I've Got You

Chapter 2

Soon after that first encounter, Dean and Cas were becoming great friends, talking every day. Well, Dean talked, Cas would usually write.

Dean was secretly learning sign language for Cas, waiting to tell him about it until he was fluent. They’ve only been friends for about a month, but Dean could already tell Cas was the best friend he’s ever had. The blue-eyed nerd had a dry sense of humor, and Dean found himself cracking up every time Cas made a joke. 

But with this newfound happiness came pain. Castiel was absolutely adorable, especially in the morning with his tired eyes and cute yawns. Dean found it increasingly hard to keep his hands to himself. Even Cas was gay, there was no way in hell he would return Dean’s feelings. Life just didn’t work that way.

They were currently sitting at their regular table in the library, Dean laughing loudly, even though it was supposed to be a quiet zone. Cas was sitting there, looking proud since he was the one who caused the whole body laughter.

The day Dean first greeted him and acknowledged his existence, Cas was a little afraid to respond, worried that Dean was just there to mock him. But Dean was persistently sweet and patient, soon putting Cas’ fears to rest.

Dean finally calmed down, wiping tears from his eyes, which Cas thought was an over-exaggeration, but cute nonetheless.

 “So… my football game is tonight… you planning to come?” Cas, for the life of him, could not fathom why Dean appeared to be so nervous when he asked about Cas coming to the game. Of course, he’d go. But why did Dean seem to think that he wouldn’t?

But as nervous as he looked -and sounded- his candy apple green eyes betrayed him, looking bright and eager as Dean patiently waited for a response.

‘Of course, Dean. I always come to your games.’ Dean was blushing when he read the writing on the notebook page, and if he noticed Castiel was too, he didn’t say anything.

And when Dean pointed Cas with a beam that could challenge the brightness of the sun? Well, Cas thought he was going to go blind just looking at it. 

The conversation soon drifted away from the game and more towards trivial things that didn’t mean anything, but at the same time meant everything. And too soon for Castiel’s liking, the bell rang, signaling the end of school, and most disappointedly, the end of their conversation.

When Cas got home, Gabriel immediately took notice of the dopey smile Cas still had on his face and started pestering the poor child. 

‘You were talking to Dean again, weren’t you?’ He signed, face suggestive when he fingerspelled Dean’s name. Cas rolled his eyes, thankful that sign language was easy to ignore as he started to walk away with a little huff. But no matter how hard he tried to pretend that he was annoyed, he couldn’t help the little smile at Gabriel’s laughter and the sound of Anna’s voice telling Gabe to leave his little brother alone from inside the kitchen.

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Castiel could feel a pounding in his head from the screams of his peers. But Dean was more than worth it, so Cas ignored it as best he could, deciding to just focus on his new friend. Usually, when Cas attended the football games, he’d fantasize about Dean sweaty and pumped full of adrenaline from winning, grabbing Cas like his property -that kink was a whole can of worms he wasn’t ready to open yet- and kissing him, completely dominating his mouth.

Of course, he knew that would never actually happen in the real world, but it was nice to imagine. Dean was amazing and perfect and Cas? He was just… Cas.

But, again, it soothed him to pretend like it will happen eventually. 

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Dean fucking beamed when he scored the winning touchdown, even though he was gross and sweaty in his uniform. Endorphins pumped through him, wiping away any and all pain and exhaustion. He felt great, riding out his body’s natural high as dopamine rushed through his veins, neurotransmitters firing like crazy.

He turned to face the crowd, almost not registering the loud cheering as he scanned all the faces, looking for a specific blue eyed teen. He almost gave up, high fading a little, until he noticed a familiar figure standing next to the bleachers in a way that he was obscured from view from everyone else. 

Cas was clapping with a smile and Dean felt a warmth surge through him at the proud look on Cas’ face. Even from the distance, Dean could see his expression perfectly. 

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After the game was officially over and he had showered and changed as quickly as possible, Dean went to find Castiel, hoping he didn’t already leave.

He found the boy in the same spot from earlier, except now it didn’t seem like he was hiding. When Cas noticed Dean approaching, he held out his phone, grin placed high and big on his face. Typed in the memos was ‘Congratulations, Dean. You did great. I’m proud of you.’ Dean’s face flushed as Cas’ grin only grew. Somehow that little message meant more to Dean than winning the game. 

His mouth began moving before his brain caught up. “What do you think about spending the weekend at my place?” 

Well, at least now they were both blushing.

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After getting over his initial shock, Cas texted his mom about spending the weekend with the Winchesters. Anna ultimately said yes, obviously happy Castiel had a friend he could spend time with. As sad as it was, that was rare.

In what seemed like a heartbeat, they were in Dean’s impala, driving down the smooth roads. Cas found the rumble of the engine soothing. It even started to quell down his inner turmoils.

He learned that Dean’s family did indeed come, they just didn’t stay to wait for him to change. He preferred to take his baby -Cas smiled when he heard Dean’s fond nickname of the car- anyway, and Sam -Cas loved the proud tone in Dean’s voice whenever he talked about his brother- always said that Dean was ‘as slow as a girl’. Cas wasn’t sure he knew what that meant. 

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“This is it.” Dean smiled, though his eyes hid some of his insecurities. Cas may not have picked up on it, but Dean wanted his approval. 

Cas got out, and Dean almost cried because Cas was so gentle when he closed Baby’s door. 

Holy shit. I think I met my soulmate.

Cas took in the nice house with a little smile. It was a stereotypical, white picket fence, suburban house. It was two stories with a basement, four bedrooms, and a really nice backyard. Cas’ favorite part was the flower beds. They must attract a lot of bees. 

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He teased, mocking what he called ‘chick flick’ movies. Cas wasn’t certain what movies that consisted of.

He rolled his eyes, smiling as he playfully shoved the star quarterback. 

It was at that moment a woman with blonde hair opened the door, a fond smile on her face.

“Dean, you’re not going to keep him outside all night, are you?” She asked, smile growing, full of adoration and love for her son. Dean could tell where Dean got his gorgeous smile from. When he noticed the elder teens blush and sweaty hands, he idly wondered if this was a good idea.