A Good Type of Mistake

Chapter 8

Castiel Novak POV

Castiel stood in the kitchen, looking at Dean work through the window. Appreciation for the way his muscles flexed and rolled under his skin filled Castiel. All he could focus on was Dean. And when he slid under the car, Castiel had just about enough. He rushed to the front door and pulled it open, silently walking towards Dean, who was still under the car. Castiel reached him and extended his arms, hands grasping Dean's ankles and pulling him out from under the car.

The tall senior made a noise of surprise as he was rudely pulled away from his work but the sound was cut off by Castiel's lips crashing into his. Castiel kissed Dean with a fervent desire, pressing himself desperately against Dean. Dean responded with the same level of enthusiasm, grasping Castiel by the shoulders and pulling him impossibly closer. He ran his hot tongue along the seam of Castiel's mouth and Castiel opened for him, meeting Dean's tongue with his own. He tasted sweet and musky, like leather and whiskey and mint.

"Cas," Dean moaned into his mouth. "Cas,"

"CAS!"

Castiel jolted upright and nearly smacked Dean in the forehead as he did so.

"Hey, dude, calm down. You're fine." Dean said carefully, taking in Castiel's wide eyes and flushed face as a sign of panic.

"Dean?" Castiel gasped. He was breathing hard and felt extremely hot.

"Yeah Cas, it's me. You're car is almost done but it's getting late so I'm gonna head home. I'll finish the job tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, sure. That's fine." Castiel got out. Dean turned to leave the house. "Dean," Castiel called.

"Yeah?" Dean paused in the doorway, turning his head to look at Castiel.

"Did I come outside at any point after you started?"

"Uh, no........" Dean said slowly. "Why?"

"No reason." Castiel replied quickly. "Thanks for everything you've done, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sure, I'll give you a ride anywhere you need to go tomorrow, if you need it." Dean called over his shoulder as he walked out the door, swinging it shut behind him.

Castiel groaned. He put his head in his hands and swing his legs off the couch he had fallen asleep on. Why, why, why did he always do something weird and freak out both himself and someone else? That was totally not fair.

Castiel picked up his head from his hands and got up slowly, lifting his weight from the couch to his own two feet. He then meandered into the kitchen to get some food. Pulling open the fridge, he stared blankly inside for a good minute before pulling out some leftover dinner from the night before. Sticking the cold chicken leg on a plate, Castiel popped it into the microwave and hit reheat. As it warmed, he reached for his cell phone in his back pocket. He had two missed calls. One was from Gabriel and the other was from his mother. She was away on business and wouldn't be back until Sunday. Noticing the new voicemail, Castiel raised the phone to his ear to listen to the message. His mother was coming back on Saturday instead, her flight had been cancelled and she had booked an earlier one instead.

The beep of the microwave made Castiel put his phone back in his pocket and open the microwave door. Pulling out the chicken, Castiel yelped and nearly dropped the plate; the thing was piping hot. Leaving the plate well alone, Castiel turned his attention to the meat, picking it up and trying to bite into it. But the meat burnt his fingers and his tongue and he ended up dropping it on the floor. Scowling, he reached down to pick up the leg, thought better of it, and grabbed a paper towel from the counter, wrapping it around his hand and using it to pick up the offending object. Marching over to the trash can, Castiel flipped open the lid and unceremoniously dumped the leg into the can, slamming it shut with a look of disgust etched in his face. Stupid thing.

"Having trouble I see." came a voice from behind him and Castiel whirled around to see Gabriel leaning against the door frame.

"Oh, shut up." Castiel shot back.

"Someone's in a bad mood. What's wrong, did you make a move on Dean-o and he freaked?"

"Huh?" Castiel snapped his head over to look at Gabriel as he pushed himself off the wall and sauntered deeper into the kitchen. "What do you mean?"

"Don't pretend Cassie, I've seen the way you look at him. Like he's a piece of candy and your sweet tooth is dying for a taste."

"What the hell sort of comparison is that?"

"One for people who get high on enough sugar to kill a diabetic."

"So you?"

"You know what I mean Cassie. You loooooove him." Gabriel teased, drawing out the word and making kissy faces at Castiel.

"You're crazy, you know that right?" Castiel raised one eyebrow at the younger boy. "Go eat some more candy or something, I'm going to bed."

Castiel pushed past Gabriel and made his way down the hall, leaving Gabriel to call after him.

"You didn't deny it!"

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Sorry, I know this chapter is much shorter than all my other but I'm getting serious writers block and I don't wanna keep you all waiting. I will update as soon as I can figure out some new ideas. If anyone has any suggestions, please contact me through comments or messages. Thanks