Smoking In the Boys Room // Destiel

Chapter 10

The drive to Jo's was uneventful, despite Dean's flaming cheeks, unwavering discomfort in his pants, and general overwhelming desire to pull over and rip all of Castiel's clothes off. He, however, held fast until he pulled up to the house he knew so well.

Ah, shit.

Remembering that Castiel didn't have a shirt on and that could potentially be very problematic, he opened the back door and slid in next to the sleeping boy, willing him to stay asleep. He took the jacket that was laid over his chest and set it on the floor, then took Cas's shirt and flipped it right side out. He tried his best to keep his eyes off of the smooth, pale skin of the boy beneath him, but he stole a few longing glances.

Taking a deep breath, he gently lifted Cas into a sitting position in front of him, carefully sliding the shirt over his head. This went without incident. He lifted one surprisingly muscular arm and carefully slid it through the hole for which it was intended. As he began to lift the other arm, he heard soft footsteps coming towards the car.
Jo leaned her head into the open backseat, and immediately her wide eyes flashed from a passed out, shirtless Castiel to Dean with his hands all over him. Dean immediately dropped him and held his hands up in retreat.

"Jo! He just-it was-he was like this at the party." Dean stammered, nervous. She nodded skeptically at him.

"Do you want me to do that?" Eliciting the impression that she wasn't really asking.

"Uh, yeah." He said, quickly shimmying out of the back. She made her way in and Dean stood outside turned away, waiting for her to finish. He rubbed his hands together and fidgeted anxiously. One she stepped out, she tugged on his sleeve.

"I can't lift him." She said matter of factly.

"Right, yes." He said, moving over to lift him out of the backseat. He softly shut the door and nodded at her, following her up the driveway. As they walked, he couldn't help but study Castiel's exposed neck, his sharp jaw, his slightly parted lips, the softness of his sleeping face, his-

"Dean." He was snapped out of his wonderings by Jo standing with the front door open. He stepped through, careful not to make a noise on the wooden floor of the entryway. He followed Jo to the spare bedroom that he himself had slept in a number of times and set Castiel down on the bed very delicately, retrieving the blanket folded at the foot of the bed and laying it over the top of him.

"Go get a cup." He said to Jo, and she quickly shuffled to the kitchen. When she had returned, Dean filled it with water from the sink in the bathroom and grabbed a couple of aspirin tablets from the medicine cabinet. He set both down on the nightstand and laid Castiel's jacket on the bed beside him.

Then he stood, looking over Cas, worried. Jo touched his arm.

"Hey, he'll be fine. I'll just tell mom and Bobby that it was late and he decided to crash here." She said. Dean nodded, but didn't move. "He's been through worse. It'll feel like shit tomorrow, but he'll be fine." She repeated. Dean nodded once more and slowly turned to leave. Once he got to the door, he stopped, turning back to look at Castiel once more before exiting the room.

As they walked to the front door, he said, "Thanks, Jo. You saved my ass."

"I saved HIS ass. Anna would have locked him in his room and thrown away the key if she saw him like that. I should've known this would happen, it always does, but usually Charlie and I just lug him around together. Or he spends the night with some random guy he'll never talk to again and shows up the next day like nothing happened. Sorry you had to deal with this." She said, shaking her head. Dean just nodded.

"It was no problem. See you Monday." He said as he stepped out. She quietly clicked the door shut behind him. Dean made his way down the driveway, got into the impala, and drove away.