Tattoos

IV

Dean's house isn't magnificent by any means, not even close to the Novak's home. It's white with gray, almost blue, window panels, two stories (three if you count the attic), four bedroom, three bathroom home. Mostly cherry wood floor to match the white and red interior. The Novak's home is three stories high (four if you count the attic), six bedroom, four bathroom home; the interior is mostly red, black, and white. It has a giant yard with a huge pool, a treehouse, with an old swing set, the Novak children use to play in.

For some reason, Castiel is still fascinated with Dean's home; and that's all he talked about for the past ten minutes of arriving.

"Snacks?" Dean asked, tapping
his fingers on the granite countertop of the kitchen.

"How the hell did your parents afford this?" Cass asked, mesmerized by the homes interior.

"They work. Do you want a snack?"

Castiel turned the corner to the living room. "And this TV! It's bigger than mine!" Your house is fúcking awesome! Mines really boring with only red, white, and black...it's kinda like a castle, but not one I'd want to live in, you know? Now it's all dirty from the part, everything smells like either sex, sweat, alcohol, perfume, or barf --"

"DO YOU WANT A SNACK?!" Dean yelled, hand motioning to the stainless steal fridge.

Cass shrugged, "I guess I could go for one. What do you have?"

"Come pick one out. I need to make sure Sammy didn't invade my bedroom with sparkles and unicorns."

"If he did, tell me. I've always wanted to see a unicorn." Castiel dreamily sighed and took a Coke from the fridge, almost dropping it.

"Spill anything on this floor and we're both dead...after I clean it up."

Cass deviously laughed and Dean rolled his eyes, going up the stairs to his bedroom. A few seconds of silence was interrupted by Dean's yelling.

"SAMMY! Why the hell is your Xbox in my bedroom?! What did I say about putting stuff on the floor?!"

Then another person yelled, "WHY ARE YOU SUCH A NEAT FREAK, DEAN?! I have a friend over and it was taking up too much space!" Castiel started making his way up the stairs to see this Sammy person.

"I am not a neat freak! There is nothing wrong with wanting things clean! Now get your shit outta my room! Or I swear to god I will --" Castiel turned the corner and leaned against the doorpost, eyeing Dean, "Oh...hey, Cass."

"Hello Dean, a little bit of trouble?"

Dean wiped his face, "No, not at all. How about we go study now?"

"Sounds like a good idea but I would love to meet Sammy, if that's alright."

Dean chuckled, "You wouldn't care if it wasn't alright anyway. SAMMY!"

The same boy from the first time Castiel ever saw Dean, when he was yelling at the tall boy, who Cass now knows to be Sammy, was sending texts to the boy's mother and making fun of him, clearly enjoying it all as Dean jumped to try and reach the phone. "For the last time, Dean, Sammy is the name of a fat twelve year old. It's Sam."

"No, Sammy is the name of a fat fourteen year old. Now please, get this introduction over with."

Sam smirked and looked at Castiel. "You know Dean, I always new you liked bad boys but come on, Gabriel's brother?"

"Ah, you're friends with Gabe. How wonderful, don't let him drag you to Candy Land, there's no escaping. And really? Dean likes boys? Isn't that the opposite of what you told me, Dean?"