If not later, when?

Chapter 2 [getting settled in]

(Cas's POV)
I stamped my feet up the hardwood wood stairs leading to my room. I heard Dean let out a small yawn. Man this guy must be exhausted, I thought to myself. Just then, Meg came trotting down the stairs. She stops and greets Dean by kissing him on the cheeks. She backs away and continues down the stairs. I let out a sigh of relief when I reach the top of the stairs. Dean only has 2 bags, but they were sure heavy. I reached my room, pushing the door open with Dean's bag. I drop them down on my floor and go to clear the clothes sitting on the top of my bed. Dean stands in the doorway, eyeing the bed like an animal. Just as I thought, almost immediately after I cleared everything off my bed, Dean collapsed upon it. He let out a sigh like he had been using all the energy he had just to stand. I walk through the door attaching the two rooms, and place everything in the room I was staying in for the rest of the summer. I come back into the room, realizing my closet doors are ajar. I go to shut them. I quickly pull them shut and turn over to look at Dean.

"My room is now your room" I say to him; his eyes still shut. He doesn't respond. "We'll have to share the bathroom." I pause, picking up the things that look out of place and set them back in order. "Because it's my only way out" I finish my thought as I turn to Dean. He's completely passed out, snoring away on the bed. I smirk, knowing he didn't hear a thing I just said. I go to the room I'm staying in and shut the door peacefully. Carefully making sure it doesn't slam, so I don't wake Dean up.
I sit at my desk with my headphones over my head. I press play on my caset tape and study the music carefully, writing each note on the staffed paper in front of me.
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I startle as the sound of the dinner bell fill my ears. Has it really been 3 hours? I ask myself. I place my headphones on my desk and go to the door conjoining mine and Dean's rooms. I'm afraid he's still asleep so I knock. I don't get an answer. I wait a few seconds and shout " Dinners ready. We should go downstairs." I still don't get an answer. I carefully open the door and see Dean, sprawled out on the bed, practically hanging off if it. Fuck, I needed my music for dinner tonight, I realize as my eyes catch the sheet music I had prepared for tonight, sitting on the side table, inches away from the bed Dean was on. I stepped into the room, not making a sound. I tip toed over to the beside table. I look at him again to make sure he was completely asleep. God, he was handsome. I feel the guilt and shame swell up in my body after that thought. I shuck it off like it never happened and took my music. I turned around, feeling proud that I didn't wake him up. Just then my foot caught on my guitar and I took it down with me, as my face hit floor. Dean jolted awake out of his bed and as it were instinct, reached for the pocket knife in his pocket.
" HAAA", he yelled defensively, scaring the shit out of me. I backed away from him immediately. "Dean, Dean it's just me , Castiel!" I say putting my hands up in mercy. He shut one eye, looking me up and down, analyzing me and his surroundings. He flipped the blade back into his pocket. He reached out his hand and helped me up. " I'm so sorry about that Cas." He says to me as I brush myself off. I look up in shock.

"Cas?" I say to him in surprise.
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry I just thought that was a good nickname." He says while blushing and scratching the back of his head.
" It's just castiel is a little long-"
" It's ok Dean. I actually kinda like it." I say cutting him off. I gave him a soft smile. He let out a sigh/ laugh of relief as the anxiety drained from him. He lifts his head and stares straight into my eyes. His face goes completely blank. He looks over my features as I do the same.
"Your eyes." He says suddenly, breaking the silence. "They're really beautiful." He says to me, tilting his head. I stood there in shock, just staring in his eyes. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget what he just said. He didn't know how much those words meant to me. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks after he said that. We sit there in the silence. It's not awkward in anyway. It's.. soft and beautiful. Filled with grace. "

  It's time for dinner." I say breaking the angelic silence. I had no idea what to say, I was still stunned. Dean seems to snap out of a trance. "Oh ..uh, I'm exhausted. Would it be ok if I sit this one out?" He asks me. "Oh, I'm sure that would be fine." I respond reassuringly yet disappointed. He smiles at me and turns to go back to sleep. I walk over to the door to leave the room. " I ..uh get some rest.." I say, clumsily falling into the door a little. He chuckles at my clumsiness. "Yes, I will. Thank you, Cas." He says giving me a soft smile. I smile back. My heart swirling with emotion. I close the door and smile. Happily skipping downstairs to go eat dinner with my parents.