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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester, Anna_Milton, Chuck_Shurley, Garth_Fitzgerald
      IV, Charlie_Bradbury, Frank_Devereaux, Alastair_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha_Dean, Jock_Dean, Nerd_Castiel, Alternate
      Universe_-_Teenagers, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Bullying, Omega
      Castiel, Masturbation, Anal_Fingering, Friends_to_Lovers, Underage
      Drinking, Love_Confessions, Slow_Build, Mating, Bottom_Castiel, Top_Dean,
      Knotting, Claiming, Anal_Sex, Time_Skips
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-13 Completed: 2016-07-04 Chapters: 10/10 Words: 17154
****** Exception ******
by thelonelywriter
Summary
     Castiel Novak is seventeen years old and still unpresented, Dean
     Winchester is the quarterback for the school's football team and one
     of the school's most dominant alphas. When the two are paired in
     Chemistry as lab partners, a surprising friendship ensues. But is
     there more behind the friendship than what meets the eye?
Notes
     Alright, finally, finally, finally I finished the fic, here it is!!
     The chapters are gonna be fairly short so to get you guys started I'm
     posting two chapters but after that I'll probably just post one
     chapter at a time!!! I hope that you guys like this fic, it's pretty
     simple, it's not too plotty but still it's not just the regular porn
     that I spew onto you guys almost daily!!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** First Days Are Always Rough *****
“Okay, you can do this,” Castiel muttered to himself as he stood in front of
the school, students already beginning to pour in. “It’s no big deal, just keep
your head down and no one will notice you,” he sighed as he began walking
forwards, clutching the straps of his backpack for dear life, his head down as
he stepped over the threshold of the school’s doors.
It was Cas’ Junior year and it was his first day at school. To say that he was
nervous was an understatement. He tried to walk through the halls as though he
really wasn’t there as he listened to people around him cluster together,
raving about their summer and all the things they had done. Cas had done his
best to stay under the radar over the summer. He kinda did his best to stay
under the radar in any circumstance. Especially if it involved school.
Cas hated school, loathed it actually. That didn’t stop him from getting good
grades though, his parents would have had heart attacks if he came home with a
C. It was the people at school that Castiel hated. They picked on him, teased
him mercilessly. Cas was helpless against it for the most part, that’s kinda
what comes with being unpresented at the age of seventeen.
Almost everyone else in the school had presented late in their Freshman year, a
few late bloomers here and there. Cas was the only unpresented one in his
Junior year now. His parents dismissed the thought of him being a beta since
Cas came from a prestigious family of alphas. He was an only child but he had a
ton of cousins, most of them alphas with the exception of a few betas. Cas’
parents thought, practically knew that Cas was going to present soon and when
he did he was going to present as an alpha just like everyone else. It was in
his blood. Cas was a little skeptical on the whole topic, thought that maybe he
really was a beta and he should just accept it. But being a beta didn’t feel…
right. Cas had to hand it to his parents that maybe he was just a really late
bloomer who was destined to be an alpha. It was all that he could hope for at
least.
Castiel managed to get to his locker on time and without anyone teasing him or
asking him how things were going. Conversation with someone was almost as bad
as being teased, Castiel was horrible at it. Cas definitely wasn’t a social
person. The books in his backpack that were all for free reading attested to
his nature of wanting quiet, wanting solitude. He didn’t like parties, he
didn’t like maneuvering crowded and loud hallways. He just liked to be alone.
The fact that he was lacking friends made him a perfect fit with loneliness.
Castiel set up his locker neatly, making sure that everything was organized. He
wasn’t one for messes either, he preferred his things to be neat. He made sure
that everything was in place before the bell rang and he reluctantly closed his
locker, all the books he needed in his backpack and his class schedule in his
hands. He tried to keep calm as he walked down the halls with everyone else,
glancing up at the room numbers to find the one that he wanted. When he found
it he took a seat in the back, praying that the rest of the day would go as it
had been going so far.
                                      ---
At lunch Castiel debated whether or not he should sit outside. Usually the
popular kids and the kids that picked on him stayed inside, so Cas had refuge
when he sat at a picnic bench outside. He was just about to head out there when
a pair of arms caught him from behind, wrapping him up in a hug. “Cas, I missed
you so much,” a muffled voice rang through his ears. Castiel couldn’t help but
smile as he turned to face Charlie, one of his friends whom he had known since
grade school.
“I missed you too, Charlie,” Castiel replied, and Charlie finally let her grip
on Cas go.
“Here, come sit over here, Garth and Chuck can’t wait to see you either,”
Charlie said, tugging Cas over to one of the lunch tables that sat in the back
of the cafeteria. Cas couldn’t help but smile again when he caught sight of
Garth who waved and smiled brightly, and Chuck, who was hurriedly scribbling
out some words onto a sheet of paper.
“Working on your next novel?” Castiel teased, and Chuck looked up, grinning
softly.
“Hey to you too, Cas,” he replied, watching Cas slide into a seat and drop his
bag next to his feet.
“How was your summer?” Garth inquired, and Castiel shrugged.
“Eh, it was alright.”
“I bet you got a lot of reading done,” Charlie suggested, and Castiel grinned,
nodding.
“There wasn’t much else to do. There were a few family vacations here and there
that were just something of nightmares, but other than that I didn’t do much, I
tried to read as much as I could,” Castiel informed them. “Did you get a lot of
writing done, Chuck?” Castiel went on, and Chuck ducked his head a little.
“Well, I tried my best. I got a few things written but nothing’s been
finalized, I still have editing and proofreading to do. I’ve been
procrastinating terribly though,” Chuck sighed.
“Want me to read something for you? I’ll edit it for only a small fee,” Garth
proposed. Chuck rolled his eyes.
“I’m not paying you anything for just reading my stuff, Garth.”
“I won’t just be reading it though, I’ll be editing,” Garth corrected and Chuck
waved his hand dismissively.
“Same thing,” Chuck said, and Garth opened his mouth to argue but Charlie
stopped him.
“How about your summer, Garth, what did you do?” Charlie inquired, leaning her
forearms on the table.
“Not much, my family and I went out to Maine to do some hunting, other than
that nothing extravagant happened,” Garth explained, earning nods from both
Charlie and Cas.
“Sounds like we all had amazing summers,” Chuck muttered, Charlie nudging him
in response.
“Well, at least we can start new at school again,” Garth said, and Castiel
rolled his eyes. “What?” Garth asked, noting Cas’ reaction.
“I’m just not looking forward to this year. It’s gonna be the same as last
year, and most likely those stupid jocks are gonna start tripping me in the
hallways again,” Castiel grumbled. Charlie paused before speaking.
“You didn’t present over the summer, did you?” Charlie asked hesitantly.
Castiel sighed, looking down at the table and shaking his head.
“I swear to God, my parents are gonna kill me if I don’t present soon,” Castiel
mumbled.
“Cas, that’s totally fine. Some people are just a little late,” Charlie
soothed, but Cas just scoffed.
“I’m the only one in our class, I’m the last one,” Castiel went on.
“Well, that doesn’t matter to any of us and it shouldn’t matter to you either,”
Charlie told Cas sternly. Castiel sighed, looking up and over at her, smiling
softly.
“Thanks Charlie,” Cas said, and Charlie smiled kindly back at him.
“And if any of those guys start picking on you then just ignore them. You know
that they’re dicks and they’re just trying to assert their dominance,” Charlie
sighed, bringing a forkful of food to her mouth.
“Charlie’s right, Cas, you shouldn’t pay attention to them,” Garth added. Chuck
nodded.
“I agree,” he said.
“Yeah, I guess you guys are right,” Castiel sighed. “I just hope that something
happens soon. Something good.”
***** He's Even More Gorgeous Up Close *****
Chapter Summary
     Castiel can't decided if it's a wonderful blessing or a horrible
     curse that he got partnered with Dean Winchester as a lab partner. It
     seems as though only time will tell.
Chapter Notes
     Here I am again, posting another chapter just to get you guys
     started!! I know that there's not much to go on with these first few
     chapters but I promise that things get more interesting as the story
     progresses!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Castiel was glad that when he had reached the last class of his day nothing bad
had happened. None of the jocks had come up to him and started grilling him
with obnoxious questions or tripped him in the hallways. Cas was praying that
he was actually going to get off easy as he slid into a seat in the back of the
class. It was Chemistry class and he didn’t know too many people in the class
and he was hoping that no one he hated would sit next to him. Luckily enough,
Anna, his close cousin, one of them that wasn’t a douchebag, saw him and the
empty seat next to him and smiled softly, sliding into it and dropping her
stuff by her feet. “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” she asked, and
Castiel shook his head with a soft smile.
“I hope you know that you don’t have to save me all the time though,” Castiel
said, watching her grab a binder out of her backpack. She waved a hand
dismissively.
“I’m not saving you, I’m just sitting next to you. Plus I barely know anyone in
this class, better you than someone else,” she told Cas.
“Yeah, I don’t know too many people in here either,” Castiel sighed, fiddling
with his pen. He was about to speak again when he glanced up to see someone
else enter the classroom right as the bell rang. Dean Winchester. Castiel did
his best not to actively gape at him as he walked in and took a seat on the
other side of the room.
Dean was attractive, like really attractive, and the summer had definitely done
him justice. He had got even more handsome if even possible, his skin had
tanned, and his freckles had popped out. Cas hated to admit it but he had been
crushing on Dean since the end of Freshman year. Dean was just about the most
popular guy in school. He was quarterback of the football team therefore he was
practically the leader of the football team and he was one of the most dominant
alphas in the Junior class. Girls fawned over him, no matter if they were a
beta or an alpha or an omega, it didn’t matter. It obviously didn’t really
matter to Dean either because Dean almost always had a new girlfriend on his
arm. A girlfriend that Cas always envied. Cas knew that nothing between him and
Dean would ever happen though, Dean never looked Cas’ way. Plus, he would
probably encourage the behavior of his friends tripping him in the halls. Dean
probably didn’t care one bit.
Castiel was brought out of his thoughts by the voice of the teacher, Mr.
Devereaux, starting up the class and beginning to explain a few things, telling
everyone what they would need and what would be taught, then delving further
into things and bringing up a topic that made Cas’ stomach churn. Lab partners.
“And, yes, during this class you will be paired with someone else as your lab
partner so that you can work on the labs together. Sorry to disappoint but it
will not be out of free will, I’ve already paired you all up with another
classmate. So, with that being said I’m going to call out your names and then I
want you to move so that you’re sitting with that person,” he explained to the
class. Castiel cringed as he began to call out names. Anna ended up being
called early on to sit with Lisa Braeden, one of the most popular alpha girls
in the Junior year class. Castiel was waiting, just waiting to be paired with
someone. He had heard almost everyone’s name called and he was just about to
try and see who the last people out were when Mr.Devereaux called out the very
last pair. “And, last but not least, Novak, you’re with Winchester.”
