The Angel of my Dreams

My Angel

This is a story completely in Dean's P.O.V. about his developing love for Castiel. New chapter every month!

He's amazing. All I think about is him. I'm so girl crazy all the time, yet I only want a boy. Castiel. He's so beautiful, his wings are so beautiful. I like him so badly I'd do anything to get my hands on him. I don't think that Castiel can read thoughts, but just in case he can I dismiss any gay thoughts I have.

Sam walks into the room and I must have been biting my lip, because he asks me why my lip is bleeding.

"I must have nicked it while shaving." I quickly respond. Too quick, because he gives me a 'yeah, right' look.

"Thinking about Cas again?" He asks me, smiling. He has the stupid smile on his face. The smuggest smile I've ever seen.

"Fuck off, Sam. Me and my gayness are none of your business." As soon as I say that I turn around and see Cas. I stare wide-eyed at Sam.

"What the Heaven is gay?" Castiel asks me. I look at him, intensely thinking of an answer to tell him. Now, I know what you might be thinking. 'But, Dean, you've fucked so many girls that you've probably broken a world record!' Well, that's where bi-sexual comes in. I do like guys, too. I just haven't found the right one. But, here he is in front of me and I've been staring at him for 5 minutes straight and he probably thinks I'm insane.

"Happy." I hear Sam intervene from behind me. " It means happy. Like 'I'm so gay!' means 'I'm so happy!'" He said. He gave me a glare.

"Oh. Well, I am very gay for your gayness." Castiel smiles at me. Sam snorts and I blush so hard that a cherry would be considered light. "Anyways, I don't usually feel emotions.. but, I feel plain. Does that make sense? Like I have nothing to do and no friends and I feel plain."

"You mean bored?" I ask. " You're bored, you have nothing to do. " I say. He nods slightly at me with his eyes focused on mine. I turn a slight shade of red and bite my lip. He walks over to me and puts his lips on mine, gentle as ever and I'm so happy, kissing back.

"Dean? Deaaan?" I hear a muffled voice. "Dean, snap out of it!" I open my eyes and I'm kissing the air. I realize it was just a daydream, Cas is looking confused at me. I look at Sam, who was calling my name. I turn so red and get so hot that I excuse myself to go literally vomit. EVERYWHERE. I get it on my bed and the side table. It's disgusting and so repulsive that I vomit more. I run out of the room and lock the door so nobody can go in there. I have never got sick like that before. Or of embarrassment, at least.

"Dean?" I hear a raspy, yet smooth voice behind me. I turn around.

"Yes, Cas? What's wrong?" I ask him, without turning around. I feel a grip on my shoulder and drag him into the bathroom so he can't smell the vomit. He looks at me in the eyes. I think he's about to kiss me and I blush.

"I saw this in a movie once." He says, leaning in. And you want to know what I do? What I do that will scar me for the rest of my life? He gets up on the counter in the bathroom and puts his arms around my waist, pulling me close. And we are so close I can smell his minty breath.

I vomit on him.

Chapter 2, "Recovering" in March!