out Amara has already let herself in his passenger seat. "Where we headed?" she asks with a flirty grin.

Dean licks his lips as he looks her over. Short skirt, crop top, classic Amara. He meets her eyes, "I thought we would stay here, maybe go inside."

She laughs, her voice husky. "Or," She slides over to Dean and lets one hand fiddle with his shirt collar. "We could stay right here." Closing the gap between them she presses her body against Deans and kisses him. He kisses her back, almost hungrily. The roller coaster of his day pouring into this one moment. He pulls his jacket off without unlocking their lips and his mind starts to go blank as he allows his sex drive to take over thinking. His last clear thought came to him as watched Amara pull her shirt over her head and his fingers worked to unclasp her bra, Gay my ass.