Castiel was sure that this was what having a heart attack felt like. His
breathing hitched and his hands froze. Surely there was a mistake, surely Dean
Winchester wasn’t going to be his partner, they weren’t going to have to sit
next to each other every lesson, every day, surely there was a- “Hey,” a voice
interrupted Cas’ thoughts. A voice that belonged to Dean Winchester. Dean was
smiling softly over at him as he slid into the seat next to Cas’. Castiel took
a breath and swallowed.
“Um, hi,” Castiel squeaked in response. Castiel watched as Dean took out his
things, placing them on the table and letting his backpack fall to his side.
Castiel took a moment before turning his attention back to Mr. Devereaux,
trying his best not to stare at Dean. Christ, he was even more attractive up
close. Cas had caught sight of those green eyes, that sparkle in them. Those
sweet little freckles dappled across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks.
God, he was gorgeous. And he was sitting right next to Cas. Not out of his own
will but still, it counted for something. At least to Cas it did.
“Now, I don’t want any of you crying over this but I’ve already got your first
assignment in my hands ready to be handed over to you,” Mr. Devereaux told the
class, earning a collective groan from them. “We’re gonna get through Chapter
One today and then I’ll give you the sheets at the end of class,” he continued.
Everyone continued to go up to the front and grab a book and then open up to
the right page. Cas took detailed notes and Dean took half hearted ones before
the class was almost over and the class was handed a sheet with the information
they needed on it. Castiel went over it and Dean went over it separately and
silently, Cas trying not to side eye him too much. When the bell finally rang
Cas couldn’t tell if he was more relieved or disappointed. Dean rose from his
seat as Castiel gathered his things, Dean doing the same.
“Well, I’ll work on some of this tonight and show you what I got tomorrow,”
Dean sighed as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. Castiel nodded
hurriedly, looking up at him.
“Yeah, I, um, I’ll do the same,” Castiel told him. Dean gave a nod of his head,
an awkward silence falling between them before Dean broke it.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Dean bid with one last smile before he turned to
walk away.
“Yeah, see you,” Castiel managed as he watched Dean walk away. Castiel blinked,
sighing as he grabbed his own backpack and rose from his seat. He was wondering
if he was even going to make it through the rest of this semester if he had to
deal with Dean.
                                      ---
The next day Castiel made it through the first half of the day, finding his way
to a lunch table with Chuck, Garth, and Charlie all present. He slid into one
of the seats, greeted by all three of them before he pulled out his lunch.
“Well, you made it through the first day of school unharmed so we should chalk
that up as something,” Garth cut in. Cas snorted in response.
“Yeah, really,” he muttered, and Charlie nudged him.
“You underestimate yourself, Cas,” Charlie said, earning a look from Cas.
“You sound like my Mom now,” Castiel mumbled, and Charlie rolled her eyes.
“I’m just saying that you should have more faith in yourself,” Charlie went on.
“Yeah, well, I’ll try,” Castiel told her, sarcasm in his tone. Charlie began to
speak but Garth cut her off.
“How are all your classes?” he inquired. Castiel simply shrugged.
“None of them seem too hard,” he began, and then he paused. “Do any of you guys
have Chemistry this semester?” he went on. Chuck nodded but Garth and Charlie
shook their heads.
“I have it next period,” Chuck told Castiel.
“Did you get assigned a lab partner?” Castiel inquired and Chuck groaned but
nodded.
“I got assigned Meg,” Chuck informed him. Charlie smirked a little and Castiel
caught it, nudging her.
“What?” she questioned and Castiel sighed.
“You know what,” Castiel said and Charlie sighed.
“It’s just that y’know, you should talk to Meg, she really likes you,” Charlie
sang and Cas rolled his eyes.
“I know what you’re thinking and that was only one time. We dated for like a
week.”
“Two weeks actually,” Garth corrected.
“Whatever. I just don’t really like her,” Castiel mumbled. Cas hadn’t told even
Charlie that he didn’t like Meg not because of the way she was, her
personality, but because he really wasn’t into girls to begin with. He wasn’t
really attracted to them period. He just hadn’t told anyone about it, even the
people closest to him because that would make for a great story, a seventeen
year old unpresented gay guy. That would go over well.
“Who’s your partner?” Chuck questioned and Castiel’s stomach tumbled at just
the thought.
“Dean Winchester,” Castiel sighed out. Chuck gaped at him for a moment.
“Dean Winchester like leader of the guys who like to pick on you and most
popular alpha in the school?” Chuck questioned, leaning forwards as though Cas
had just admitted to something scandalous. Castiel nodded shyly.
“Well, this could either go one of two ways. He could be a complete dick to you
and you’ll have to do most of the work on the projects or he could actually be
a nice guy and leave you alone and help you on the projects,” Garth told Cas
who scoffed.
“Yeah, I think the first option is more likely,” he grumbled.
“Hey, don’t be negative. I’m sure that you guys will get along fine,” Charlie
encouraged and Castiel just rolled his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.
Things will be fine, Cas,” Charlie soothed and Castiel sighed, picking at his
food.
“I hope so.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Well, At Least He's Not A Dick *****
Chapter Summary
     Castiel eases up a little around Dean, though when Dean invites Cas
     over his house to work on the project, Cas panics. Can he really
     handle that?
Chapter Notes
     Chapter Three arrives and hopefully all of you guys like it, I know
     that it's kind of short and that it isn't really jam packed with
     exciting plotty material but it will have to do!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
A few classes later and Cas was sitting at his seat in the back of Mr.
Devereaux’s class, patiently awaiting Dean’s presence. Just as the first day
Dean came into class right on time, just as the bell was ringing. He kept his
head down as he walked to Cas’ table, offering a soft smile as he sat next to
him. “Hey,” he said, his voice sounding kind, Cas chalking it up to be a good
sign. Castiel smiled back, praying that he wasn’t giving Dean the biggest heart
eyes imaginable. Things seemed to go okay though since Dean simply began
pulling out his papers and his binders, placing them on the desk next to Cas’
things. The two didn’t talk, simply sat in silence, waiting until Mr. Devereaux
calmed the class and began speaking. Cas listened, taking notes and watching
Dean out of the corner of his eye. Dean obviously wasn’t too enthralled by
anything that was being said because Cas could see him doodling in between
short notes scrawled on the paper. Cas could only imagine all the leg work he
would have to do to get them through this project.
Finally, near the end of class, Mr. Devereaux offered everyone a little time to
discuss what they had gotten done on their projects. Castiel swallowed, taking
out his paper and looking over at Dean who was fumbling around for his. Dean
finally found it, however, and he placed it next to Cas’, looking over at all
the questions he had filled out, the lengthy answers he had given. Dean’s eyes
widened fractionally. “Holy shit, you practically finished it already,” Dean
mused, and Castiel blushed, ducking his head.
“Yeah, well, I try,” Castiel replied, his word bank shrinking at just the mere
presence of Dean. “Do you want to trade papers, see what we did?” Castiel
suggested, his voice quiet. Dean nodded, handing his paper over to Cas, Cas
handing him his in return.
“Yeah, good idea,” Dean sighed, taking the paper in his hands and beginning to
look over it.
Castiel looked over Dean’s paper and he could tell that Dean was smart, but he
didn’t really apply himself. He definitely had potential and he could
definitely do a lot better than he was already doing. His answers were short
though most of them were right or at least on the right track. Castiel finally
sighed, putting down the paper and looking over at Dean. Dean put down Cas’ and
looked over at Cas. “You are really smart,” Dean marveled, and Castiel blushed
furiously, avoiding his gaze.
“Thanks,” Castiel said softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Why aren’t you in AP?” Dean inquired and Castiel shrugged.
“Just barely missed the cut off. I could have gotten in but I really didn’t
want to. I hate Chemistry, I’m much more of an English person. I do take some
AP classes, but most of my classes are just the regular ones,” Castiel
explained to Dean, hoping that Dean wouldn’t think that he was being weird or
oversharing or something. But, to Cas’ amazement, Dean nodded.
“Cool. I could never make it into AP classes even if I tried,” Dean told him,
but Cas shrugged.
“I think that if you tried hard enough you could. From what I’ve read you seem
smart,” Castiel said, and Dean smiled a little.
“Thanks, Cas,” he replied.
“No problem. It’s true,” Castiel said softly, an awkward little pause following
his words. “So, I was thinking that maybe we could compare answers for this and
then maybe compare today’s notes if we have the time,” Castiel suggested and
Dean nodded.
“Yeah, sounds good to me,” Dean replied, shuffling a little closer to Cas to
get a better view of their notes, Cas’ heart skipping a beat in return. Cas
really wasn’t going to make it through this whole lab partner thing.
                                      ---
Castiel wasn’t sure if he was going to make it through the semester but he at
least managed to make it through the end of the day without tripping over his
words or doing something horribly embarrassing in front of Dean. Castiel did
have to explain a few things to Dean and it was obvious that they weren’t quite
on the same level but things went well for the most part. They were a good pair
surprisingly enough, and Dean seemed nice for the most part, Cas knew that they
were only into the second day of this whole partnership, but so far Dean wasn’t
being a dick so that was promising in at least some way.
When the end of class happened upon them Cas had to admit that he was a little
disappointed. He liked being next to Dean, he liked the way he smelled and he
liked his presence. He liked the fact that Dean hadn’t mentioned anything about
Cas being unpresented or being the football team’s punching bag. Maybe Den was
a dick about Cas behind Cas’ back but at least he wasn’t to Cas’ face. “Well,
thanks for showing me what I need to know. You should really be a tutor or
something,” Dean said as he rose from his seat and grabbed his things. Castiel
smiled softly, looking downwards.
“Thanks, Dean. It was no problem, really,” Castiel insisted as he did the same
and rose from his seat, all of his things packed away in his backpack.
“Well, see you tomorrow,” Dean said with a nod before heading out the door.
Castiel felt something warm inside him blossom as he bid,
“You too.”
                                      ---
It was a few days later and Dean was proving to exceed Cas’ expectations of
what a popular alpha jock looked like. He made jokes with Cas instead of about
Cas and he didn’t really seem to mind working with him. Cas never saw him in
the halls or anything but when he saw him in class he always smiled softly at
Cas and he was never rude to him or anything. He was always nice. “So, how are
things going with Dean?” Garth inquired that day as the four all sat together
at lunch. Castiel smiled softly, doing his best not to blush.
“Things are actually going really good. He’s smarter than he looks and he
hasn’t been a dick to me yet at least,” Castiel explained. Garth nodded.
“Well, that’s good,” Chuck added.
“I told you so,” Charlie butted in, gaining another eye roll from Castiel.
“Yeah, well we haven’t neared the end of the semester yet, we’re only a few
days into things,” Castiel said, taking a bite of his food.
“Well, at least things are going well so far,” Charlie said, returning to her
food.
