It's Okay, I Like Different [Destiel]

His Own Little Home

A/N: Sorry for not writing any of this in Cas' point of view. I just feel like there's more to say in Dean's perspective.

~Dean's POV~

"Cas, what are you doing? Where are you taking me? Am I going to die?"

"Shh, don't talk. I don't want to spoil the surprise," he says while tying the tie he previously took out of the glove box and tying it around my head.

"Oh God. . ." is all I can spill out. Cas comes around to the other side of the car and opens the passenger seat door. He grabs my hand and puts his hand on my waist. I can't help flinching at the touch.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" he asks innocently.

"Yeah, sorry. No, just. . ." I need a lie to cover up the flinch. "It's just, my life has been filled with unpleasant surprises."

"Oh. Well I can assure you that what you are going to see is not unpleasant," Cas says. I can feel his stare burning into my face. Is he staring?

"Oh, right, yes," he says, like he has reminded himself of something. We start moving. "Don't trip," he adds.

"Great advice," I retort. Cas laughs.

After walking for what feels like an hour, we finally reach stable ground. I take a sigh of relief when he removes the blindfold.

Wow.

"It's like my own little home," Cas explains. I just stare in amazement at his own little home.

There's a hut on one side of me, well-kept, but not quite an adequate living area. On the other side, there's a rack with a canoe and a few life jackets, which I guess is for the lake that is right in front of me. The sunlight reflects perfectly off of the lake, not blinding, nor is it dull.

Castiel interrupts my thoughts by saying, "Would you like to see inside the hut?"

I don't need to say anything, he just leads me in there.

When we get in the hut, there is even more amazement in my eyes. To my surprise, there are posters all over the hut of Led Zeppelin, Metallica, and ACDC.

"You like all these bands?" I ask.

"Yes," Castiel answers. "I also play the guitar. And I sing, a little."

"You are not the person I expected you to be," I say with a smirk. We end up talking for hours on end: about music, Doctor Who, hating school. We never run out of this to talk about, which is nice. But I feel a weird. . . attraction to Cas. No, no. No.

When it's dark, Cas suggests we go outside. It's nice enough for it, so I agree.

~Cas' POV~

Dean is beautiful. I shouldn't be saying that. But I shouldn't be denying myself either. So I decide to just push the thought out of my mind.

When we are sitting by the lake looking at the stars, I realize that this is not something that normal friends would be doing. Normal friends would probably get bored and leave after a while, and they probably wouldn't go outside at night and look at the stars. But Dean isn't denying it, so I don't. Because I'm enjoying finally having a friend.

Dean: "Imagine seeing the TARDIS flying around above us."

Me: "Dean."

Dean: "What?"

Me: "Nothing."

I suddenly feel awkward, like I shouldn't be here. But I want to be here.

"Dean, we should go," I mutter.

"No," he said. "I like it here. I forget about everything."

"Dean, what are you so sad about?"

He let's out a heavy sigh.

"If you don't want to tell me, I respect that. I personally just think it's better to talk about things like this," I choke out.

"You're right." So he let it all out, right there. He didn't hold anything back. He was in tears by the time he was finished.

"And now Sammy won't talk or smile," he finishes. I know I should say something, but I don't know what to say. So I just take him into a tight embrace. Thankfully, the gesture isn't awkward because he doesn't pull away. For a while, he just sits in my arms, letting out light sobs. He eventually calms down after a half hour or so, and speaks.

"Cas?" he asks, making sure I'm still with him.

"Yes, Dean?" I say, trying to sound strong.

"Thank you," his voice cracks.

I don't know what for, but I don't make him talk anymore. After a while, we end up laying down, just looking at the stars, until finally Dean speaks to me again.

"Cas, I need to tell you something."

"Okay, shoot." I say. My heart races, hoping he doesn't say anything that has to do with us being anything other than friends. If he does, then the whole point of me pushing the thought of Dean being beautiful out of my mind was completely pointless.

"I. . . I like you, Cas."

"I like you too, Dean."

"No, I mean. I "like-like" you," he says.

"'And I am not about to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.'"

Shit shit shit shit shit.

To keep myself cool, I spit out, "Are you quoting The Fault In Our Stars?"

"Yes," he says. I can hear the smirk on his face. But before I can think of anything else, he's leaning over me, looking straight into my eyes. Those eyes, I've never noticed them before. They're about as green as green could get. Like well-hydrated grass in the summer, the sun reflecting off of the blades of grass.

Soon, he is kissing me. I don't push him away, because I realize that I feel the same way about the green-eyed boy. The kiss starts out simple, soft, but meaningful. We stay like that for a few minutes, and then we pull away slightly so now just our foreheads are touching. I can taste his breath: minty, but not too minty. Perfect. This moment is perfect. We connect our lips again, this time we deepen the kiss. His hands drop to my waist, and my hands rest on his neck where his hairline ends. The touch to my waist makes me shiver with pleasure, making me want to kiss him even more. We stay like that for a long time, until we fall asleep.