A Good Type of Mistake

Chapter 2

Sam Winchester POV

Sam woke up at 5:30, like usual. He was always on time and today was no different. School started at 7:30 and Dean usually drove him in. Sam rolled out of bed and got dressed. Opening his bedroom door, he went downstairs to start breakfast and wake up Dean. Dean was the only one in the house who slept on the ground level. Why he choose that room was beyond Sam.

"Dean?" Sam called as he stick his head into Dean's open bedroom door. "You up?"

As Sam looked around the room, it was obvious that Dean wasn't there. In fact, it looked like he had never even gotten back to the house last night. The bed was made and it looked the same as it had before Dean had left last night.

"Damn you, Dean Winchester." Sam muttered, slamming the bedroom door shut. Sam pulled his cell phone from his pocket and texted Dean.

'Where are you?' -Sam

Sam shoved the phone back into his back pocket and waited for Dean's reply, knowing that he most likely wouldn't get one. Sam rolled his eyes and went back downstairs to make himself breakfast.

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Castiel Novak POV

Castiel woke up snuggled against something very warm and very good smelling. He stretched languidly, arching against the warm thing he was curled up against. As he did so, he became aware of an arm around his waist. The arm contracted, pulling Castiel closer to its owner. Castiel froze, suddenly wide awake.

He slowly turned his head to look at whoever was in his bed, confused. His eyes landed on a freckled face. It was some guy who looked vaguely familiar to Castiel, but he couldn't place the face. The guy had dark blond hair and was still fast asleep.

"Ummm" Castiel whispered. "Hello? you're kinda in my bed....." he added, speaking louder this time. What sort of thing was that to say? Castiel mentally smacked himself for being idiotic.

The guy didn't wake, only snuggled closer to Castiel's body and buried his face in Castiel's neck, mumbling something quietly.

Castiel groaned inwardly. Why did the weird stuff always have to happen to him? It didn't help that the guy was starting to make quiet noises of happiness into Castiel's neck, making Castiel shiver.

"Dude, wake up!" Castiel said again, even louder. "You're squishing me."

With a groan, the guy stirred and flipped open one stunningly bright green eye. He seemed to focus on Castiel's face and then the other eye opened and he pulled away from Castiel quickly.

Castiel pulled back even quicker when he realized why the guy looked so familiar. This was Dean Winchester, the king of the high school. Smart, funny, and charming enough to get out of anything. Plus, Castiel may have let slip on occasion to his sister Ana that he had a small (read huge) crush on him. Not that Dean knew that, 'that' being the fact that Castiel had a crush on him. At least, Castiel hoped he didn't know. He doubted Dean even knew who he was, let alone recognize him from school, even though they shared most of their classes.

But Castiel was wrong. "Why the hell am I in your bed, Castiel Novak?" Dean asked in a shocked whisper.

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Dean Winchester POV

Dean woke to a voice telling him to wake up. He groaned and opened one eye to tell Sammy to go away and get a friend to drive him to school. But when he opened his eye, it wasn't Sam that he saw but a different, bright eyed boy. He was looking over his shoulder at Dean. The guy had gorgeous blue eyes and dark brown hair, almost black.