“And no one’s bothered you yet,” Garth added and Castiel nodded.
“Yeah, I don’t know why. I’m kind of waiting for something huge to happen,
y’know,” Castiel told him.
“Maybe nothing will happen at all,” Chuck suggested with a shrug.
“Yeah, maybe they finally got over themselves and they’re gonna leave you alone
this year,” Charlie went on. Cas shrugged.
“I don’t know, that doesn’t seem like them,” Cas mused. Charlie just waved her
hand dismissively.
“Just don’t worry about it for now. If nothing’s happening, let it be,” she
told Cas, looking over at him. Cas hesitated, but nodded.
“Yeah, I guess that you’re right,” Castiel sighed, relenting. Maybe Charlie was
right, maybe they had outgrown the petty teasing and the tripping in the halls.
Maybe things really would be different this year. Maybe Cas was finally safe
and he could just be quiet and content this year.
After lunch things proved to be too good to be true because sure enough, a few
classes later when Cas was on his way to Chemistry, a foot came right out in
front of his own feet and he went toppling down, books from his backpack
spilling everywhere just to make things worse. Castiel glanced behind him to
find that it was none other than Alastair, another leader of the football team,
one of the guys who liked to orchestrate things like this. And of course there
were a few other alphas behind him practically looking predatory, at least to
Cas. “Still didn’t present over the summer, huh?” Alastair began as Cas began
to gather his things. Castiel turned his head, focusing on just his things,
getting them together, not on Alastair, he didn’t need to look at him, at that
stupid look on his face that Cas wanted to punch right off. Cas would, of
course, if he actually had the ability to outdo Alastair, but given the fact
that Alastair was another jock on the football team and had more muscle and
overall weight on Cas, it wasn’t happening anytime soon. “Or did you just
decide that you were a beta?” Alastair went on. Castiel could feel anger
bubbling in the pit of his stomach as he hurriedly stuffed his things into his
bag. “Or are you still waiting to please your family and finally come out as an
alpha?” Alastair inquired.
“Just shut up,” Castiel grumbled as he gave one last glance at them and began
to walk away.
“Well, let us know when the day comes, Cassie!” Alastair called out as Cas
hurried down the hall, heading towards Chemistry. Unluckily for him, the whole
encounter with Alastair had made him late so he slunk into class late, taking
his seat next to Dean. Dean glanced over at him, his gaze catching. Cas felt it
and hesitantly looked over at him.
“What?” he muttered.
“What happened? You don’t look good,” Dean mused quietly, trying not to get
caught in conversation by Mr. Devereaux. Cas just shook his head, dismissing
it.
“No, nothing, just, Alastair, he tripped me in the hallway on my way here,”
Castiel explained. Dean paused before speaking.
“That sucks, I’m sorry,” Dean said softly and Castiel shook his head once more.
“No, really, it’s nothing, it happens all the time, or at least it used to
happen last year,” Castiel went on. Dean frowned, turning away from Castiel.
Castiel glanced over at him before looking back down, rifling through his
backpack to find his things. The rest of the class went by quietly, almost
awkwardly until they had to review their notes and what they had gotten done so
far.
“Hey, so, um, I was wondering if you wanted to come over on Saturday to work on
the project,” Dean suggested and Castiel completely froze. Come over. As in go
over Dean’s house. Castiel blinked over at Dean.
“Like, over your house?” Cas clarified. Dean grinned a little, a slow,
intoxicating thing.
“That’s the idea,” Dean replied, and Castiel took a breath.
“Yeah, um, that, that works,” Castiel stuttered. Dean nodded.
“Good,” he began, tearing a piece of paper off of his notes and grabbing his
pen. “Here’s my phone number, text me and then I’ll text you the details,” Dean
said, sliding the paper over to Cas who took it and was about to protect it
with all of his being.
“Yeah, right,” Castiel said softly almost to himself as he looked over the
messy scrawl of Dean’s handwriting. The bell then rang, signaling the end of
class and Dean immediately began shoving his things back into his bag, Cas
doing the same. Dean was the first to straighten up, rising from his seat as he
looked down at Cas who was still gathering his things.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Dean bid as he began walking towards the door. Castiel
smiled softly giving an awkward little wave of his hand.
“You too,” Castiel said, watching Dean leave the room before he got up,
slinging his backpack over his shoulder. So he was going over Dean’s house. Not
like on a date or anything or not because they were friends, but because of a
project. That was it. Nothing else. Cas could handle that. Right?
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***** Surprising Friendships Are The Best Kind *****
Chapter Summary
     Castiel goes over Dean's house to work on the project and their
     friendship grows.
Chapter Notes
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It seemed like it was less than a day before Cas was standing at Dean’s door,
nervously fiddling with his hands. Dean lived in a nice house, nice
neighborhood. It was normal, really, just a normal house. Nothing to be afraid
of. At all.
Castiel took a deep breath and rapped his knuckles on the door. He shifted on
his feet, looking down as he waited until someone came to the door. The door
opened and a blonde woman smiled brightly when she saw him. “You must be Cas,”
she said, her tone kind. Castiel smiled back and nodded. “I’m Dean’s Mom,
Mary,” she told Cas, extending her hand. Castiel reached out and took it,
shaking hers before dropping his back down to his side. “Come in,” she
welcomed, opening the door wider and stepping to the side, letting Cas step
into the house. Castiel stepped inside, looking around and taking note of
everything. It was just as nice inside as it was outside. Family photos here
and there, nice furniture. You could tell that the house had taken some
beatings, that it wasn’t new, but it was in a nice way. It made things feel
like home.
“Hey, Cas,” Dean said, walking into the living room where Mary and Cas stood.
Cas smiled, trying his best not to blush.
“Hello, Dean,” Castiel replied.
“C’mon, my room’s this way,” Dean said, nodding his head towards the stairs
leading upstairs. Cas’ stomach did a little flip at the words. If only there
was a different meaning behind them.
“It was nice to meet you, Cas. If either of you boys need anything just call!”
Mary called up after them. Dean smiled, calling back over his shoulder,
“Thanks, Mom!” Dean led the way to his room that Cas entered cautiously as
though he didn’t want to misstep. Dean’s room was fairly messy, laundry thrown
haphazardly in a pile though lingering t-shirts and jeans were draped here and
there. There were posters on his walls, girls, football, family photos, nothing
out of the ordinary. A few knick knacks here and there on a desk with a little
lamp sitting on it. Castiel took it all in, even took in the smell of it. It
smelled nice. It smelled like Dean. “I hope that my Mom didn’t grill you with
any questions,” Dean began, grabbing his backpack and plopping down on his bed.
“She always gets excited with new friends,” Dean muttered. Castiel almost
choked. Friends. Him and Dean were-
“We’re friends?” Castiel asked, accidentally sounding slightly incredulous.
Dean blinked up at him then smiled softly.
“Well, I was under the impression,” Dean told Cas, whose brain caught up with
his mouth.
“Yeah, yeah, right,” Castiel said, nodding. There was a pause in the air before
Dean spoke.
“Well, we should probably get to work on this, it’s due Tuesday,” Dean said and
Castiel nodded. Glancing over at Dean, slowly walking over to his bed and
sitting down next to him. Dean scooched over, making enough room for him as he
pulled out his papers on the project.
The two worked on the project for a while, pretty much until Dean got fed up
with everything and tossed the papers aside with a sigh. “Well, I’m hungry. You
want something? There’s leftover pizza downstairs,” Dean told Castiel who shook
his head.
“No, I’m fine. Thank you for the offer though,” Castiel said, watching Dean
stand up.
“Well, I’m gonna go grab a slice, I’ll be back though,” Dean promised as he
opened his door and slipped out, leaving it open a crack. Castiel smiled
softly, looking back down at his papers. He was liking this so far, the way
Dean acted around him, even if things were a little awkward. That didn’t really
bother him. As long as he got to be with him, be with Dean. And maybe, now that
they were apparently friends, maybe Dean would open up to him, maybe they would
start sharing more about each other and then they would slowly fall for each
other and then, then maybe Dean would want to take things farther and him and
Cas would-
Castiel’s thoughts that were beginning to turn X-rated ceased when Dean
wandered back into the room, this time holding a slice of cold pizza. Castiel
watched him wander back over to the bed, sitting down next to Cas. “Well, I’ll
be glad when this project is over,” Dean sighed. “Even though there will likely
be many more even worse than this one.”
“Well, this one wasn’t too bad,” Castiel said, watching Dean bring his legs up
onto the bed, sitting cross legged.
“Yeah, well, you’re like a super genius,” Dean argued and Castiel snorted.
“I’m not that smart Dean. You’re smart too, y’know,” Castiel said, looking over
at Dean who scoffed, mouth full of pizza.
“Try telling my parents that,” Dean grumbled. “My Dad’s always ragging on me
about my grades. Doesn’t help that Sam is like the World’s biggest
overachiever,” Dean sighed.
“Sam’s your brother, right?” Castiel inquired, having heard that Dean had a
little brother. Sure enough, Dean nodded.
“Yeah. He’s thirteen and he’s already the smartest one in his class,” Dean told
Cas. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of him and all but sometimes it gets old
when he comes home with some good news from school and I don’t have anything to
show my parents,” Dean explained. “You’re parents must be elated with the
grades that you bring back home,” Dean said with a nod. Castiel grinned a bit,
shaking his head.
“Well, you’d be surprised how they act. They always want more from me, always
expect me to be something better. My Mother tries, but my Dad sometimes sounds
like he just wants more and nothing else. Especially with the whole presenting
thing,” Castiel told Dean, then immediately regretted his words. He shouldn’t
have talked about presenting, he shouldn’t have brought it up. Now things were
just going to be awkward. But, to his surprise, Dean just shrugged.
“Let me guess, they want you to present as an alpha,” Dean began. Castiel
sighed and nodded.
“I have a huge family and I don’t know if there’s even an omega in it, it’s all
alphas with the exception of a few betas. If I present as an omega they’ll kill
me,” Castiel went on, feeling a little more open now that Dean was welcoming
him to talk.
“Well, being an omega isn’t that bad. I mean, filling the role and trying to
handle the stigma that comes with it is bad but I don’t think that omegas
should be looked down upon,” Dean explained to Castiel who smiled softly. At
least Dean had his head on straight.
“Well, it’s refreshing to hear that from you,” Castiel said, looking over at
Dean who was finishing up his pizza.
“What, you thought that I hated omegas just because I’m on the football team?”
Dean questioned. Castiel shrugged, looking down and away.
“No, it’s just, judging by your friends reactions to other kids at school who
are omegas and then me, y’know, it’s just a little unexpected is all,” Castiel
said softly. Dean paused before speaking.
“The rest of the football team, Alastair and those guys, they tease you a lot,
don’t they?” Dean inquired, his tone cautious. Castiel shrugged, nodding.
