Not A Mark [Destiel High School AU]

6. Mario Kart

3rd Person POV

The two boys arrive at Castiel's place absolutely sopping wet. Castiel hurriedly invades his bag in search of his house key, while Dean stands guard-like behind him, shielding him from the storm.

"Bet you're wishing we drove now," Dean half-yells over the volume of the wind.

"It was nice this morning; I saw some bees. How was I supposed to know?"

"Well next time I won't let you choose the means of getting there, you clearly can't be trusted."

Ignoring Dean's rudeness, Castiel finally finds the pocket that holds the right key, "I got it! I got it!" He shouts over the storm. Unlocking the door, the pair go tumbling inside.

"Agh, we're soaked," Dean comments at Castiel.

"You say that like it's my fault."

"Oh, I think we've established that it is."

Rolling his eyes, Cas removes his shoes, crossing the room with the intent to find some dryer clothes. "Take off your boots, I'll try to find you a towel, and something to wear." He jogs up the carpeted stairs in his search.

Loosely closing the white wooden door to his room, he peels off the cotton jumper and undershirt. Looking down, he notes the fading bruises. Over the years, seeing random darker spots on skin becomes something easily ignorable, like a temporary tattoo; the first few times you notice it, it's startling, until you get used to it being there, and think nothing of it anymore. It's been about a month now; the bruises are all fading. Some are hardly there at all, others are more stubborn. Ignoring them once more, Castiel reaches into his closet, scooping through the foremost clothes to the back, for something that would fit Dean.

After changing, he descends the stairs, towel in hand. Reaching the bottom, Castiel's eyes scan over the room. He finds Dean crouching in front of the DVD cabinet, dripping on the wooden floor.

"Hey! You delinquent, I thought I told you to stay on the mat, not ruin my nice floors."

"I remember no such order. Anyways, I'm just looking at your video games. Do you really only have Mario Kart?"

"We might have a few others that are in Gabriel's room, but I think we both know that I'm shit at everything else," Cas replies with a short laugh. He found that he now got comfortable around Dean immediately in their meet ups. Earlier on in their relationship, it would take upwards of half an hour for him to let his guard down at all. He hasn't connected with anyone this well in years— apart from Gabriel.

Dean, noticing this as well, feels content in knowing that Cas is growing to trust him more.

"Here." Cas tosses a towel to Dean. "I have some clothing options on my bed. You can go up and choose from whatever's there."

Dean drags the towel over his dripping hair, half-heartedly drying it, before draping the towel over his shoulders. "Okay, thanks, man." He crosses towards the staircase. "Hey, get the game set up, I'll be quick."

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Castiel settles on the couch, remotes in either hand, as Dean comes trotting down, wearing a navy blue sweatshirt and black jeans. On Cas, the jeans were a bit big, and he didn't wear them much. On Dean, however, they were a bit tight and it only made him look hotter. Dean steps between Castiel and the TV. "How do I look, Cas?" He asks, running a hand through is damp hair.