Follow You Down (Destiel)

I Stand Corrected

Cas woke up in an unfamiliar room. He was laying in the dark, but he could see a clock.
"3:36? I gotta go!" He sat up quickly, only to feel incredibly dizzy, so he layed back down again. He remembered bumping into that kind stranger. As if he was called, Dean walked in and gave Cas some pain medication.
"That should help with the pain, Cas." Cas blushed. Nobody ever called him Cas except for his grandpas, Rufus and Bobby, but for some reason, Cas didn't mind the sandy haired boy calling him that. Cas nodded in appreciation.
"Thanks, uh... Oh! I never learned your name."
"It's Dean Winchester." Dean started to patch up Cas' knee. As he finished, he noticed Cas staring at him. Cas couldn't help but focus on his perfectly shaped, moist lips. Cas predicted they tasted like peppermint. That thought brought Cas to the minty smell that clinged to Dean's skin.

Dean is too hot to be gay.

Cas thought to himself. As he snapped out of his trance he noticed Dean staring back at him. Dean licked his lips. This seemed like the perfect moment to both of the boys.

I stand corrected.

The room was shadowed, but the boys could still see each other's eyes exchanging thoughts, as if they could read each other's minds. Dean, being a go-getter, laid down next to the dark haired boy, their faces only a few inches apart, to get a good look at Cas' wide, sky blue eyes. When Dean looked at Cas' eyes, he felt like he was drowning in them. He couldn't just see his eyes, he could see far beyond them into a different universe, where everything was bright and beautiful, just like Cas. After what seemed like hours of an intense staring contest, Cas snapped back to reality.
"Oh, heck. I have to go!" Cas said in a hurry.
"Do you ever curse?" Dean said teasingly.
"No, it's not good, and it doesn't magically make things better." Cas ran out the door, only to stop and turn around.
"Thanks, again, Dean. Hopefully we'll meet sometime soon." Cas grinned, and just like that, he was gone.