“Yeah, they do. It’s nothing I can’t handle though, I’ve been dealing with it
for awhile,” Castiel told Dean who frowned.
“Hey, if they keep, y’know, picking on you, just talk to me. I’ll talk to
them,” Dean said. Castiel straightened up, tilting his head.
“You’d do that?” Castiel questioned, sounding a little surprised. Dean smiled
softly and nodded.
“I hate when those guys pick on people. Sammy gets bullied at school and I wish
that I could do something about it, but I can only do so much, y’know. I hate
people who pick on others, so I try to do what I can to get the guys on the
football team to shut up. I can’t control them though,” Dean explained.
“Then why bother talking to them?” Castiel inquired.
“Well, I can at least try to get through to them,” Dean said with a shrug.
Castiel smiled softly, looking down.
“Well, it’s nice to know that you aren’t a dick,” Castiel teased, causing Dean
to snort.
“Thanks, Cas, I’m glad that you think so,” Dean replied. There was a pause, a
silence between them that wasn’t all that awkward, just kinda comfortable. It
didn’t bother Dean nor Cas. It was kinda nice in all reality.
“We should probably get a little more work done on that project, we could
probably finish it tonight if you really wanted,” Castiel began, and Dean let
out a breath of air.
“Well, if it means that this will be done and over with I say that we do it,”
Dean said, smiling over at Cas who couldn’t help but smile right back.
“Good.”
                                      ---
An hour or so later Dean and Cas were finally done with the project, Dean
letting out a sigh of relief when they were. “Finally,” Dean breathed out,
looking between his papers and Cas’. Castiel smiled, huffing a breath of
laughter.
“Yeah, I agree,” Castiel said, shuffling to get his papers together.
“I hope that not all of our projects are gonna be like this,” Dean mused.
“Yeah, this is only our first one.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Dean sighed, causing Castiel to laugh a little. “Well,
I’m just glad that I got you as a partner. At least you know what you’re
doing,” Dean said with a grin and Castiel couldn’t help the blush that rose to
his cheeks as he ducked his head a bit.
“I’m glad that you’re my partner too, Dean,” Castiel said quietly, fiddling
with his hands. Dean was about to speak but then a knock on the door came.
“Come in,” Dean called out, and the door opened, Dean’s Mother popping her head
in.
“I just wanted to see if Cas wanted to say for dinner. You’re really welcome
to, Cas,” Mary welcomed, and Castiel smiled but shook his head.
“No, thank you for the offer, Mrs. Winchester but my parents will want me home
soon,” Castiel said.
“That’s fine, maybe next time,” she said with a smile, closing the door. Dean
sighed once he heard her footsteps fade.
“Like I said, she gets excited with new friends,” Dean told Castiel who laughed
a little.
“It’s fine, really,” Castiel said, gathering his papers. “I should really go
though, my parents will throw a fit if I’m late for dinner,” Castiel sighed as
he put his things back into his bag. Dean stood up, stretching, Castiel
pretending that he didn’t stare at the little patch of Dean’s tummy that peaked
out when Dean’s shirt rose up over the line of his jeans. Castiel stood and
slung his backpack over his shoulder. “Thanks for having me over and
everything,” Castiel said as Dean led him out of his room and down the stairs.
“It’s no problem, seriously,” Dean insisted as Castiel opened the front door,
taking the first few steps out of Dean’s house.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you on Monday,” Castiel said with a shy little smile,
looking up at Dean.
“Yeah, see you then,” Dean said, giving Cas one last smile before closing the
door. Castiel simply paused, smiling to himself as he headed towards his car.
He knew that it wasn’t much, but he felt like he had just accomplished a
massive feat.
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***** Bonding Over Books *****
Chapter Summary
     Cas and Dean do a little bonding over books, their friendship growing
     much to Cas' surprise and his great approval.
Chapter Notes
     Alright, we're moving along slowly here folks but nonetheless we are
     MOVING which is good. I hope that you guys like this chapter, it's
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On Monday, Castiel slid into his seat at lunch with a soft smile on his face,
one that caught Charlie’s attention. “What are you so happy about?” Charlie
inquired. Castiel shook his head.
“No, nothing, it’s just Dean is actually being nice to me, I went over his
house this weekend,” Castiel explained.
“Well, that’s good,” Chuck said and Charlie nodded.
“I’m still a little skeptical on this whole thing,” Garth said, squinting.
“Why?” Charlie questioned.
“Well, he’s the most popular guy in school or one of them at least, I just
wouldn’t expect him to be so nice,” Garth told them and Castiel shrugged.
“Well, maybe he’s a dick to me behind my back,” Cas said, earning a nudge from
Charlie.
“I’m sure that he’s just being a nice guy,” Charlie reassured them all.
“I hope so, I have to deal with him the rest of the semester,” Castiel sighed.
“How's your project coming along, Chuck?” Castiel inquired. Chuck shrugged.
“It's coming along. Meg asked about you,” Chuck told Cas who fought the urge to
groan.
“What’d you tell her?” Castiel questioned.
“I just told her that you were fine. And single,” Chuck added with a twinkle in
his eye.
“Chuck,” Castiel groaned.
“Well, she's gonna find out one way or another,” Chuck said.
“You should give her a second chance, Cas. It sounds like she still likes you,”
Charlie suggested. Castiel sighed, picking at his food.
“Yeah, whatever,” Castiel mumbled.
“So, should I tell her that you're very interested?” Chuck teased. Castiel
pointed a finger at him.
“Chuck, don't you dare. I swear to God, I will kill you,” Castiel threatened,
earning a chuckle from Chuck who raised his hands in mock surrender.
“Yeah, yeah, alright, I got it,” Chuck told Castiel who relaxed in his seat.
“Speaking of relationships, what's the status between you and Jo?” Garth
questioned Charlie who rolled her eyes.
“There is no status to begin with. She barely looks my way,” Charlie told them,
Garth raising an eyebrow in response.
“I've seen her look your way multiple times,” Garth told her. Castiel nodded.
“Yeah, I think she might feel differently than you think she feels,” Castiel
told her.
“Have you tried talking to her?” Chuck questioned and Charlie shook her head.
“Your locker is like right next to hers,” Garth stated and Charlie ducked her
head. “Don't tell me that you, Charlie Bradbury, are shy,” Garth said with a
little grin. Charlie blushed.
“So what? I'm entitled to being shy,” Charlie grumbled.
“Just try talking to her sometime,” Castiel suggested.
“I can't just talk to her, Cas, I'm awkward, I’ll probably end up saying the
exact wrong thing,” Charlie informed him.
“Or you could say the exact right thing and you guys could hit it off,” Chuck
said.
“Exactly. Just try talking to her sometime,” Garth said. Charlie sighed.
“Yeah, whatever,” she relented.
“Well, tell us how it went when you do talk to her,” Castiel said, earning a
look from Charlie.
“I will.”
                                      ---
Castiel managed to make it through the rest of the day unharmed, awaiting
Dean's presence patiently during Chemistry. When he got there Castiel had to
hide a smile. “Hey,” Dean greeted as he sat next to Castiel, dropping his
things. Castiel let a small smile creep onto his face.
“Hey,” Castiel replied.
“Oh, hey, you forgot this at my house,” Dean said, pulling a book out of his
backpack and handing it to Castiel. It was Cas’ copy of ‘Catcher in The Rye’
his favorite book, one that was worn from the fact that he carried it with him
nearly everywhere he went.
“Oh, thank you, I was looking for that,” Castiel said, taking the book from
Dean's hands.
“For English or just personal reading?” Dean inquired, watching Cas put the
book back in his bag, taking out his Chemistry work.
“Just personal reading. It's my favorite book, I carry it almost everywhere,”
Castiel explained, hoping that Dean wasn't about to judge him. But instead Dean
just smiled, looking over at him.
“That's weird, it's my favorite book too,” Dean told Cas who couldn't help but
grin.
“Really?” Castiel questioned and Dean nodded.
“I know I probably don't look like it but I like to read when I have the time,”
Dean explained.
“What do you like to read?” Castiel questioned.
“A lot of sci-fi, I like Vonnegut, he's one of my favorites. You sound like you
do a lot of reading too,” Dean ventured earning an eager nod from Castiel.
“I read all the time. I don't have too many hobbies and I don't play any sports
so reading takes up a lot of my time,” Castiel told Dean who nodded.
“What do you like to read?” Dean inquired.
“I’ll read anything really but I like fantasy and I like the classics too.
That's one of the reasons that English is probably my favorite subject,”
Castiel told Dean.
“Yeah, English is probably my strongest subject. I suck at Math and I'm not too
fond of Chemistry. I can stand History though,” Dean explained.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Castiel told Dean. Dean was about to speak but it
was then that Mr. Devereaux interrupted them, calming the class down so they
could start. Castiel and Dean both settled into their seats, Castiel with a
small smile on his face. It was nice to know that him and Dean had at least
something in common.
                                      ---
Instead of their usual parting of ways when class was over, Dean actually
followed Cas to his locker, the two discussing books the whole way. Castiel
learned which books Dean hated, which ones he loved, and they even had a few
friendly arguments over certain ones. In the end though, Cas ended up at his
locker with Dean by his side. “Well, I should probably go, I have football
practice tonight,” Dean informed Castiel who nodded.
“Thanks for giving me my book back,” Castiel thanked Dean, looking down at his
feet with a shy smile. Dean waved his hand dismissively.
“It's nothing. Thanks for holding that conversation with me, I hope that I
didn't bore you or anything,” Dean said and Castiel shook his head.
“No, you didn't bore me. You're fun to talk to,” Castiel said softly, glancing
up to catch Dean's reaction. Dean just smiled a smile that made Cas’ heart
jump.
“Yeah, you are too, Cas,” Dean told him and Cas just wanted to melt then and
there. “I’ll see you later,” Dean said after a pause and Castiel smiled, most
likely blushing as he looked down.
“You too,” Castiel said softly, glancing up to watch Dean walk away. He fought
the urge to grin like an idiot as he turned to his locker, taking out the books
he needed to put back in his backpack. So far, he was real fucking glad that he
got paired Dean as a partner.
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***** Surprise, Bitch *****
Chapter Summary
     Castiel finally presents, but the result doesn't please Cas...
Chapter Notes
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The next few days went by and Dean continued to prove that he really wasn't a
dick and he really was interested in Cas as a person. Castiel had to admit that
he was surprised, but he wasn't about to complain, not when it was now a habit
that Dean walked Cas to his locker. And apparently Dean had been serious when
he had said that he would talk to the guys on the football team because no one
had bothered Cas, no one had tripped him in the halls. Soon, it wasn’t just
days that were passing, it was weeks and Castiel and Dean were growing closer.
Cas was beginning to relax around Dean, he wasn’t so scared of Dean’s reactions
to things or how Dean would treat him. Castiel went over his house a few more
times, got to know his family, finally met Sam. Things were going well, really
well actually, and Cas couldn’t have been happier. But then a little disruption
presented itself.
