Call Me Jimmy

Chapter 4: We'll never be as young as we are now

Dean sang along to Ac/Dc as he drove the short distance from his childhood home back to the college. The weekend had been spent trying to hide his remaining butterflies from his Dad and Sammy. He'd definitely gotten a few questions, a few odd looks when his phone dinged and he glanced down at it with an excited smile, that sort of thing.

He couldn't help but let his nerves shake him as he drove. The high way was dense with students like him. They lived close to the University and had spent the weekend with their families and now they were all headed back for another long week of school. Dean felt differently though. He would rather be at school, waking up to Cas shaving way to early in the morning, than at home, sleeping in without Cas. Dean pulled into the parking garage and began walking towards the dorm building, arguing with his body that wanted to run. He ended up compromising for a fast walk. He slowed down to catch his breath so Cas wouldn't see how eager he was. He leaned against he door, his eyes closed until a very familiar voice shook him back to reality.

"Dean?" Cas asked. He was standing in front of Dean, towel wrapped around his waist, shower caddy in hand. "Why are you breathing so hard?" He sighed and pushed him out of the way. "well come on then Dean," He motioned for Dean to follow. Dean bit his lips and wiggled his hips in his suddenly tight jeans.

"How were your parents?" He asked softly as he dropped his towel, causing Dean to jerk his head away to stair at his Busty Asian Beauties poster.

"Cas!" He shouted indignantly.

Cas chuckled. "Sorry." He sounded so innocent, Dean frowned. "Hey Cas- have you ever lived with anyone before?" Dean questions, picking at the loose thread on his jeans as he stared at the wall.

"Yeah. A lot of my life was spent in group homes or shelters." Cas' voice had gone so low, it was barely audible.

Dean tried to muster something to counter that. He struggled, his mouth opening and closing until he turned around and pulled Cas into a kiss, one that was deep, and unexpected.

Cas took a moment to react. When he did it was slow and nervous and inhibited. Dean pulled away, frowning. "Sorry." He mumbled.

Cas blushed deeply. "Don't be. Uh that was just my first kiss." He said, his voice cracking.

Dean raised his eyebrows is disbelief. He realized he still had one hand rested on Castiel's waist. He didn't mind leaving it there. They were standing in the middle of a small dorm room soaking in one another. Cas was shirtless, standing in boxers. Dean smelled like day old after shave and vintage leather.

Cas took a deep breath, his eyes closed. "Mm go shower and I'll put some clothes on and we can have a slumber party."

Dean chuckled. "Cas every night is a slumber party," he air quoted the heck outta that one. "We live together dumbass."

Cas crossed his arms over his chest. "Play along will you. I never had a "stay up all night, tell each others life stories, make out on the ground" sleep over." Dean smiled widely at the smaller boy. "Okay okay. Let me get cleaned up for you, angel."

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(A/N: I think this part is best paired with Never Be by 5sos since that's what it's loosely based off of)

Dean sat cross legged, knees touching Castiel's. Their body language mirrored eachother. They each leaned against their own beds, had two beers next to them, and wore loose smiles on their faces.

"What's your best childhood memory?" Dean asked.
The rules of the game were simple, you either answered the question of took a gulp of beer. If the other person answered, you took a gulp.

"The Sunday before my dad died, he was giving his sermon and my siblings and I were sitting at the back of the church at the coloring table. I was probably old enough to sit through the sermon with the kids my age but I knew Raphael would never watch over Anna and Gabriel so it was up to me. I was coloring a picture of Jesus," Cas said Jesus in a very Yankee way. Dean was from the south, he said "Jesauce" Cas said "Geezuz" which made Dean laugh. "After the service my dad came over and he had this huge smile on his face. He said "Son that's one spectacular Jesus," Dean laughed again. "Stop laughing Dean." Cas frowned so Dean attempted to hold his laughter back.

"So my dad took my picture and taped it to the front of the pulpit so everyone in the second half of the service could see my picture. He even mentioned it in his sermon."

Dean smiled softly at the other boy. "That sounds really nice."

Cas smiled proudly, just like he had that day, but soon his expression soured. "My dad preached love and understanding for all people and some people in the congregation weren't huge fans of that. The next week a guy with a gun came in and shot my dad right in his heart. Taht picture I colored got blood spatters all over it." He but his lip.

"That sucks man. Seeing a parent die is one of hardest things a kid can experience." Dean said slowly, he didn't want to talk about his mom. He never talked about his mom.

"Okay then my question is, what's your biggest regret." Deans mind went immediately to a tiny little face with big hazel eyes and dark brown hair. He took the beer and swallowed as much as he could. "That's for your question and answer." He said gruffly. "Don't wanna scare you away just yet."

Cas frowned but allowed Dean to avoid explaining.

The game went on for a while longer until they'd somehow managed to find themselves on the ground. Dean wrapped one arm loosely around Cas and propped his head up with the other.
"Was that really your first kiss, angel?" He asked softly, staring at the blue eyed man.
Cas nodded slowly. "You don't get a lot of action being the socially awkward homeless kid." He shrugged. "I've never really wanted to kiss many people before."

Dean frowned and leaned down to kiss him again. This time Cas pulled away immediately. "You have to teach me. Like in Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging."

Dean almost didn't move . He didn't want to admit that he'd loved that movie. But he couldn't pass up the promise of lots of kissing that the offer held.

"Okay, angel," Dean sat up again patted his lap, "Straddle me so that we're facing each other."

Cas nodded quietly, maneuvering himself into Deans lap.

"Okay now I'm going to hold your face and you're going to press your hands against my chest."

Cas positioned his hands and Dean cupped his cheeks. They licked their lips at precisely the same moment then, eyes locked on one another.

"Now tilt your head and close your eyes." Once Cas had done so ,Dean whispered, "I'm going to kiss you and all you have to do is let your body do what feels right. It's natural, I promise." He pressed his lips into the other boys and it turned out Dean was right. Cas was a great kisser.

Sometime later the opened their eyes again and the sun was seeping through the windows. It was Monday and once again, Cas had forgotten his first class.