I've Got You

Chapter 4

It wasn’t a life changing realisation like portrayed in books and movies. In fact, Castiel was sure he, on some level, already knew.

Fall was quickly transitioning into winter, and instead of being in school, Cas was laying on the couch, Gabriel positioned comfortably on Cas’ legs as he slowly healed from his injuries. 

‘Tell me about him,’ Gabe signed, wanting to know about the boy who has won his little brother’s heart. 

‘He’s sweet,’ Cas got this far away look on his face and Gabriel anxiously waited for him to continue. 

‘When he teases me, his eyes get this mischevious glint in them, always ratting him out. Speaking of his eyes, they are so green, so beautiful. They have these little specks of gold and brown near the irises. When he talks about his brother, Sam, his eyes fill with adoration and love, voice full of pride. He even puffs his chest out a bit. When something’s on his mind, he bites his lip and jiggles his left leg. But when he’s excited, he jiggles his right. When he’s annoyed, he runs his fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands slightly. When he wakes up, he drinks two cups of coffee before even thinking about people. He sings quietly when he thinks nobody is listening. He originally joined football because he thought it would make his dad proud, but found he loved the sport.’

Cas signed with passion; purpose. And Gabriel idly wondered if he’d ever love someone half as much as Cas loves Dean. 

‘And it only took me two months to fall in love,’ It felt weird at first, admitting out loud that he was in love with Dean. It meant his feelings were real. But he knew he had never spoken -or, signed if you care about technicalities- a truer sentence. 

Gabriel watched him for a few moments before asking a follow-up.

‘Why don’t you ask him out then?’ Cas seemed to think about it for a minute before answering, signing a bit slow.

‘He’s a popular jock and I’m just a low-life nerd. Plus, I don’t even know if he likes guys. And with all of the rumours going around, I really don’t see why he’d want to date me.’

Gabriel scoffed, rolling his eyes. ‘Cas, come on. He’d be the luckiest man on earth to go on a date with you. And if the rumours haven’t scared him off yet, then they won’t if you ask him out. He obviously already knows about them. And yet, he’s still your friend. Hell, he defended you. Protected you. I think he might already have feelings for you.’ He pointed out, But Cas just shook his head. 

‘Okay,’ He relented, but then he smirked. ‘But, at least invite him over? Mom has been dying to meet him. Plus, he probably misses you. After all, he hasn’t seen you since he saved you from the bullies.’ 

Castiel wanted to roll his eyes, but that actually wasn’t a bad idea. Maybe he would. 

‘Only if you promise to keep your mouth shut. I don’t need your help ruining my life. I do it just fine on my own, thank you.’ He squinted and Gabe laughed, putting his hands up in surrender. 

He really was a good brother. Just as Anna was a good mother, Chuck a good father. All three better than his biological family. He shuddered, pushing thoughts of them away. 

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Dean had agreed to come over, and when he told his mom, she looked so happy he thought she was going to burst with it. 

But then he was the one who was going to burst. And not from happiness. He was so nervous you’d think it was his wedding day. 

He couldn’t figure out what to wear, or what to cook. Because he wanted to cook the meal. Dean was his guest, he was going to be a good host. 

Also, should he style his hair?

He wiped his face, as if that would clear all of the nerves, and looked back through the closet. He wanted to look nice, while being comfortable. But not clothes that looked like he was on a date. Because this wasn’t a date. Right?

Shit, what if Dean thought it was a date?

Dean would have to be interested in you to think this was a date. He reminded himself, looking back at the clothes and taking a deep breath. He could do this. Clothes would not get the best of him.

He decided on slim-fit khakis with a white V-neck and unbuttoned gray cardigan. He walked downstairs and was met with an approving whistle from Gabriel. 

“Damn, Cassie, I thought this wasn’t a date?” He asked, and Cas rolled his eyes. If Gabe wanted a response, he would have signed it. Not said it out loud. 

Anna smiled as he walked into the kitchen. “You look nice.” She smiled, kissing his forehead before going to the living room, presumably to warn Gabriel to behave. Cas smiled at the thought. 

He really went all out on the dinner. Filet mignon with rich balsamic glaze, garlic-parm zucchini sauté, and lemon-parmesan roasted potatoes. 

He had just gotten the potatoes out when the doorbell rang. Quickly throwing his apron and oven mitts to the side, he made his way to the front door, opening it with a slight blush. 

When he saw Dean, he licked his lips, eyes raking over his body. Dean was wearing a green lightweight crew neck sweater that stretched across his chest deliciously over black skinny jeans.

And then Dean was smiling. ‘Hey, Cas. It’s nice to see you again. I miss you.’ 

Cas would have smiled and said he felt the same before letting Dean in, but all he could do was gape. Because Dean didn’t say that. 

He signed it.