Castiel woke up one morning as per usual, but something was… off. Castiel
wasn’t just waking up because of his alarm, his alarm hadn’t even gone off yet.
He was waking up because he was hot. Hot and really uncomfortable.
He huffed a breath, tossing his sheets aside. It was Fall, the nights and early
mornings were chilly, why was he hot? He couldn’t explain it, but he felt
different, he was practically sweating and he felt like his skin didn’t fit
him. He shifted around trying to get comfortable, but he couldn’t. He was just
so damned hot. And as he was shifting, he felt something on his thigh,
something… something that was wet. He furrowed his brow and reached down past
the line of his pants, swiping his fingers across it. He brought it up to
inspect it in the dim morning light of his bedroom. It was clear, it didn’t
smell like anything. And then his sleep hazed brain caught up with him. Slick.
It was slick. He blinked, his eyes widening at the realization. He was
presenting, he was finally presenting and he was presenting as an omega. And he
was in heat. “Shit,” Castiel hissed under his breath. What was he going to do
now? He was dead, his parents were going to kill him. And omega in the family?
No, no way, that wasn’t going to go over well. He reached over and grabbed his
phone. It was about forty five minutes before his actual alarm for school went
off, his parents likely weren’t up yet. Maybe if he snuck downstairs, got out
of the house before they noticed. He could go to the store and get some heat
suppressants, they would kick in soon enough, right? No, there was no way that
they would kick in that quickly if Cas was already in heat.
Castiel scrambled out of bed, hurriedly throwing on some clothes, not caring
what clothes they were, just needing to get out of the house. He knew that his
parents would find out eventually, but he didn’t want them to know, not yet,
not when he had barely accepted the fact that he was an omega, that he was in
heat. Should he skip school? Should he just nix it altogether? How would
everyone else act if he went to school like this? He knew that most kids at
school that were omegas were on heat suppressants just because they didn’t want
to rile up the alphas, but there were rumored to be a few that didn’t take the
suppressants for whatever reason, whether it be against their principal or they
just couldn’t afford them, either way. So maybe, Cas didn’t have to skip
school. He just had to go out, get the suppressants, start on them and get
through the day. When he came home at night he would just have to deal with his
parents. He could do that, right? He could manage.
Castiel rushed downstairs, grabbing a granola bar and his keys and his wallet,
backpack too before scrawling some bullshit note on why he had to leave early
so that his parents didn’t freak out. He closed the door as quietly as possible
and headed towards his car. He got in, putting the keys in the ignition and
heading out towards the nearest open convenience store.
Castiel managed to get to a store that was open and he managed to get the
suppressants with no trouble. He immediately took the first pill in his car,
praying that it would kick in soon enough. He had some time to kill so he
simply drove around for a bit, taking some deep breaths and taking in the
statement that no, he wasn’t a beta, no, he wasn’t an alpha, he was an omega.
There was no changing that. He just had to accept that, and in due time, his
parents would too, right? They had to.
Castiel sighed, his nerves racing as he eventually pulled into the school
parking lot. He still felt awful, he was hot and his heart was beating faster
than usual and he was horny as Hell, and all of those things combined did not
paint a pretty picture.
Castiel swallowed thickly as he got out of his car, locking it and heading
towards the building. He got in with no trouble, walked the halls with a few
people notably sniffing the air or pausing as he walked past. Cas just kept his
head down the whole time, getting to all of his classes on time and trying to
stay out of everybody’s way. When he got to lunch, Charlie immediately knew
that something was up since after all, she was an alpha. She looked over at Cas
curiously, and Castiel looked back at her nervously. “Cas, did you, are you…?”
she began, unsure of how to word her question. Chuck and Garth who were both
betas sensed nothing, but Cas soon told them what exactly had happened. He let
out a breath of air before speaking.
“I presented, and I presented as an omega and yes, I’m in heat,” Castiel said,
his words all a rush, falling from his lips in one quick stream.
“Well, at least you finally presented,” Garth said after a long pause.
“Yeah, but an omega? Do you know how much my parents are going to hate me for
this?” Castiel questioned.
“Cas, just calm down, they won’t hate you,” Charlie soothed, and Castiel huffed
a breath of laughter.
“You don’t know my parents. You should hear their views on omegas, how omegas
are just for breeding, how that’s their only purpose,” Castiel said, feeling
his emotions swirling inside of him. He had heard that that was another part of
heat, that you got emotional during it. God forbid if he started fucking crying
over this whole thing.
“Just try to stay calm,” Charlie went on.
“How am I supposed to stay calm?” Cas snapped before dropping his head into his
hands and rubbing his temples. “I’m screwed, I’m so fucking screwed,” Castiel
muttered to himself.
“Cas, you’re gonna be alright. Just get through today, worry about everything
else later,” Charlie told him, her voice calm. Castiel sighed, nodding.
“You’re right, I just have to get through today, just get through today,”
Castiel sighed, pushing aside the thought of what the family dinner would be
like that night. Maybe Charlie was right, maybe things would be okay.
                                      ---
Dean smelled it before Cas even came into the room. Fresh cut grass, flowers,
crisp water. Just, fresh things, nice things. Dean sniffed the air, wondering
if someone in class was in heat. For all he knew, every omega that was in the
class was on suppressants, did one of them go off of theirs? Dean was in the
midst of looking around the class, trying to find the source of the smell when
it got even worse. Fuck, where was that smell coming from? And then Cas walked
in the door and Dean knew the second that he saw him that it was Cas, it was
Cas who smelled like every wonderful thing that Dean had ever smelled, like
fresh baked pie, his Mom’s. Like clean laundry and an Ocean breeze. Dean kept
his eyes trained on Cas as Cas walked in with his head down, practically
slinking into class. He slid into his seat next to Dean and Dean tried his best
not to just fucking jump Cas then and there. It was even worse when Cas looked
up at him. His hair was ruffled and his eyes were wide, his cheeks pink, lips
full and parted. He was a fucking vision and Dean wanted nothing more than to
slam him up against a wall and- “I finally presented. I’m an omega,” Castiel
informed Dean as though Dean didn’t already know. “I’m, I’m in heat,” Castiel
went on, blushing as he avoided Dean’s gaze. Dean just blinked. What was he
supposed to say to that? He wasn’t even fully sure that he could talk his mouth
had gone dry and his throat had closed up and Christ, when did it get so hot in
there?
Dean couldn’t deny that he liked Cas, liked him a little more than usual
friends do. He had been skeptical at first since he had heard about him, the
unpresented nerd who didn’t have almost any friends. But he got to know him,
and he got to like him. He was funny, witty, smart. He was a nice kid, how
could Dean not like him? It definitely helped that he was attractive with those
full pink lips and those chiseled cheekbones, that dark hair that Dean wanted
to run his fingers through. And now that Cas was in heat, boy did that make
things a thousand times worse. “I’m, um, sorry that you have to deal with me, I
bought some heat suppressants that will hopefully kick in soon, but I totally
get it if you want to be paired with someone else as a partner or-”
“No!” Dean said a little too enthusiastically, causing Cas to startle a little.
Dean cleared his throat, shaking his head. “No, no, Cas, you don’t have to
apologize, I don’t mind, I’m not gonna think of you any differently or
anything. It doesn’t mean anything to me, you’re still my friend,” Dean
explained softly. Castiel smiled softly, still avoiding his gaze.
“You’re not making a good case for yourself if you’re friends with the biggest
nerd and now omega in the school,” Castiel said, glancing up at Dean from
underneath his lashes, a look that would be so much better if Cas had Dean’s
cock in his mouth. Dean swallowed at the thought, trying to bring his focus
back to the original conversation. He grinned, shaking his head.
“I couldn’t care less.”
                                      ---
Both Dean and Castiel managed to make it through the rest of the class without
actively grabbing each other and making out right in the middle of the
classroom. Dean even walked Cas back to his locker as though nothing had
changed between them. Cas didn’t notice, but every alpha who even looked Cas’
way, Dean shot a glare. When Castiel finally got to his locker, safe and
unharmed, he looked shyly down at his feet, smiling. “Thank you for, I don’t
know, everything. You’ve been really nice to me and I appreciate it,” Castiel
said quietly, looking up at Dean through his lashes once more, a look that was
definitely going to give Dean a boner if he wasn’t careful.
“Seriously, Cas, you don’t have to thank me. Just stay safe, text me later,
alright?” Dean said, and Castiel nodded.
“I will,” he said, and Dean nodded.
“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Dean bid as he began to walk away. Castiel gave
a small little wave of his hand.
“You too,” he said, watching Dean walk away and down the hall. Once he was out
of sight, Castiel let out a great sigh. It had taken all of his willpower to
not rip Dean’s clothes off right in the middle of the classroom. He was just
hoping that those suppressants would kick in soon, he wasn’t sure if he was
going to last any longer like this.
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***** There A Reason It's Called 'Heat' *****
Chapter Summary
     It's a big enough problem in itself for Cas to try and deal with the
     urges that come with his heat, but the even bigger problem is when he
     has to tell his parents about it...
Chapter Notes
     Aaaahhh, I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in awhile (or maybe it
     hasn't been as long as I thought?) I kept forgetting to post and
     eventually I remembered however, so now I'm here to bring you another
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Castiel got home to an empty house, luckily enough for him, and indulged in it
by immediately stripping himself of all his clothes before walking up to his
room, throwing them into a heap of laundry and tossing his backpack aside.
There was obviously a reason why it was called heat because Cas felt like he
had been burning up all day. He flopped down on his bed, limbs spread out as he
just laid there and breathed. He thought about just how exactly he was going to
tell his parents that he had finally presented as an omega. Both his Mother and
Father were alphas so they would likely smell him the second that they got in
the house. Maybe he should just be straightforward, just not even bother with
excuses. There weren’t many excuses to be made in the first place.
Castiel sighed, shifting where he laid. He began to think over his day, over
how things went when he told Charlie and Chuck and Garth and Dean. Dean. Fuck,
Dean. Dean was an alpha, he would be perfect for Cas. He obviously smelt Cas,
he could smell his heat. What was he thinking? Was he thinking what Cas was
thinking? Because Cas was definitely thinking about what Dean’s knot would feel
tied up inside him, what it would feel like to have Dean’s cock pounding into
him, Dean’s hands all over his body, his breath ghosting his neck, teeth
closing around the skin there, claiming him, letting everyone else know that
they could fuck off because Castiel belonged to Dean and Dean belonged to Cas.
Castiel groaned at the thought as he felt something drip down his thigh. Slick,
more slick.
