Play Boy|| Destiel ❌ (DISCONTINUED)

XII- Entries

Dean woke up in a haze, he could see through blurry vision Castiel still writing furiously on his papers, a small stack starting to form. He glanced beside him and noticed the sun setting.

Holy shit

Dean sat upright quickly, expecting a headache or a wave of nausea; he was surprised when he only felt a bit groggy from sleeping. He grabbed his phone from Cas' nightstand.

15% great.

Dean rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and staggered out if Cas' bed, it was about five pm, which means Dean slept a minimum of 10 hours. Awesome. His phone was blowing up with texts from his parents and even a few from Adam and Sam.

Mom: Dean, you said you'd be here by lunch.

Mom: we're getting worried

Dad: Dean, your mom is really worried about you.

Sam: We're not allowed in the Novak house, are you alright?

Adam: answer mom and dad because they're bugging me.

Adam: also hope You're alright.

Sam: you'll get your ass whooped when you come back, bro

Dad: Dean? Maybe try and update us?

Mom: Dean is everything alright?

Mom: I swear I'm going to kill you when you come back

Dean sighed and stretched, grabbing Cas' attention "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty" Cas said softly, rearranging his papers and pushing them aside.

"Did you really write for ten hours?" Dean asked with a yawn, Cas shrugged; flailing his wrist to relieve the tension from writing so much. "Not exactly ten hours, I took breaks and reread some of my collage assays and helped Gabriel cover up the alcohol consumption from yesterday" Dean nodded and pushed himself off of Castiel's bed.

Dean: I'll be back in a few mom. Cas and I stayed up very late last night and sleep took over

Mom: come back in 30 or you're grounded till graduation.

Dean: 💜 love you too.

"Well, Cas. Yesterday was great; but I need to go meet my destiny" Dean smiled, rubbing the back of his head. Castiel quickly stood up and moved towards Dean; giving him a big-bear-hug. Dean was taken back and almost fell on the bed, but after a moment he smiled and hugged back.

Wow, Cas is really warm

Which contradicted to Dean always feeling cold. Even in the hottest summers he can occupy cold hands and feet. It's a blessing and a curse.

Dean separated from Cas' warmth and almost fucking cried because of the loss. He was longing too hard and falling too fast for any healthy human, he could just lean in and peck his lips. Kiss and Run.

Castiel smiled and handed Dean his leather bound book. Dean forgot about the gift, he felt guilty that after a few hours his memories of the book flew out; he blamed it on the hangover.

When Dean arrived home looking grumpy and out of it, most would say he stayed up late; not enough sleep for a hormonal teenager. But Dean didn't feel tired, he was just thinking too much. On his short walk home, he reflected on how he should really really tell Cas his feelings soon.

Cas is a play boy though, what people call a fuck boy. But he'd had a lot of steady relationships (until one end fell out). Like him and Meg, They stayed together until meg truthfully admitted to not being able to carry on with their relationship.