Teach Me

Dean's House

a/n: i just realized that every single friend cas has is gay,,, :0
btw sorry for this taking so long, this chapter was hard for me to write & school has been crazy!!!

"Welcome," Dean said in a somewhat brisk tone as he opened the door to his lovely two-storey home. He'd been tense for the entire car ride as opposed to his regularly confident persona. The mood that hung around him was setting Castiel even more on edge than he already was; if Dean was nervous about this, Cas was twice as much so.
"Thank you," Castiel said politely, stepping inside. His every nerve ending was standing to attention, he felt like a wild animal that was ready to bolt at any second.
To say that Dean's house was very nice would have been a gross understatement. It was nearly (nearly) as beautiful as the man himself. The whole place was swathed in tones of warm brown and accented with cream coloured walls and couches. The hardwood floor was dark and rich and everything about the place seemed to scream 'comfortable luxury'. There were interesting artifacts hanging on the walls in a similar manner as his office and there were granite countertops in the kitchen and a stone fireplace in the living room. It was clear that Dean was doing extremely well for himself as a college professor, or maybe he had just inherited a lot of money... or won the lottery.
"Wow," Castiel remarked, forgetting about the tension between them for a moment as his eyes absorbed the gorgeous home. "You have a beautiful house!"
Dean chuckled behind him as he shut the door, "It is isn't it." He threw his keys on top of a stout cabinet that was standing in the entryway before kicking off his shoes and making his way into the kitchen. Castiel couldn't quite place why, but it was strange seeing his professor in his sock feet. He looked so normal (well as normal as Dean could possibly look) and so much less imposing than he did at school. It made Cas feel all fuzzy and butterflies flapped their flower-petal wings inside of his chest.
"Make yourself at home Cas," Dean called.
"Thanks," Castiel managed to reply, even though his throat was constructing with the only kind of good anxiety that existed. He found his way over to the larger of Dean's cream coloured couches and sat down awkwardly. Dean might have invited him here but that didn't mean he felt anything like he belonged at all.
"Would you like a drink?" Dean called again from the kitchen.
"Yes please," Cas answered. He really really needed a drink. He needed to stop thinking about how Dean had seen him without a shirt on, how Dean looked at him, how Dean had ran one of his large hands over the curvature of his upper thigh...
"Any preferences?" Ice could be heard falling into the bottom of a glass and liquor pouring.
"Anything's fine." Cas was attempting to keep his heart rate in check but failing miserably. Dean just sounded so sexy. It was getting harder and harder to remind himself what he was here for: To listen to Dean explain about Jennifer... Her screaming words rang in Cas's ears. '...before he fucks you and leaves you...' Castiel shuddered, this was such a bad idea that he barely had any idea where to start. Just then Dean came back from the kitchen carrying two drinks in his hands which he set on the coffee table. He proceeded to sit in the armchair across from Cas, instead of beside him.
"You look really good Cas," he said quietly as he took his drink off of the table in front of him.
Castiel's heart leaped. He thought he looked nice... he actually thought that! He could feel his face turning beat red. Why had he agreed to this?? It was so stupid. He was going to get hurt, just like Jennifer had told him. "Thank you, er, you look good... too." In fact Dean looked far more than 'good.' He wasn't wearing his work clothes anymore, he'd switched to a pair of blue jeans and a tight army green t-shirt that made Cas's eyes wander and his heart pound.
Dean smiled softly, almost like he found Cas's nervous behaviour endearing. "Well I guess I better get to the point."
"I guess so," Cas replied, taking a sip of his own drink and suddenly feeling his heart jump. What if Dean had spiked the drink?? He hadn't seen him make it! He barely knew Dean at all. Hell, he didn't even trust him. Cas tried to put down the drink casually, telling himself that it was just his nerves working overtime.
"Well first of all I can't express how sorry I am. It must have been really embarrassing for you," Dean began.
"Well it wasn't very," Cas cleared his throat, "nice."
Dean nodded, "I'm not really sure what to say at all. The truth is that Jennifer meant nothing to me but I suppose that doesn't really help soothe any of the, er, doubts you're probably feeling."
"Doubts?" Castiel asked, his heart sinking. So he had been using Jennifer.
"Well surely you must think that i'm stringing you along," Dean said, taking another drink.
Castiel looked down quickly, knowing that his eyes would give him away in an instant. "What makes you say that?" he wondered, already knowing the answer. Cas wasn't sure if playing dumb was going to get him anywhere but he certainly was going to try.
Dean looked steadily towards Cas, not saying anything at all for a moment. When he did speak, his voice sounded less self-assured. "Well I haven't exactly been..." he broke off for a moment, laughing without humour as he broke eye contact and stared into his drink, swishing the ice cubes on the bottom. He took a deep breath and looked back up. "I haven't exactly been discreet about the way I feel about you."
Castiel's face got very hot all of a sudden and he found it much too hard to look Dean in the eye. His heart was beating erratically against his ribs and there was no air inside of his lungs. Why did Dean make him feel like this? "I guess not," Cas said quietly because he had no idea what to say.
Dean laughed like he was simply seeing something that made him happy. "You're so damn cute."
Castiel couldn't stop blushing. Dean made him feel insane and high and sick all at once but he still had managed to keep sight of what he came here for. He came here to make sure that Dean wasn't lying to him, and so far he didn't have an ounce of proper proof. "Dean," Castiel warned.
"What? It's true!" Dean smiled, thinking that Cas was merely unwilling to accept the compliment.
Cas finally managed to summon the courage to look Dean right in the face. "Jennifer said that you would fuck me and leave me, and now you just told me that she didn't mean anything to you. How am I supposed to believe that I'm not just another plaything, or that you're not sleeping with five other students too?" All of Cas's words came out in a rush of air, he couldn't stop himself, couldn't slow down once he'd gotten past the first sentence. He looked up nervously at Dean, who was sitting with his jaw slack and his eyes wide open in unadulterated surprise. After a couple seconds, he finally recovered. Dean shook his head, whether he was doing so in amusement, exasperation or disagreement was lost on Cas, he just knew that Dean was getting up out of his chair with all the grace of a lion and coming around the coffee table to sit next to him. Oh, and his heart was beating like a hummingbirds, like he'd just taken narcotics. Dean was coming closer, and Cas had no idea what he was going to do.