Castiel adjusted himself, sitting up and then sitting back on his heels. He
brought a tentative hand back and spread his cheeks, brushing a finger over his
hole. It was about ten times more sensitive than usual. He bit his lip as he
slowly slid one finger in with a pleased little sigh. He pumped that finger in
and out, getting used to the stretch of it before he slid in a second finger,
scissoring himself open, stretching himself even more and relishing in the
feeling of it. He simply fucked those two fingers in and out before he began
crooking his fingers, searching for his prostate. When he found it, he let
loose a moan, massaging over it and feeling a trickle of precome leak out of
the head of his fully hardened cock.
He huffed a breath, trying to find a better angle as he paused, leaning
forwards and letting his cheek rest against the mattress, his ass in the air.
He sighed happily at the position, imagining that it was Dean behind him, Dean
opening him up, getting Cas ready to take his knot. Castiel moaned at just the
imagery of it and slid a third finger into the mix, praying that maybe once he
orgasmed, his heat would subside for a moment.
He worked those three fingers in and out of himself as he let his hips move
with them in needy, greedy little motions as he shoved himself back on them. He
was letting out little whines and whimpers by now, little pants of, ‘So so
good’ and, ‘Fuck, oh God’. He could feel himself starting to get close, and he
was debating whether or not he wanted to touch his cock, wrap a hand around
himself and jack himself off, but he came to the conclusion that he wanted to
come on his fingers, to come untouched just like he would if Dean was behind
him, fucking into him hard and fast at just the right angle so that Cas would
be screaming his name, coming on just his knot alone. Castiel whimpered at the
thought, his hips working faster now, his fingers going at a fevered pace. He
needed it, he needed Dean, he needed a knot, he needed something inside of him,
something thick, something lasting, he needed it, needed it so so bad. Castiel
let out a dirty, low moan, the heat that was running through him beginning to
pulsate. He was so close, he just needed a few more thrusts of his fingers,
needed to hit just the right spot. He let out a hitched breath, waiting, just
thinking of what it would feel like to have someone knot him. And it was only
seconds later that he was coming with a groan, shooting all over the sheets as
his fingers slowed inside of him.
Castiel paused, breathing heavily as he just let his fingers rest inside of him
for a moment just like a knot would if someone had fucked him. Reluctantly,
however, he pulled them out, sitting back on his heels before collapsing
backwards with a sigh. He had been right that the orgasm would stave off the
effects of his heat, but only for so long. Still, he basked in what reprieve it
offered, once more praying that the suppressants would kick in soon.
                                      ---
Castiel took a shower afterwards, pretending as though maybe he could wash his
own scent away if he scrubbed hard enough. Sadly, he knew that it would do
nothing other than maybe make him feel a bit better. He got into his pajamas
and stayed in his room, working on his homework until he heard the door
downstairs open. He froze, hoping that if he stayed in his room maybe no one
would bother him and he could wait until dinner to deal with the issue.
Unfortunately, however, minutes later there was a knock on his door. Castiel
took a breath before he spoke. “Come in,” he said, watching his Mother’s head
pop into view as she opened the door, a curious look on her face.
“Cas, did you, did you finally present?” she inquired cautiously. Castiel took
another breath and nodded.
“I’m, I’m an omega. I’m in heat,” Castiel told her, and her face turned grim.
“An omega,” she said, tasting the words. Castiel bit his lip.
“I’m sorry,” Castiel said, knowing that he shouldn’t have to apologize for his
natural biology, but still, that made no difference to him. His Mother sighed,
looking down.
“We’ll talk with your Father about this at dinner,” was all she said before she
was closing the door and her footsteps were fading down the hallway. Castiel
sighed, his stomach twisting. At least she hadn’t reacted worse than that.
                                      ---
Dinner was just about as tense as it could get. Castiel knew that his Mother
had told his Father just by the way his jaw was clenched and his eyes were set
downwards. Castiel barely ate, just picked at his meal, occasionally taking a
small bite of something. Everything had been silent until finally his Mother
sighed and spoke. “Well, I think that we should tackle the issue at hand,” she
began, looking between Castiel and his Father. His Father sighed, nodding.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he sighed, and Castiel practically shrunk in his seat.
“An omega, and omega in the family,” he began, and Castiel looked down,
focusing on his food. “Castiel, you know that our family is nearly all alphas,
a few betas as the exception,” he went on. “You also know how your Mother and I
feel about omegas,” he said. Castiel held his breath. “We know that you can’t
help it, but we were expecting more from you,” he stated, and Castiel’s heart
sank in his chest. It was never enough, was it, nothing he did was enough for
his family. “Your Mother and I discussed this before dinner. We want you to
take care of yourself. We want you on suppressants but we aren’t buying them
for you, that money is coming from your own bank account. You’re responsible
for yourself now, Castiel.”
“You’re not, you’re not kicking me out, are you?” Castiel inquired, looking up.
Castiel’s Dad sighed, shaking his head.
“No, you’re still our son, you’re staying with us until you can find a mate and
finish high school. We don’t know what you’ll do for a living, like I said, you
know that your Mother and I don’t believe in omegas holding their own and
graduating college, making careers, but still, it’s your life,” he finished.
Castiel nodded, looking back down at his food.
“I’m sorry,” Castiel said, his voice quiet, submissive. Both his Mother and
Father sighed.
“It’s alright, Castiel,” his Mother said, looking over at him with a sad smile.
Castiel offered a weak smile back, feeling like he had just been kicked in the
stomach.
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***** In His Defense *****
Chapter Summary
     Though Dean and Cas aren't mated, Dean does prove to show some
     possessiveness over him; especially because he's in heat.
Chapter Notes
     Okay, I know that this chapter is really short and I know that I
     haven't updated in like forever so I do have to apologize for that!!
     Hopefully all you guys can forgive me, we're only two chapters away
     from the end anyways!!
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The next day Castiel went to school, slinking back in the building. His heat
was beginning to subside thanks to the pills, but he still smelt wonderful to
all the alphas in the building. Including Dean. When he went to lunch he told
Garth and Chuck and Charlie what his parent’s reactions had been and he had
gained sympathy from all of them, even a hug from Charlie. He then went on to
the rest of his classes, finishing the day off with Chemistry, sliding into his
seat next to Dean. Dean could tell the minute Cas walked in that something was
up. Not only did he look bad but he smelled different. “What’s wrong?” Dean
inquired as Castiel fished in his bag for his books and his papers.
“What makes you think something’s wrong?” Castiel mumbled, glancing over at
Dean.
“You’re… different,” Dean said simply, studying Cas’ actions intently. Castiel
sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair.
“It’s just, I told my parents, they found out that I’m an omega and they don’t
support me at all, they’re practically disappointed in me, fuck, they are
disappointed in me. They said that I was responsible for myself now and that I
have to buy my own suppressants and everything,” Castiel went on, and Dean took
it in, immediately getting the urge to punch Cas’ parents in the face.
“Fuck, Cas, I’m so sorry,” Dean said, knowing that there was nearly nothing he
could say that would make things better. Castiel shook his head.
“No, it’s fine,” Castiel dismissed him, but Dean shook his head.
“No, Cas, it’s not fine. You don’t deserve to be treated like that, you deserve
so much more. Just because you’re an omega, that doesn’t mean anything, that
doesn’t make you any less of a person. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re kind,
you’re more than just an omega,” Dean said, voice completely sincere. Castiel
looked over at Dean, finding kind green eyes staring back at him. Castiel and
Dean simply looked at each other for a moment, Castiel’s eyes roaming Dean’s
face. Castiel couldn’t help but smile a little at the words.
“Thank you, Dean. That means a lot to me,” Castiel said softly. A little smile
tugged at Dean’s lips.
“No problem. It’s true,” Dean said. Another staring contest was held between
the two before Castiel cleared his throat and looked back down at his work,
waiting for Mr. Devereaux to start the class.
                                      ---
Another project was assigned during class so Dean invited Cas over once more so
they could work on it. Dean walked Cas to his locker as always and by the time
they reached Cas’ locker Cas was feeling a bit better than he was in the
morning. “Hey, don’t get down on yourself, alright? And text me later,” Dean
said as Cas undid the combination on his locker. Castiel smiled softly and
nodded. Dean smiled. “Good. I’ll see you later,” Dean bid before he began
walking away.
“Bye, Dean,” Castiel said, watching him walk down the hall before he went back
to getting his things into his backpack. Everything was going fine and Castiel
was just about to think over Dean’s words and think that maybe he was right and
maybe he really was deserving and kind. But then he felt a presence behind him
and he froze.
“Heard that you presented. Fucking finally,” Alastair sighed, right behind
Castiel. Castiel took a breath and turned to face him. “And you presented as an
omega. That is like the cherry on top, isn’t it? Practically everyone in the
school can smell you, you stink,” he informed Castiel who clenched his jaw.
Castiel held his breath as Alastair stepped closer, opening his mouth to speak
when a different voice presented itself.
“Hey, Alastair, back off,” Dean said as he began walking towards Castiel and
Alastair. Alastair huffed a breath of laughter.
“What, you’re gonna defend him? C’mon Dean, don’t tell me that you actually
like Cas. He’s the biggest fucking loser in the school,” Alastair told Dean who
shook his head.
“He’s not a loser and I told you to back off,” Dean repeated himself.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Alastair asked with a smug grin on his face.
“I’ll take care of you myself,” Dean grit out. Alastair huffed another breath
of laughter, stepping clear into Dean’s personal space.
“Is that a promise, Winchester?”
Dean reached out a hand, grabbing the collar of Alastair’s shirt and tugging
him forwards. “I can promise you that if you lay a single hand on him, you’re
fucking dead, got it?” Dean snarled. Alastair blinked, the smile fading from
his face. He pushed Dean away, taking a few steps back.
“Alright, Christ, lay off, Dean,” Alastair grumbled.
“You lay off first,” Dean told him.
“Yeah, whatever,” Alastair mumbled, shooting Dean a glare before walking off.
Castiel just blinked, gaping over at Dean whose face was a little flushed, his
eyes fractionally wider. Dean sighed, glancing at Cas before glancing at the
floor.
“Dean, you didn’t have to do that,” Castiel said, and Dean shook his head.
“No, no, I wanted to. Like I said, you don’t deserve, y’know, those assholes
being mean to you like that,” Dean informed Castiel who couldn’t help but smile
softly as he looked downwards.
“Well, um, thank you for doing that. I really appreciate it,” Castiel thanked
Dean.
“Seriously, it was nothing,” Dean reassured Castiel. There was a silence
between the two before Dean finally spoke. “Well, I, uh, better go,” Dean said
and Castiel nodded.
“Yeah, I, um, have to get back home too,” Castiel said.
“I’ll see you later,” Dean said, shooting Castiel an awkward smile before
turning to walk away.
“Yeah, you too,” Castiel said softly, feeling something warm sprouting in his
stomach, for what reason he didn’t really know.
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***** Dean Spills The Beans *****
Chapter Summary
     Drunk at a party, Dean finally confesses his feelings towards Cas.
     Cas, however, doubts the legitimacy of them since after all Dean was
     blind drunk. It'll take some coaxing from Dean to convince him that
     what was said was real.
