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"Sup fag," Alistair, the school bully, snapped in Dean's ear. He was pushed up against his locker with Alistair holding his head mashed against it. "Been suckin' any cocks lately, huh?" Spit sprayed into Dean's ear as Alistair's lisp became known to him once again.
"Fuck off Al..." Dean said as his head got slammed against the locker again, cutting him off, wincing in pain.
"I'll fuck off when you stop being a faggot." The hand the wasn't on Dean's face punched into his ribs. Dean let out a small whimper and he could feel a smirk grow on Alistair's face.
"Leave him alone Alistair," said a rough voice from behind Dean. "What's he ever done to you?"
Alistair reluctantly let go and Dean turned to see who helped him. Stood there was Castiel Novak, staring at the bully, with a look of impatience on his face. Alistair clenched his fists but before he could reply, Castiel softened his features and focused his eyes on Dean.
"Are you okay Dean?" He asked politely, deep voice rumbling through the now empty corridor. Dean nodded as he watched Alistair walk away, fists clenched, and practically growling under his breath.
"Wait?... How do you know my name?" Dean asked looking back at Castiel. Dean was well known, but for being clever and gay and, except his few friends, no one ever bothered to learn his name.
Castiel let out a low chuckle and something flipped in Dean's stomach. He would be lying if Dean said he didn't have a crush on Castiel, but then again who doesn't?
"You're in my algebra class, and you put you hand up a lot." Dean blushed a little at Castiel's reply, looking down slightly. "I'm Castiel Novak."
When Dean looked up he saw Castiel's hand stuck out in front of him, with a small smile on his face. Dean took his hand and huffed a laugh. "Yeah, I know." Castiel's smile grew a little at Dean's confession and Dean grew even redder. Dean removed his hand from Cas' and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well if you don't mind, I have to get home, but thanks for, well, you know." It was the end of the day and Dean was all ready to go to home and watch some cheesy old sci-fi film while scoffing on popcorn.
Castiel's smile dropped and withdrew his hand, clearing his throat. "Yeah, sure." Dean smiled quickly at Cas and turned towards the exit. "You sure you're okay though, Dean?" He asked quickly before Dean was out of earshot.
Dean stopped and let out a light sigh. "Yeah I'm fine thanks Cas." He turned back and gave him a shy smile and it dropped when Dean saw Castiel's surprised face. "What's wrong?" Dean asked politely
The corners of Castiel's mouth flicked up. "You called me 'Cas'" he explained, face breaking into a full grin at the look on Dean's face which looked both shocked and very embarrassed.
"Oh I um... I meant Castiel, sorry." Dean lied, looking down again. He could hear and feel Cas come closer until he was in his personal space. Dean sucked in a breath.
"Don't be sorry Dean, it's perfectly fine. You can call me whatever you want." Castiel replied softly, looking up into the other boys forest green eyes. Castiel's hand found Dean's shoulder and he squeezed it gently. Dean looked down at the Cas' hand and followed his arm with his eyes. Eventually, they were looking into each other's eyes. Dean saw Castiel's overly blue eyes widen, like he had realised something. Dean doesn't know how long they stood there by it seemed like hours, easily getting lost in the eyes opposite his.
To Dean's disappointment, Castiel looked away first. Dean blushed and shut his eyes when he realised that Castiel's eyes were skimming over his nose and cheeks, looking no doubt at his freckles. A smile tugged at Castiel's lips as he lifted his hand up, cupping Dean's face and stoking his thumb along his cheek.
Dean's eyes flew open and moved away from the soft touch on his face. Clearing his throat, Castiel moved away quickly mumbling an apology and practically ran to the exit. Dean looked after Cas wondering what the fuck just happened.
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Dean arrived at home still confused about what happened between him and the most popular boy in school. Something did happen, didn't it? Dean wasn't just imagining it was he? He didn't even know Cas was gay.
Going through the front door he shouted to tell anyone home that he's there. He turned to close the door and stopped still to see a 1964 red mustang parked across the street from him house. He opened the door fully and stepped out to get a better look. Dean appreciated good looking cars and, man, was this a beauty. He walked across the street to look at it properly, running his hand over the Impala as if to say 'you're still my baby'.
He walked up to the bonnet and stopped in shock to see someone sat in the car. Not wanting to intrude Dean held his hand up apologetically and moved away from the car before seeing who owned this set of wheels. He'd get to look properly later on, he thought.
His thoughts were interrupted to a car door opening and slamming shut hard. Dean flinched and winced at the sound, but carried on towards his house. He'd almost reached the front door when a hand was placed on his shoulder and was spun around, face to face with the other person. Dean's eyes grew wide when he saw Castiel Novak stood in front of him with a stern look on his face. Dean gasped when Castiel moved close up to him and put their faces together so they were cheek to cheek.
