Heat of the Moment

Eight

Dean woke up, seeing Castiel was still in bed, and checking his phone for the time. It was eight-thirty. He had a tendency to get up before any sane teenager ever did on the weekend. Castiel shifted around and then sighed, his mouth parted slightly and his arm splayed over his face. Dean couldn't resist. He took a picture, and stared at it smiling a bit.

When Dean checked in John's room and didn't find him, he figured John was still at Bobby's hunting for deer. Or was it bears this time around? Dean couldn't keep track. He hummed a little, opening the fridge and starting on breakfast; waffles and eggs. Halfway through with making the food, at nine, Sam got up and helped him, silently. He was used to helping his brother, always doing the best he could to help. No matter how small he was compared to Dean. Sam cleared his throat. "So... That boy you have over- er- Castiel..." Sam wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, smirking.

Dean scoffed and made three plates, laying them on the counter and eating his. Sam played with his food but stared at Dean expectantly. After a while Dean confessed, "Yeah."

Sam gaped. "Tell me everything. Did you have sex yet? Is Castiel a good kisser? How long have you two been together?" like an excited schoolgirl. His face was enthusiastic, eager for answers.

"Sammy!" Dean whisper-shouted. "Keep it down!"

Sam laughed. "No, then?"

Dean shook his head. "Not yet. The only thing we've done was kiss and- and I don't know."

"So, do you love him?" Sam asked, his inner child shining through, no matter how much he tried to cover it with his 'tough macho man' act. Believing in love at first sight and shit. Dean smiled.

"We'll see,"

A while after that, Castiel walked out of Dean's room, yawning.

"Good morning," Dean smiled, kissing him on the top of his head. Castiel smiled a little bit and grabbed his plate, joining Sam at the table. Dean started cleaning off his plate. Cas and Sam, meanwhile, started a little chat.

"So, Castiel. How do you like the school?" Sam asked. He seemed genuinely interested but Castiel could tell what was coming next. The if you hurt him I hurt you talk. Dean had heard it one time before.

Cas cleared his throat. "Uh, good, it's good," he answered awkwardly. Sam Winchester could make any conversation feel awkward, especially if it were about his brother, whom anyone could tell by just looking at the pair of them, that Sam would go lengths to protect, and Dean didn't care that everyone else knew.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Yeah."

After a moment, Dean scoffed. "Sammy, leave Cas alone," he said. He grimaced at a dirty plate and threw it into the dishwasher. John's breakfast.

Sam held his hands up, playing innocent. "Hey, I'm just making friendly conversation. Cas, huh?"

Castiel nodded. "Uh, Dean- that's what Dean calls me," he answered.

Sam grinned, teasing him.

Dean rolled his eyes, continuing to wash the dishes while listening to their conversation.

"Sammy, huh?" Castiel asked.

Sam rolled his eyes, blushing crimson. "Yeah. Dean." As if that explained everything.

Finishing his food, Cas helped Dean clean and figured that wasn't the end of the conversation with Sam. He would try to avoid it but he knew he couldn't. Dean smiled at Castiel, finishing the dishes. He was so beautiful. "Don't mind Sammy. He's always trying to protect me. This's happened about five times before." Dean said.

Castiel's face looked like he had been punched. "You've- you've been with five people before?" he asked quietly.

Sam was already back in his room, reading but for all they knew he could have been listening in on their conversation. Dean shook his head, "He thought I was. I've only really invited one other boy over and he turned out to be a dick," his mind wandered to times that he tried so hard to forget.

Castiel instantly felt relief, "Who was he?"

Dean froze. "His name's Crowley. He, uh, told everyone, after he came over, at my old school. He told them-" he broke off, scoffing. "A real fucking dick."

Cas nodded. He understood Dean didn't want to talk about it. He gave him a kiss on the cheek and pulled him close, Dean sighing into him. He kissed his neck and nuzzled into him, leaving kisses down Castiel's throat and his chest. "Lets go somewhere," Dean murmured.

Castiel laughed, and Dean could feel the vibration in his chest. "Why? So we don't have to be quiet?"

Dean felt a little hurt but he laughed anyways. "No," he said honestly. "I just wanna go somewhere."

"Suggestions?" Castiel asked.

Dean thought about it. "The park?"

Castiel raised an eyebrow, chuckling. He asked Dean, teasingly, "Okay. How old are you, Dean Winchester?"

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Because I want to make sure before I go anywhere with you alone," Castiel said.

Dean couldn't contain his laughs. He pulled Castiel toward him, grabbing his sweater so that their noses were touching but not their mouths, Dean's fingers tangled in Cas's hair, tempting him. He took his hands off Castiel's sweater and instead placed them on Castiel's hips. He let two fingers roam by his hips, not touching, but more like orbiting. Castiel leaned into the touch and his pants inched down, so that Dean could see the V of his hipbones and his hips. Dean breathed heavily, his hands and fingers exploring tenderly.

"Now would you like to be alone with me?" Dean asked, softly.

Castiel didn't say anything, only kissed Dean. Time slowed like before and it was even more exciting as the first time. Dean blushed a little as Castiel's fingers made his shirt ride up. He pressed his palm to Dean's abs, longing in his eyes.

"I was thinking maybe we could go to the park and... I don't know, just go?" Dean whispered.

Castiel nodded, still kissing him between his words.

Dean laughed and pushed Castiel away. "Cas," he argued. "Let's go," he said.