Chapter Notes
     Alright, so, this is the second to last chapter, the next chapter
     will kind of be an epilogue since things have kind of been solidified
     here but they get even m o r e solidified next chapter if you catch
     my drift ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ANYWAYS I hope that you guys like this chapter,
     it's been a long time coming but FINALLY. So, read away!!
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The weeks went by and Castiel got more and more used to the idea of being an
omega. He didn’t tell his parents, but he completely disagreed with them on
what an omega should do or should look like. Castiel knew that he was going to
go on to go to college, that he was going to go on to have a career, he wasn’t
just made for breeding. No, he had other plans. He started to hold his head
higher as the days passed and as Dean grew closer to him. Dean defended him at
every chance he got and he was always good to Cas. Cas came out of his shell
around Dean and things started to look up for Cas. Castiel even agreed to go to
a party with Dean. It did take a fair amount of pleading on Dean’s part but
still, Cas agreed and that brought him to where he was now, in the middle of a
party that was taking place at Cas’ couin Gabriel’s house. Castiel pretty much
stayed by Dean’s side the whole time, but at one point Meg found Cas and pulled
him aside, much to Cas’ distaste. And apparently Meg had kept Castiel for a
while because when Dean got back to find Cas he was completely and utterly
blind drunk. He plopped down on the couch next to Cas with a blissed out grin
on his face. “You’re really drunk, aren’t you?” Castiel asked, amusement in his
tone. Dean grinned, nodding.
“Pretty much,” he replied, his words slurred just the slightest. He handed his
drink out to Cas, but Castiel shook his head.
“I’m good,” Castiel told him and Dean shrugged, taking a sip from the drink
himself. Castiel watched, eyeing his lips before turning his head.
“I saw that,” Dean said, and Castiel turned his head back to Dean, furrowing
his eyebrows.
“Saw what?” Castiel inquired. Dean waggled his eyebrows.
“You know what,” he said, and Castiel tilted his head. “Aw, no, don’t give me
that head tilt,” Dean said and Castiel raised his eyebrow. “You were staring at
my lips,” Dean said. Castiel blushed, blinking before shaking his head.
“No, no, I wasn’t,” Castiel argued.
“Mmm, yes you were. You don’t have to pretend Cas, I see you stare at me all
the time,” Dean informed Castiel who turned even redder.
“I don’t stare at you,” Cas stated. Dean smirked.
“Would it make you feel better if I said that I stare at you too?” Dean
inquired. Castiel blinked, parting his lips. “Want me to let you in on a little
secret?” Dean questioned, still smirking. Castiel blinked again but ultimately
nodded.
“I guess,” Castiel said, and Dean motioned him closer and closer and closer
until Dean’s breath was tickling Cas’ ear, sending shivers down Cas’ spine.
“I think that you’re really cute,” Dean whispered right into Cas’ ear. Castiel
choked, pulling away from Dean.
“You what?” Castiel questioned.
“I think that you’re really cute,” Dean said, his voice now loud enough for
others to hear.
“Christ, Dean, keep your voice down,” Castiel said, looking around them.
“And I can’t believe that you finally presented as an omega. God, you were so
fucking sexy when you were in heat,” Dean went on. Castiel could feel his face
flaming. Was Dean serious, was he really being serious? Did he really think
what he was saying or was he just drunk?
“Dean,” Castiel began, his tone bordering on, ‘shut up’ and ‘keep talking’.
Dean obviously took it as ‘keep talking’, however.
“Fuck, wanted to mark you up right then and there you smelled so good,” Dean
sighed, staring right into Cas’ eyes. Castiel swallowed, simply staring back.
“There’s still a chance to, y’know. We could go upstairs if you wanted,” Dean
began, his tone inviting. Castiel grit his teeth and shook his head. Dean was
drunk, he didn’t know what he was talking about.
“No, Dean, you’re drunk,” Castiel said and Dean frowned.
“Doesn’t matter,” Dean said, but Castiel just shook his head again and rose
from the couch.
“I should go, really,” Castiel said, and Dean immediately straightened up,
still frowning.
“Where are you going?” Dean asked, worry in his tone as though he feared that
Cas was going to get hurt if he left.
“I’m going home. Just, make sure you get home tonight alright, don’t do
anything stupid and don’t-” but then Cas’ words were cut off because Dean
surged forwards, slamming his lips into Cas’. Castiel made a noise of surprise
into the kiss, immediately tensing up. But then, he relaxed a little, feeling
the moment, Dean’s lips soft and sweet and pressed insistently against his own.
Castiel felt Dean’s tongue lick sloppily across the seam of Cas’ mouth and
Castiel couldn’t help but part his lips, letting Dean’s tongue slide into his
mouth. Dean tasted of mostly beer, but he tasted sweet, he tasted like
something else. Like something addicting. Castiel admittedly got lost in the
kiss for a moment before he realized that this wasn’t right, that Dean was
drunk, that Cas shouldn’t be doing this when Dean wasn’t in his right mind and
they were friends and nothing else. Castiel pulled away, and Dean looked like
someone had just kicked his puppy.
“What are you doing?” Dean murmured, his eyes searching Cas’ face.
“You’re drunk, Dean. I’m going home. I’ll see you on Monday,” Castiel sighed
before he turned, fighting his way through the crowd of people. Sure something
in Cas’ stomach was sinking when it should have been soaring because Dean just
kissed Cas and wasn’t that what Cas had wanted for years? But it just wasn’t
right. It didn’t feel right. Castiel could only hope that one day it would be
right and it would feel right.
                                      ---
That Monday at school Dean was at a loss. He had completely blacked out at
Gabriel’s party and he remembered barely anything and he practically still had
a headache. He had remembered that Cas had come with him though, so when
Chemistry rolled around and Cas was there in his seat, Dean was expecting to
get all the information he needed from Cas. But Cas was surprisingly unhelpful.
And… off. “So, you don’t remember anything? Like at all?” Castiel inquired, his
heart beating a million times faster than usual. Dean shook his head and
Castiel nearly let out a sigh of relief. But at the same time, his heart
cracked a little bit. So, apparently everything Dean said wasn’t true, right?
“What happened?” Dean inquired, having a feeling that something happened that
Castiel didn’t want to talk about. Castiel just shook his head.
“No, nothing, it was just a normal party, you got really drunk, you didn’t do
anything stupid, at least to my knowledge,” Castiel said, not even looking over
at Dean. Dean looked over at him, furrowing his brow.
“Cas, are you sure?” Dean inquired. Castiel bit his lip and nodded.
“Yeah,” Castiel replied curtly. Dean was about to speak but Mr. Devereaux
interrupted them and both of them had to quiet, going back to taking notes.
                                      ---
Over the next few days, Dean knew that something was wrong because Cas didn’t
let Dean walk him to his locker and he was being surprisingly cold with him. It
wasn’t that Cas was mad at Dean, he was more mad at himself and taking it out
on Dean. Castiel wasn’t really sure what was right and what was wrong, if Dean
really felt the way he felt or if he was just saying that because he had been
drunk. So, Castiel did what came naturally and he distanced himself from Dean
because he wasn’t sure what else there was to do. Things finally came to a
halt, however, when Alastair approached Dean a few days into the week. “Where’s
your boyfriend?” he inquired, and at first Dean just rolled his eyes because he
thought that it was just regular teasing.
“Fuck off, Alastair, he’s not my boyfriend, he’s just my friend” Dean said, not
even turning around to face him.
“Seriously, Winchester? You were making out with him in the middle of the room
at Gabriel’s party,” Alastair informed him and Dean’s blood froze. Was he being
serious?
“Wait, what?” Dean asked, turning to face Alastair. Alastair raised his
eyebrow.
“What, you don’t remember shoving your tongue down his throat?”
“You’re being serious.”
“Yeah, half the school knows and you don’t?” Alastair said, amusement in his
tone. Dean blinked, shoving his books in his locker and closing it. If he was
quick enough he could still catch Cas, he was probably still at his locker.
Dean just grabbed his backpack and darted down the hallway, heading towards
Cas’ locker. It made sense now. He had kissed Cas and now Cas was probably in
an awkward place because he probably didn’t feel the same way. And before Dean
could really think it through, think that maybe things were better the way they
were because If he liked Cas and Castiel didn’t like him maybe they could just
pretend, right, pretend that it never happened? Before his brain could catch up
with his heart he was standing at Cas’ locker, Cas just closing it and about to
walk away.
“Cas,” Dean breathed out. Castiel just blinked over at him.
“Um, yeah?” Castiel replied.
“I kissed you at that party,” Dean blurted out, and Castiel blinked before
blushing, looking downwards.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Castiel said, and Dean shook his
head.
“Yeah, I do.”
“You were drunk, Dean,” Castiel said, his voice flat.
“That doesn’t mean that I didn’t want it,” Dean said, and that resonated
through Cas. He looked up and blinked at Dean, his brow slowly knitting
together.
“Dean,” Castiel began, but he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to say.
“Cas, please tell me that you feel the same way, I don’t want to fuck things up
between us but I just want you to know that I really do like you and when I
kissed you I just, I meant it and-” but before Dean could continue Castiel was
surging forwards, pressing his lips sweetly to Dean’s. Dean was shocked at
first, and he tensed a bit, but then he slowly relaxed when he felt Cas’ hand,
warm and soft land on the side of his face, comforting and grounding and add
that to his lips that were smooth and sweet it was all perfect.
The kiss was sweet, no tongue, just the sweet meeting of lips before Castiel
pulled away with a fond little smile on his face. “So, I’ll take that as a
yes?” Dean asked quietly. Castiel huffed a breath of laughter, nodding.
“Yeah, you can take that as a yes.”
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***** A Finale With Fireworks And Everything *****
Chapter Summary
     After Dean's confession of how he feels about Cas, and Cas'
     confession about how he feels about Dean, things even themselves out
     and what is imminent happens.
Chapter Notes
     Wow, I feel like it's been forever since I updated!!! I'm so so sorry
     that it took me so long to post the final chapter, things have been
     weird lately and I haven't been doing a lot of writing unless it's
     original stuff :/ I don't know what's going on but hopefully I'll be
     back to writing some fics soon!! Anyways, here's the last and final
     chapter, I hope that you guys like it, it's pretty much just porn ¯\_
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                              -Two Months Later-
“You sure that you want to do this?” Dean inquired from where he sat across
from Castiel on Cas’ bed, the rest of his house empty. Castiel smiled softly
and nodded.
