Tattoos And Cigarettes [A Destiel Fanfiction]

No Escape From Reality

Chapter 4:
A/N: This video is from Wayne's World, if you haven't already seen it you should. It's on Netflix.

The next few weeks at school went by quickly for Dean. He wasn't all too focused on his school work. He didn't study when he got home, he either came up with excuses to see Castiel or text him nonstop. Nothing else had happen between them since Halloween, and even then nothing happened. Except for the fact that Castiel tried to get Dean out of his clothes.

Every chance Dean got he was admiring Cas. He loved the thing he did with his tongue ring when he was nervous. He loved when Cas would bite his bottom lip when he was thinking too hard about a math problem. He loved his gruff voice early in the morning. Dean had spent many nights over at his house just to be next to Cas.

Dean sat down at Castiel's lunch table with all Cas's friends. Meg, Charlie, Adam, Ash, and Garth. Charlie was a fangirl, Meg was in love with Cas, Adam's older brothers dropped him inside a hole for 3 days and forgot about him once, Ash has a mullet, and Garth is.... He's Garth. He liked all of them. He didn't like the fact that Meg wanted to sleep with Cas, but Cas seemed to have no intention on dating her. Or anyone, sadly.

At least, that's what Dean thought.
~~~~~~
Dean sat in his room, blasting Crazy World by the Scorpions. He played Fallout 3 on his laptop. He was having fun not studying for once. He was confident in tomorrow's test. And then the glorious weekend. Dean smiled to himself. He loved being able to oversleep and not worry about school that day and if anyone is going to pick on him.

Dean wouldn't exactly call it bullying, but sometimes people made fun of what he was wearing or calling him names like: prude, nerd, stuck-up. Just dumb childish names, and Dean didn't mind it very much. It was just the fact that it was constant, it was annoying and stressful.

Dean was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed he was being killed by giant ants. "NO WHAT FRICK." He frantically mashed some keys on the board and clicked his mouse. He ended up killing the ants and sighing in relief. Sadly, he'd ran out of stempacks. He was too angry with himself to keep playing, he shut off his computer and frowned. Now what am I to do? He complained in his head.

Dean's phone buzzed, Castiel's name lighted the screen. Dean smiled at Castiel's most wonderful mind reading abilities.

Come over. Sent: 2:33 p.m

Dean bit his lip. He wanted to come over, he really did. But what if I lose control and lick his neck or something? Dean worriedly bit his lip and sent a quick text back.

When? Sent: 2:34 p.m

Now, you twat. Sent: 2:35 p.m

Okay, okay, I'm coming. Sent: 2:36 p.m Dean shoved his phone into his pocket and grabbed his keys and jacket. He was excited. He never understood why, but when he was near Cas he always felt so alive. The atmosphere around him would change, he felt as if he could fly.
~~~~~~
"So you asked me to come over... To help you clean..?" Dean stood in Castiel's room trying to wrap his head around what the boy wanted.

"No," Cas put his hands on his hips, "I wanted you to come over so we could watch chick flicks and talk about boys."

Dean frowned, "your sarcasm is really harsh.."

"You love meeeee." Castiel cooed. Dean rolled his eyes. Of course I do, dummy! Dean always felt taken aback from the small voice in his head. At least it was only a small one, he didn't mind it too much. "Hey, assbutt!" Castiel snapped. Dean broke from his trance and straightened his posture. "Huh?" He stuttered stupidly.

"You gonna help? Or stand there and look pretty?" Castiel grinned, and Dean's stomach did somersaults.

"Uh, yeah, okay sure." Dean started picking up beer cans and throwing them into the waste basket.

Soon they'd cleaned the room spotless. Both boys were exhausted and in dire need of food. Castiel made them both grilled cheese and sat at the small dining room table. Dean scarfed his down, Cas picked at the crust and stared at the sandwich like he was a tiger bored with its prey. Dean swallowed, "how come you never eat?" Castiel looked frightened by Dean's question. His posture became ridged and he shrugged. Castiel had hoped he would drop it, but Dean was a persistent little prick. "You should eat."

"Why?" Cas cocked and eyebrow.

"Why not?" Dean plastered the same cocky look on his face.

"Just not hungry." Cas lost his cockiness and shrugged, taking their plates away. Dean frowned. He wanted so badly to know Castiel. And it was frustrating that Castiel never gave away anything personal about him. Maybe Dean could open up to Cas a little, then he'd talk? Dean was out of options. He sighed and rubbed his head. Everything was giving him a headache. He was stressing too much, he felt like such a teenage girl.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Cas cocked his head to the side. Dean shook his head. He wasn't sure if he could handle a movie right now. "Wanna lay down?" Dean looked up at Castiel. He looked genuinely concerned. Dean smiled and nodded. A small nap would help.
~~~~~~
Dean woke and Castiel was laying next to him, playing a game on his phone. Castiel smiled. "I can feel you staring, Winchester."

"Sorry.." Dean chuckled lightly. His headache subsided and he was feeling much better. Castiel closed the app and rolled on his side so he was facing Dean. "Do you realise how gay we look?" Castiel whispered.

"You always look gay." Dean chuckled. Castiel joined him, and soon the two boys couldn't look at each other without laughing. Dean loved the way Castiel laughed. He loved hearing him, and he loved seeing him smile. Castiel grinned and stared at Dean's eyes. Dean felt a blush creep onto his face, and he looked away.

He looked up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the reddening in his face and the sweating in his palms. He knows that look well. It's lust. Cas's eyes were darkened, his smile was predator like. Dean noticed the growing erection in his pants, and oh God did he hope Castiel wouldn't notice. "Dean, baby you look good enough to eat.." Castiel purred. Dean swallowed and blushed brighter. "C'mon Cas, not now.." He squirmed a little under Castiel's gaze.

"Turn towards me you clueless ass." Cas mumbled and Dean did as he was told. He rolled on his side with his eyes closed, as soon as he opened them Castiel's lips met his. Dean groaned and Castiel bit his lip. He was nervous. His palms were sweating, his lips were trembling and swollen from the harsh kissing, and his legs were shaking. Dean was a wreak. Castiel noticed and pulled away. "If you're uncomfortable.." He trailed off.

"No! It's just.. We're not... Dating.." Dean sighed. He was hit with a wave of reality. Why would someone as perfect as Cas date someone like Dean? Dean shook his head. He was sure of his thoughts until Castiel spoke up again. "Ya know, I've been meaning to ask you.."

"Ask... Me?" Dean stuttered.

"Youwannabemine?" Castiel asked, a little too quickly. Dean couldn't breathe for a moment. He was actually nervous about asking me oh my fucking God this has to be a dream what the fuck. He rambled in his mind for what seemed like an eternity. "Hey? Dean, if you don't want to be.." Castiel frowned.

"No! I mean, yes! I mean.." Dean sighed, trying to recollect himself. "Yes, I'll be your boyfriend." The words felt foreign. He'd never been good with this sort of stuff, and being with someone as perfect as Castiel.. Well, it felt like a dream. Castiel grinned. It wasn't the same grin he'd used a moment ago. This one said 'oh God I've finally got you where I wanted you.'

A/N: Ehehehehe almost smut BUT NOT YET. But yay they're finally together! How is the story so far?
Also, shout out to Tori_Castellanos for making me her favourite booty child ilysm keep being perfect okay bye. ✌️