I'll Paint You Wings and Set You Free

Sammy, I Might Be a Little Gay for Castiel

(Dean's POV)

I got to the Roadhouse at about 8:00. Since it was Sunday, Ellen wouldn't open up until 9:00. I had an hour or so to kill until she got here; so I texted Gabriel.

Me: Hey Gabe

His reply was immediate. Gabriel: Wassup? Why are you even up this early?

Me: Work. And we should hang out after I'm done with my shift at 3:00.

Gabriel: Yeah, sure. Um, Cassie says he wants to talk to you. He told you to just text him.

Oh great, I thought. Maybe he wasn't that drunk and he remembers what happened. Gabe texted me his number.

Gabriel: Okay, I'll leave you to work now. See you later!

I stared at the number that Gabriel sent me. I was a little hesitant to send him a message and ask what he wanted to talk about, but I did anyways.

Me: Hey, this is Dean. Is this Castiel?

Castiel replied right away. Castiel: Yup. So Dean, I wanted to ask you about last night at the party...

Me: I think it would be easier if we talked over the phone instaed of texting.

He called right after I saw that he read the message.

"Hey, Dean. About last night, the guys told me that I didn't have to kiss you or anything, they were'nt going to make us," Castiel explained quietly. "But they thought we were too drunk to realize what we were doing," he paused. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

Sorry for what? I thought. "What are you saying sorry for Castiel? For kissing me?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Yes, actually," he said on the other line. "I know you're straight and so am I." I thought I heard a small "right?" on the other line before Castiel began talking again. "I mean, I think you're straight." Another pause. "Sorry that was really rude."

"Castiel, you don't have anything to be sorry about. We were drunk and didn't realize it. It's fine. Let's just forget it," I said with a short, but forced, laugh. I heard him chuckle.

"Alright, Dean," Castiel said. "I'll let you go now. Bye, Dean." And he hung up.

Last night was weird. I know he couldn't have been that drunk because he remembered what happened. I wasn't that drunk because I remember what happened. He was possibly questioning his sexuality because we kissed at a party last night. I am questioning my sexuality now because of said kiss.

I'm not doing it because I kissed another boy, I'm doing it because that kiss felt different than any other kiss had been before. I had kissed a few other girls, and one other boy because of a dare when he was fifteen. None of those had felt like what it felt like to kiss Castiel. There was sometihng about the way his slightly chapped lips had softened when they came into contact with mine. If he wasn't that drunk, he knew what he was doing and he didn't have to deepen the kiss like he did. The thing was: I let him do it. The day we met, there was something about the way his eyes had lit up with something I had never seen in someone's eyes when they looked at me before. I wasn't sure what it was though, but I intended to find out.

On my lunch break, I texted Castiel again and asked if he wanted to meet up. He seemed hesitant but agreed anyways.

We met at a small café a little ways down the street from the Roadhouse. I had never been there, but Castiel said it had the best coffee in town. When he got there, I had already ordered a large coffee, black - like my soul - and a bagel with cream cheese. Castiel sat down with a smile. He was wearing that stupid letter jacket again and had his hair messed up, although I couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not. Man he looks good today, I thought. Wait, what? There was no way I was thinking that about another guy. But in my defense, I can look at the menu, I just can't order.