Love is a Challenge (Destiel)

Holding Hands

A/N This will be short. Sorry, just a filler.

The boys walked out of the theater, rubbing their eyes at the bright lights. They threw their trash away and walked out of the movie plaza. It was dark out now.

"I had fun," Dean said, sliding in the Impala. Castiel followed suit.

"So did I," he said, fastening his seat belt. Dean started the car, and they were soon pulling onto the road.

"That was a good movie," Dean said, trying to make small talk.

"Yeah, it was," Castiel said, looking out his window. He knew that he had about a half hour drive back to his house, so he got comfortable.

Dean looked over at the smaller lad. He was in the middle of shifting himself to get comfortable. Dean had his hand in the seat next to him, and as Castiel moved, he accidentally brushed his hand against Dean's.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Dean chuckled, and slid his hand closer.

His fingers brushed over the back of Castiel's hand, and he slowly pressed their palms together. Their fingers were entwined, and Dean gave Castiel's hand a slight squeeze.

The rest of the car ride went along in silence, and soon Dean was pulling up in front of Castiel's house. He looked over at the other boy, just to see that he hand fallen asleep.

He looked to peaceful for Dean to wake up, so he pulled his hand away and got out of the car. He jogged around to the other side, and slowly opened the passenger door.

He unbuckled Cas and scooped him up into his arms. He carried him bridal style up to the front door, and knocked with his foot.

After a few seconds, Gabriel had opened the door. He saw Castiel in Dean's arms, and immediantly moved aside.

"His bedroom is up the stairs, first door on the left. Just lay him down, I'll make sure he gets changed," Gabe said, walking into the kitchen. Dean nodded, slowly starting up the stairs.

He had a little trouble opening the door, but as soon as he did, and walked in and placed Castiel on his bed. He took in his surroundings as he did so.

The walls were a light blue, and covered in posters of different bands and celebrities. The queen size bed was placed against the left wall, and there was a door that he guessed was a closet at the foot of the bed. A desk and a dresser were against the other wall.

Castiel stirred in his sleep, and his eyes cracked open.

"Dean?" he said, voice heavy with sleep. Dean sat on the bed next to him.

"Hey, buddy. You fell asleep in the car, so I carried you in. You're home now," he said, brushing a stray strand of hair out of Castiel's face, who yawned sleepily.

"Alright, thank you, Dean," he said, eyes slipping closed again.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Dean said. Castiel nodded slowly, and seconds later Dean knew he was asleep.

Since he was alone, and Castiel was asleep, Dean leaned over and pressed a small kiss to Castiel's forehead. His lips lingeres, but he pulled away and made his way out of the room, closing the door behind him.

When he reached the first floor, Gabriel approached him, a glass of what looked like Coke in his hand.

"Thank you, for taking over my brother," he said, taking a sip of his drink. Dean nodded.

"Your welcome. But um..." Dean trailed off, not knowing how to say what he wanted to. Gabriel raised an eyebrow, and Dean sighed.

"I was wondering if you would be okay if I asked your brother to be my boyfriend?" he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

A sly grin spread across Gabe's face, before he let out a soft chuckle.

"You have my blessing to date my brother," he said, turning back towards the kitchen. "But if you break his heart I'll kick your ass," he added. Dean chuckled, before heading towards the door.

He quickly drove home and went inside, ignoring Sam's questioning looks as he went up to his room. He sat on the floor with his bavk against his door. His lips still tingled from where he had kissed Cas' head.

What would it be like to actually kiss him? Dean thought. Curiosity got the best of him, and he promised himself to find out as soon as possible.

*ONCE AGAIN, NOT EDITED. TOO TIRED FOR THAT*