Broken -Destiel-

9

A couple rounds later and we decided to take a break "so Cas" Dean started, putting his arm behind me on the couch and turning his body towards me "tell me more about you" he smiled. I thought for a minute. I don't know what to tell him. He already knew about my family and some unimportant stuff. "Okay, I uh, I like to draw, even though I kind of suck at it, and I also like to read a lot. I can play a couple instruments. I occasionally go to the gym to work out with my friend Charlie. We've been friends for four years. She's very nice and beautiful. I don't really know what else, really. I'm not an interesting guy. What about you, tell me more" he looks up at me and smiles once again "I work for my dad as a mechanic, it's kind of the 'family business'. Sometimes I play football, but not very often anymore since I broke my ankle, I can also sing. My 67 Chevy Impala is my baby and if anybody touches her, they're dead" he said with a wink and smile. Obviously he didn't actually mean to kill them but I could tell that his car meant a lot to him.

I took a sip of my drink and turned around to face Dean again. He looked upset until he looked back at me and smiled. "What?" I asked, knowing he was hiding something. He furrowed his brows so I just got to the point "when you thought I wasn't looking at you, I can tell something is hurting you" "oh, so you were looking at me?" He smirked, clearly trying to get off topic "Dean" I said with a Stern voice. I didn't want to see him like this, though I don't know why. He looked at me and hesitated "I didn't want to bring this up because we are on a date and supposed to be having fun, but that day in the nurse when you said the story about your mother, why did she ask if she abused you?" My heart dropped. I can't tell him, yeah we're on a date and yeah I like him but if this date doesn't go well and he hates me, he will tell everyone. "I, uh, don't know if I'm comfortable telling you anything yet" he cleared his throat "alright, I understand. But you can trust me if anything happens" I don't know about that.

We decided to call it a night a few hours later. It was getting late and we have school tomorrow. "Thank you Dean, I enjoyed tonight" I was about to get out of the car that was parked In front of my house, but as soon as my hand touched the handle I felt Dean grab my arm. I turned to face him when I noticed how close we were to each other. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine, until his eyes traveled down to my lips and his tongue came out just a bit over his. Don't kiss him. It's too soon for me. Don't kiss him. He leaned in and I met him halfway. Our lips moved together in synch and his hand glided to my right cheek, my hand resting on his leg and the other on the one still holding my arm, but not too tight. We broke away when we could no longer breathe. I took a deep breath and smiled at him "my pleasure" he whispered. I gave him a small smile and I got out of the car and into the house.

Did I really just get kissed by Dean? Dean Winchester? The Dean Winchester? Oh god