mr. perfect

xv) pieces of a puzzle

One day, after another day at college, Cas came back to his dorm and neither Sam or Dean was there. Dean was always there, and he was always reading. Cas could suddenly see that Dean was rushing to finish the book for some reason. Why was he rushing?

But Sam was also not there. 

Cas thought it was weird. But he took the time to finish his painting. Good enough. His heart rate sped up thinking of Dean. How strangely beautiful he was. 

Dean didn't come back until nine, and he was a bit loopy. His smile wilted on one side of his face while the other was happy. "Hey! Cas."

"Where were you?" Cas asked. He had been worried all night. 

"Oh, just walking 'bout." Dean spun in a circle then jumped onto the bed. "I dropped Sammy off at Gabe's house."

Cas stood there for a second, before a blush crept up his face, stomach filled with butterflies. "N-nice."

Dean grabbed Cas' wrist and tugged him down onto the bed. "Now we have the whole place to ourselves," he whispered, and the whole room was silent. 

Cas laughed. "Dean, you're drunk."

"Nope, didn't have a stitch of alcohol, I cross my heart and hope to die!" Then something of recognition came across Dean's face and sadness, but it was so quick, Dean tried to supress it so Cas wouldn't see. 

Dean pushed Cas on the bed and he layed over him, feet touching his. Dean slid one finger down Castiel's chin, and down his neck so that it tugged on the top of his shirt, and then started to peck along that area, and gently sucked on his neck. 

"My angel..." Dean mumbled. 

Cas had a heartrate beating out of his chest. "Dean," he said. 

"Yes?" Dean mumbled and kissed up his chin until their foreheads were both touching. 

"Are we moving too fast?" Cas asked, muttering against Dean's beautiful, soft lips. There was a split on Cas' lip from a week ago. 

Dean looked into Castiel's eyes. "Life moves too fast, Cas. I want this, I want you... but if you're not ready, I understand." He takes a deep breath and their hips are locked together, and chests beating. Their bodies matched perfectly. "I don't want pressure to do anything for you."

Cas smiled against Dean's lips. "I want you too, Dean."

Dean smirked and closed his eyes softly.