Blue Eyed Stranger [COMPLETE]

Chapter 16: I'm Into You... Let me give you a Job

The sunlight shines directly in Dean's eyes. His blinds are always closed in his bedroom, so his eyes flicker and roll as he wakes up.

Suddenly startled at the light in his eyes, he jolts, falling off of the side of the bed. He swirls and swings his arms to balance himself in a slight panic at the unfamiliar surroundings — it takes a few moments for his thoughts to come clean in his head.

He's in Castiel's bedroom.

Before he even attempts to recollect last night, his eyes dart to the clock on Cas' bedside table. He sees 7.13am.

Practically launching himself forward, it dawns on him that he should be in work, right now, this very second. He starts to hurry around the foreign bedroom, looking for his work clothes.

Jumping so quickly from the sheets has made him shiver with goosebumps. Embarrassment overwhelms him as he realises he's standing there stark naked in a stranger's bedroom.

Stranger, he thinks, looking back over his shoulder towards Castiel. He smiles, looking at the other man zonked out beneath the sheets. Maybe not so much of a stranger after all.

Quickly retrieving his worn clothes from yesterday, he hops into his grey trousers, almost toppling over. Slinking into his mauve shirt, he pats down his body in an attempt to flatten out the creases, which is proving to be pretty useless.

He finds his belt and quickly slides it on. Looking to the door knob, he spies his tie from where he looped it last night as he was trying to entice Castiel into the bedroom after him. He wears it like a necklace, thinking to alter it properly when he on the bus.

He knows he's got to physically run, but he can't resist looking at Cas one more time. The way the sun makes him look golden, like an angel, if something like that was possible. He feels an urge dragging him back towards the bed and wanders back.

"Cas." He murmurs, grasping his shoulder and rocking him.

Castiel murmurs, wincing as he's not fully awake. That's best, Dean figures. "I've got to go." He says, to which Cas nods numbly.

Dean smirks at him, the strangely cute dishevelled look seems to do Cas even more wonders and make him look better. He feels the temptation to run his hand across his jaw, wanting to touch him one more time. But he decides for the better and turns to leave.

He reaches the bedroom door and he can't abstain from giving Castiel one more look. He's already asleep in the bed, face down.

It dawns on him almost immediately. Undeniable feelings inside of him are emitting for Cas, his heart throbbing to be beside him in the bed again together.

He realises now that he, Dean Winchester, perhaps is into men after all.

Maybe not men as per say, maybe just Castiel Novak.

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Pressing '12' on the elevator keypad, the metallic doors close before Dean. He watches as the colours of his clothes and his skin merge in a blob on the door, which only initiates another flashback. Bodies — his and Castiel's — clashing together. Kissing, touching, needing. He shakes his head, unable to get the picture out.

He rewatches the way Castiel ran his hands down his body in his mind. Even now, here in the elevator, he can feel his body reacting to the mere thought of Cas touching his body again. He makes a weak attempt to shove the images and noises out of his head. The images of Cas on top of him, thrusting his body into his. The sounds of him grunting with every push and the clapping of the skin. The sound of mattress creaking with every-

The door opens at his floor.

Clearing his throat, he tightens his blazer around his body, covering the bulge that has just formed in his trousers. He walks on as if there's no issue — like he hasn't strolled in an hour later than usual — but as expected, he receives odd looks from his colleagues.