A Good Type of Mistake

Chapter 5

Dean Winchester POV

When Castiel opened the front door of his house and ushered Dean inside, he was left wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into. Here he was with a guy he barely knew but had succeeded in embarrassing not once but twice, if Castiel's reactions in Physics were anything to go on. His bitten lip, his quick suggestion to have Dean come over today, it made Dean wonder what effect, if any, he had on Castiel.

Dean snapped out of his train of thought. 'No' he thought roughly. 'There is no way that Cas is gay for me. He's probably uninterested in anyone right now. Or he likes someone else.'

Dean shook his head like a wet dog and stepped through the doorway into the house. It was exactly as he remembered it; high ceilings, coffee brown wooden floors with cream area rugs, green walls. Dean glanced around, peering past Castiel deeper into the house, spotting a yellow sitting room directly in front of him with a coffee table and sofas. Around the corner was what appeared to be a dining room filled with elegant, high-backed chairs and a matching table. To the left was the hall that Dean had walked down earlier today, shut bedroom doors along its entirety. The Novaks may have lived in a simple, single story house, but they were obviously very wealthy.

Dean turned to face Castiel, who was looking at him expectantly. Dean realized Castiel must have said something and Dean had missed it.

"Sorry, what?" Dean asked, tilting his head slightly and letting a note of confusion color his voice.

"I asked if you were hungry." Castiel gestured to the doorway to the right. "Mom went shopping yesterday so we have a full refrigerator."

"Uh, yeah that sounds great." Dean replied, kicking off his boots and pulling off his leather jacket. Castiel reached out and gestured towards the jacket. Understanding, Dean handed Castiel the jacket and he draped it over the back of the sofa in the sitting room. Then, Castiel turned and walked into the kitchen. The room had a high ceiling, like the rest of the house, a skylight and large windows, not that they were letting any sunlight in due to the storm clouds above. Castiel dropped his backpack on the floor next to a stool and strode over to the fridge.

"We have fruits, veggies," Castiel started.

"Rabbit food." Dean muttered.

"Leftover pizza, Chinese, hamburgers," Castiel continued with a slight smirk. He must have heard Dean's comment.

"Burgers" Dean hummed quietly in appreciation.

Castiel ignored his murmuring and shut the fridge, moving towards the cupboards. "Chips, crackers," he said. "M&MS," Castiel added after a moment, spotting the bright yellow bag of peanut M&MS. "Oh, and Mom baked a pie earlier, so we can probably have some of that if you want."

Dean immediately perked up. "Pie?" he asked.

"Yeah, cherry." Castiel replied. "Why? Do you like pie?"

"Like pie? Cas, I love pie. Especially cherry. Best kind. Excluding peach because you can't compare anything to peach pie."

"Okay, Mr. Pie-lover," Castiel said with a small smile. "Pie it is, though, you might want to eat something a bit more substantial." He added.

Dean glared at him. "Rabbit food." he repeated. "I am not a rabbit, I'm a warrior."

Castiel raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Warrior? Really? What are you, six?"

"Hell yeah, I'm six. On a scale of one to five."

"You're impossible."

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