"I swear to god if yo tell anyone about this I will break you." Castiel whispered into Dean's ear, his deep voice seemingly hoarse and gritty, sending a shiver all the way down Dean's spine. Castiel pulled away so their foreheads were almost touching, just a centimetre between them.
"Tell anyone about w...?" Dean started but was cut off as Cas closed the distance between the two, locking his lips around Dean's. Castiel let out a small moan as he brought his hands up to Dean's neck, gently tugging and running his finger through the hairs behind his ears. Dean tensed immediately and was about to pull away when Cas lightly nipped at Dean's bottom lip with his teeth, causing him to whimper. Relaxing into the kiss, Dean grabbed the collar of Castiel's trench coat, pulling him closer. Castiel licked at Dean's lips and Dean parted them, granting Cas access to the inside of his mouth. Castiel took full advantage of this, exploring Dean's mouth with enthusiasm. Dean moaned as Castiel moved his hand down Dean's body to grab his ass through his jeans, pushing Dean forwards and towards Castiel's body. Castiel groaned into Dean's mouth pushing him backwards until his ankles hit the porch steps, and fell on his ass bringing, Cas down with him, lips never breaking. Cas straddled Dean and started slowly grinding down on Dean's growing erection. Dean would have been embarrassed if he wasn't so in the moment, if he didn't want this so much. They were both so distracted that they didn't notice the door open, Mary Winchester stepping out.
"Dean was that y...? Oh my goodness!" Mary exclaimed, giggling to herself whilst she turned around and headed back into the house.
Cas eventually broke away from Dean's mouth, breathing heavily. "Fuuck..." Dean huffed out a laugh.
"Yeah." Dean whispered, eyes closed. Castiel rested his head at the crook of Dean's neck placing soft kisses there. Dean sighed in content.
"I didn't think it would be like that." Cas stated.
"What would?" Dean asked innocently.
"Kissing a guy. Kissing you." Castiel explained.
"Oh, wait you though about kissing me?" Castiel blushed a little at Dean's question.
"Uh, yeah. A lil' bit all the time..." Castiel said in a whisper, Dean only just making out what he said against his neck. Dean pushed Cas up so he was looking at him, though Castiel wouldn't look him in the eye. Dean cupped his hand under the other mans chin, forcing him to look into his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Dean asked, trying hard not to sound annoyed, he'd been crushing on Castiel for as long as he can remember, since seeing those blue eyes, or his constant sex hair for the first time.
Cas looked uncomfortable with Dean's question but Dean didn't care, he wanted to know what was going through his mind when he kissed him, and why he hadn't done it sooner. Cas looked at the floor, despite Dean's hand on his chin. "I was scared you wouldn't want to kiss me back..." Well he wasn't expecting that.
"Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that? You're Castiel freaking Novak! You'd have to be an idiot not to want to kiss you" Dean spat back, more anger in his voice than he had intended.
Cas winced at Dean's reply. "It's true Dean. You look at me in the corridor or the cafeteria like I took a shit on your car or something. I though you hated me." He explained, getting quieter and quieter as he spoke. Dean just looked at him in shock.
"How could I hate someone I don't know? I don't hate you, I guess if anything I'm jealous of you, you've got high school wrapped around your finger. Teachers and pupils along with it." Dean said with a frown.
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Do I have you 'wrapped around my finger'?" Cas asked, sounding upset.
"I um... No." Dean answered. Cas seemed to cheer up a little to this answer, the corners of his lips flicking up.
"Good. That's good." Cas replied looking into Dean's eyes, smiling a lopsided grin at him. Before Dean could reply he heard the door behind him open. Cas jumped out of Dean's lap and dragged Dean up with him, pushing him away from him a little.
"Hey Dean... Having fun?" Mary asked with a big smile on her face. Dean looked at her, confused, ready to ask what she meant when Cas shoved his hand in front of him walking up the steps to join Mary at the door.
"Mrs Winchester I assume?" He asked with a friendly smile "I'm Castiel Novak, it's nice to meet you." Mary looked at him for moment, then at his hand, and back to his face. She smiled even wider, moved his hand out of the way and pulled him into a tight hug. Cas yelped in surprise before bringing his arms up awkwardly, reciprocating the hug. Dean let them hug it out for moment before he started to feel uncomfortable and broke up the hug, pulling Cas away from his mother.
"Alright that's enough mom, you'll break his bones if you hug him any tighter." He said sternly. Mary let go and laughed.
"I just came out to tell you that you left Sammy at the library. He's been waiting a while," She explained before turning to Cas "and it's very nice to meet you too Castiel."
Dean sighed and turned to Cas too. "This isn't over." He said before going back in the house to grab his car keys and say bye to his mom, walking out the door, shutting it behind him. He walked down the steps on his porch expecting to talk to Cas some more when he saw the Mustang start up and rush down the street. He sighed again, realising it must have been Castiel's car. He got in the Impala, started it up and went to get his forgotten brother.