Dear Addiction

Chapter eighteen

He was beautiful. Not in the way Dean would describe a woman, with delicate features, and elegant movements. No he was beautiful like the sun flaring across your cheeks on a summer day. Radiating a comfortable, perfect warmth. An endless calm, that made everything seem okay, an addictive feeling that seemed to leave Dean always wanting to be closer. He was not beautiful, his actions, his words, the emotions he brought to Dean were beautiful.

He was radiant.

Standing there, the early November light causing his skin to have a pale tone. While a smile spread wide across his face as he watched his son ride up and down the park paths.

"Daddy look!"

"I am Bee."

Dean let his eyes linger on the other, a breath parting his lips, before he looked towards Jack. Ellie's bike was slightly too big for him, though with the seat lowered and the training wheels Dean had bought it worked well enough.

"I think it's y'ur turn," Dean hummened, a smile gazing at his lips as Cas gave the bike that Dean held a worried glance.

"I suppose so."

Slowly Cas gripped the left handle, Dean continuing to hold the right one to keep the bike balanced. He watched as Castiel got on, the way the fabric of his blue t-shirt shifted, his body close enough that Dean could see just under the fabric. The beginning of his chest, and shoulders. His breath hitched, and for a moment Dean didn't look away, until he felt Castiel shift, and his eyes quickly went back to the other man's face.

Even when Castiel took a seat Dean didn't let go, keeping his hands firmly on the bike to keep it balanced. "Now you just pettle." Cas looked towards Dean, tilting his head slightly.

"What do I do with my hands?"

"You just kinda- steer? Point where you want to go, and the bike'll go."

Cas's confused expression didn't falter as he looked at the other. They were close enough that Dean could see Castiel's blue eyes, the colour seeming even more vibrant against the man's pale skin. "You are an awful teacher." Cas finally said.

"I'm an awesome teacher!"

"Point, and steer?" Castiel questioned.

"Fine!" Dean shifted his heart hammering harder as his arm brushed across Castiel's, "How about I hold on while you peddle?" There was a moment of silence as Cas glanced between Dean and the handlebar before nodding in agreeance.

As they began down the path, Dean shifted constantly, attempting to keep the bike balanced, while not touching the other. Though no matter how held the handle bar, or where he walked, he never seemed far enough. Always able to hear the other breath's, and feel each of Cas's movements no matter how small they were. Sending his heart raising, and his cheks flaring.

"Who taught you how to ride a bike?" Cas asked as they slowly turned around walking back the way they'd come. Dean looked ahead to Jack who'd gotten off the bike, and instead played with a stick.

"My mom," Dean finally replied. He slowly removed one hand from the handle bar, letting it fall to his side though he left the other in place. "I was four or three."

"Did she teach Sam?"

"No, I taught him." Dean glanced to the other, making sure Castiel wasn't looking before he slowly removed his other hand. He stared at the other man as they slowly walked, the way he held his lips in a tight line as he concentrated, the way his blue eyes sparkled in the morning light. He wanted to stare forever. "Hey Cas." Dean said. He tugged his jacket closed as a sharp wind blew.