Broken -Destiel-

12

I ended up staying the night at Dean's. Me and him played video games and at some point Sam had joined in with us, beating us both. We had fun.

I woke up to a bang coming from downstairs. I looked at Dean sleeping peacefully. I could get used to waking up like this, but I had to go see what that bang was, just in case. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen where the noise had come from. I seen Sam trying to cracking an egg with a butter knife and a pan on the floor. I picked if up and put it where it had fallen from. "morning Sam, need help?" I asked while rubbing my hand over my face to try to get rid of the tiredness "oh, uh, please?" He chuckled. I walked up to him and took the egg and knife from his hands "you're hitting it too soft, don't be afraid to put a little more force into it" I said as I hit the egg hard enough that the insides spilled out and onto the pan under it.
He looked at me and back to the egg "pssh, I knew that. I was just testing you"
"Alright, Sam" I smiled at him. I know I only met the kid yesterday, but it feels like I've known him for years now.
I looked around the kitchen and noticed he already had the bacon done and all he had to do now was the eggs. I helped him with the rest and then he told me to go wake Dean up and tell him to come down.

I got to Dean's room and moved to where I was kneeling in front of his bed. "Dean" I whispered while shaking him lightly. Nothing. I tried again and he still hasn't woken up, so I tried a new way. I leaned over him and pressed my lips against his, after a couple seconds I felt him kiss back. He put his arms around my neck and pulled me in closer so I was now on top of him, but not in a sexual way. He pulled away "good morning" he whispered "morning" I smiled "there's breakfast downstairs if you want any"
"I'll be down in a minute" I climbed off him and walked downstairs to join Sam in setting up the table

"Do you always make breakfast like this, Sam?"
"No, this is my first Time, I just thought that since I missed the bus and there's no other way for me to get to school, I'd make breakfast"
"I could have drove you to school, Sam. How did you miss the bus?"
"I was distracted last night and didn't get much sleep"
"You're a dedicated student, what distracted you so much that you didn't get your sleep?" I asked, confused. I honestly didn't understand, from what Dean has told me, Sam was a very intelligent, dedicated student and he's never missed a day unless it was needed

"Nothing, I don't know, I'm an adolescent, I'm trying to figure some things out and...stuff" he said quietly
"I'm always here to talk if you need it"
"Thanks, Castiel"
And right after Sam had finished his sentence, Dean walked down the stairs. He didn't question why Sam was home, I don't know if it was because he didn't know the day of the week or he just didn't care

We ate breakfast and sat in the living room watching movies. Sam was in the love seat by himself and Dean and I were on the longer couch cuddling. We were in the middle of watching 'Grown Ups' when Sam got up and went out the back door without saying a word. I looked at Dean and furrowed my eyebrows "I don't know, he's a weird kid" he laughed.

Two minutes later Sam came back in with a toy gun, he aimed it at us and reached into a little bag he had also got while outside, he tossed us two guns the same as the one he was holding. That's when I realized they were water guns, I looked up at Sam and tried to run away before he could shoot me, but it was too late. He pulled the trigger and my right ribs got wet.

Soon we were in a water gun war, hiding behind furniture, crawling on the floor trying not to get shot, tricking each other and refilling our guns every now and then. I was currently hiding behind the island in the kitchen, Sam and Dean were somewhere else in the house. I was soaked with water which made a gushing sound every time I moved. I turned the side of the island and seen Sam under a little table by the couch. I got down on my stomach and crawled over enough so he didn't see me but I could get a shot at him. I aimed the gun and him and pulled the trigger 3 times. He looked at me shocked and then laughed. Dean came into view as Sam laughed and as soon as I seen him I shot at his torso. "Alright, I'm done" he laughed "I'm too cold"

Sam and I agreed to stop and we all went upstairs to change clothes. Dean brought me into his room and closed the door behind him. He walked to his drawers and pulled out an old band shirt, some boxers and plain pajama pants. He got clothes for himself "I'll change in the bathroom, I'll knock on the door when I'm done so I won't walk in on you" he went to the bathroom and shut the door. I changed my pants and took off my shirt but apparently I wasn't fast enough because before I could touch Dean's shirt he knocked on the door
"You can come in" I said. He came in and closed the door. I looked at him and seen him staring at my body. Shit. I thought. My scars. I quickly fumbled to get the shirt on and cover up, but I didn't get to because Dean walked over and pulled me closer by my hips. "You're beautiful, Cas" he whispered "w-what?"
"You're beautiful, with or without all those scars on your arms and stomach. They don't matter to me, don't be embarrassed"
I looked up at him and kissed him.
"Now" he started "Sam caught me in the hall and told me your dad called, might want to call him back" he gave me my phone and I sat down. He got into bed and waited for me with a smile. I got into bed with him and texted dad asking what he wanted. "Cas" "hm?"
"You're amazing" he chuckled
I kissed him "not as much as you though" he laughed.
I soon fell asleep in his arms and with a smile on my face. I could get used to him holding me like this.