“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” Castiel informed him and
something warm grew in Dean’s heart. “You feel the same way, right?” Castiel
went on and Dean nodded immediately. There was a pause of silence that fell
between them wherein Castiel looked down, fiddling at his hands, and Dean
simply watched him. Castiel grinned softly, looking up at Dean. “Well, don’t
just sit there, kiss me,” Castiel said quietly, causing Dean to smile as he
scooched forwards, cupping one side of Castiel’s face and drawing him forwards
so that their lips could meet. The kiss was gentle and slow, not rushed or
anything. Castiel knew that his parents were going to be gone for the rest of
the night so they didn’t have to worry about being interrupted. Both Dean and
Castiel took their time, letting their lips rest against the other’s for a
moment before Castiel parted his lips, trailing his tongue across Dean’s lips,
Dean parting them in response, letting Castiel’s tongue slide into his mouth.
Castiel sighed into the kiss, feeling Dean’s thumb run the ridge of his
cheekbone in a soothing motion, one that made Cas’ insides melt. Castiel
brought one hand up, smoothing it around and cupping the back of Dean's neck,
his other hand soon doing the same so that his arms were slung over Dean's
shoulders. Their tongues mingled together hotly, soft moans bleeding into the
kiss as it grew heated. Dean slid his free hand up Cas’ thigh and to his waist,
eliciting a hitched breath from Cas who instinctively pulled Dean closer. They
couldn't get much closer, however, so Dean shifted his hands, cupping Cas’ ass
and hauling him forwards so that Castiel could scramble into his lap, hiding a
grin into the kiss. Dean stretched out his legs, letting Castiel shift so that
he was in the right position, their crotches aligned. Castiel moaned at the
contact, rocking his hips forwards experimentally. Dean rocked back up into him
with a soft groan, beginning to smell his arousal. He couldn't see it but he
could smell it and he could tell that Castiel was already starting to leak
slick. The smell, the thought made Dean only harder. Castiel felt it and
grinned, grinding down into Dean even harder. Dean let out a pleased moan, his
hands gripping Cas’ ass, guiding his hips to Dean's. Castiel complied with the
motions easily, feeling his body heating up at the contact, his cock hardening.
Dean pulled away from the kiss, breathless, pausing before tugging off his t-
shirt. Castiel eagerly did the same, tossing his aside and licking his lips at
the sight of Dean, tan skin laid out in front of him. Dean slid his hands up
Cas’ sides, loving the feel of his warm skin underneath the palms of his hands.
He pressed forwards, nipping over the skin of Cas’ neck as Castiel bared it
willingly. Dean kissed and licked and sucked until Cas’ eyelids were fluttering
closed and he was letting out breathy noises, his hips rocking down into
Dean’s. Dean nipped his way up to Cas’ ear, nipping at his earlobe. “Lie back,”
Dean muttered, those two words making Cas’ stomach flip. Castiel pulled away
from Dean, shuffling off of his lap and lying back with his head on the
pillows. He watched Dean move forwards, bracketing his arms by Cas’ sides and
diving in for another kiss, one that was ten times more heated than the last
one. The kiss grew hungry before Dean began moving downwards, peppering kisses
over Cas’ neck then down his chest and his tummy until he reached the line of
his jeans. His fingers found the button and zipper of them but he looked up at
Cas before undoing them. Castiel looked up at him with a fond little grin,
nodding his head before Dean undid the zipper and button on Cas’ jeans. Dean
hooked his fingers in the edges of Cas’ jeans and his boxers, beginning to tug
them down, Castiel lifting up his hips so that Dean could awkwardly maneuver
them off with minimal giggling on Cas’ part.
Once Cas’ jeans and boxers were tossed aside and he was laid out on the bed,
cock hard and leaking against his stomach, the smell of his arousal only got
more intense, urging Dean to slip off the bed so that he could fumble with his
own jeans and boxers, tossing them aside before crawling back up on the bed and
settling between Cas’ legs that were now spread wide and welcoming. Dean
groaned at just the sight and Castiel grinned, lifting his legs to his chest
and getting in the perfect position to make Dean’s mouth water. “Fuck, Cas,”
Dean muttered as he ran his hands the length of Cas’ thighs. Castiel bit his
lip at the touch, waiting for Dean’s finger to trail down, pressing gently on
his rim. Castiel let out a shaky breath as Dean drew a few circles with his
finger before slowly pushing his finger in.
Dean leaned down, his head right in between Castiel’s thighs as he began
sucking bruises on the skin of his inner thighs, pumping his single finger in
and out of Castiel the whole time. Castiel sighed and closed his eyes,
relishing in the touch, in the fact that things weren’t rushed and hurried like
they sometimes were when Dean was picking Cas up in the Impala after school or
their parents were coming home soon and they only had so much time. No, tonight
was special, tonight things would be purposeful, not just a quickie in the
backseat or rushed sex. Castiel knew that Dean would take his time with him no
matter how much Cas kinda wanted him to do the opposite.
A second finger soon slipped in with the first and Castiel let out a soft moan
at the stretch. Dean smiled at the noise, teeth still dragging over the
sensitive skin of Castiel’s thighs as he fucked those two fingers in and out of
Cas’ slick hole. Castiel let one hand travel down, reaching out to Dean’s head
and grasping his hair, not too tightly, just enough to be grounding to both of
them. Dean’s eyelids fluttered at the touch as he scissored Castiel open,
stretching his two fingers apart and eliciting a purely delicious moan from
Castiel. Dean took the opportunity and slipped in another finger, three fingers
sliding in and out of Castiel in a motion that was making the arousal inside of
Castiel grow.
Castiel simply laid there, taking in the feeling of Dean’s fingers, feeling his
slick leaking down his thighs, something that was hypnotizing to Dean. Dean
spread his fingers out, brushing Cas’ prostate every once in awhile, enough to
make Castiel let out a little gasp or a hitched breath, something that sounded
so sweet to Dean and felt purely perfect to Castiel.
Dean made sure to take his time stretching Castiel, he wanted things to be
good, to feel good. He finally pulled his fingers out however when Cas, the
bossy mouth that he was started whining. He scooched forwards a little more,
running his hands over Cas’ thighs. “You ready?” Dean inquired, and Castiel
nodded aggressively. Dean coaxed Cas’ legs to wrap around his waist,
positioning himself against Cas before sliding into him with a groan that
Castiel mirrored. No condom today, not when both Dean and Castiel were clean
and Dean wanted to mark Cas up on not only the outside but the inside too. Dean
circled his hips a few times letting both him and Castiel get used to the
feeling despite the fact that he wanted to slam into him like there was no
tomorrow. Castiel grinned, giving an impatient tug of his heels to Dean's back.
Dean looked down at him and huffed, leaning forwards to bracket his arms by
Cas’ side as he pulled out only to thrust back in.
Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean, running his hands down his back, taking
in the feel of his hot skin. Dean pressed closer to Cas as he got into a
rhythm, one that wasn't too fast or harsh, just nice and steady. Castiel rocked
his hips up into the rhythm, sliding his hands up to cup the back of Dean’s
neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips met, messy and off kilter but
still oh so sweetly that something warm blossomed in both of their stomachs.
Dean licked into Castiel’s mouth and Castiel groaned, his lips parting easily.
It was messy but it was more than either of them could have asked for. Dean
pulled away to nip at Cas’ lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before diving
back in to continue the kiss. “More,” Castiel muttered into the kiss and Dean
smiled softly, nipping at his lip once more before he picked up his rhythm.
Dean moved away from the kiss, nipping down Cas’ neck and sucking bruises,
listening intently to Cas’ breath, to the breathy little sighs he let out as he
tilted his neck back, baring it ever so perfectly for Dean. “God, Cas, you’re
so fucking beautiful,” Dean muttered into the skin of Castiel’s neck. Castiel
bit his lip, groaning softly at the praise, his hand clenching where it rested
on Dean’s neck. Dean pulled back for a minute just to look at Cas, to take in
the sight of him. His eyes were closed, eyelashes standing out perfectly
against fair skin, cheeks tinted in a pretty pink blush that trailed down his
neck and chest, his lips parted, teeth occasionally closing down on the lower
one, pink tongue darting out to wet them. “Look so good like this, baby,” Dean
went on, nosing Cas’ cheek and catching his attention so that the two could get
caught up in another messy kiss that Castiel moaned into.
“Dean,” Castiel gasped into the kiss, his body arching up against Dean’s. Dean
grinned into the kiss.
“Right there?” Dean inquired though he was pretty sure that he knew the answer.
Sure enough Castiel nodded eagerly.
“Yes,” he breathed out, his hips beginning to work a little faster against
Dean’s, his legs tightening around Dean’s waist. “Harder,” Castiel managed.
Dean definitely did not want to deny Castiel that so he paused, getting into
just the right position so that he could shove his hips forwards into Cas’ a
little harder, a little faster, enough to get the bed frame, Castiel included,
jostling forwards. Castiel slid his hands down from Dean’s neck to his back
where he dug his nails in leaving half moon impressions that neither Dean nor
Cas had the energy to complain about. Castiel could feel a growing heat inside
of him, that heat made about twenty times better by the fact that his cock was
trapped between his and Dean’s stomach and with every thrust a jolt of friction
was sent through him. Add that to the fact that Dean was hitting just the right
spot inside of him and Castiel was easily falling apart, something that Dean
had learned and fine tuned by now. It was one of Dean’s favorite things to
watch Castiel come undone. His filter slowly fading, begging something that
wasn’t below him. The way his body moved was another thing entirely. He moved
against Dean in the most sensual way, a way that made Dean want him only more.
Their bodies moved together perfectly, just like they were meant to, like they
had been built to undulate against each other just as they were right now.
Dean watched Cas’ face carefully as he pulled away from the kiss, watched the
way his brow slowly knit together and his jaw went slack, little desperate
noises falling from his lips. “Fuck, Dean, I’m close,” Castiel panted,
confirming Dean’s premonition.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” Dean soothed, knowing that he was on the same page.
He could already feel his knot swelling up and he could tell that Cas could
feel it too. Castiel’s hands pressed harder into Dean’s back as he squirmed
underneath Dean, feeling himself right on the knife’s edge of coming, just
needing a few more thrusts, just the right ones. And then he got an idea.
“Now, Dean, mark me,” Castiel breathed out. Dean pressed a kiss to Cas’ neck.
“Not yet, angel, just wait one-”
“Dean, now,” Castiel grit out, interrupting Dean. Dean looked down at Castiel
who opened his eyes that were wide and pleading, filled with fire, a kind that
made Dean’s heart ache. Dean dove in for one last kiss before moving down his
neck, a growl escaping his lips before he settled his teeth on Cas’ neck
harshly enough to leave a bruise that would last for at least a few days. And
with that Cas was coming with a choked off moan, what felt like electricity and
pleasure shooting through him. Dean felt the exact same thing, his orgasm
hitting him at the same time as Cas’ as he slammed his hips into Cas’, his knot
swelling up inside of him.
Dean could hear blood pounding in his ears as he came down from the high of his
orgasm, draped over a sweaty, heavily breathing Castiel. “Fuck,” Castiel
breathed out and Dean pulled back to find a blissed out smile on his face. Dean
couldn’t help but mirror it.
“What?” Dean panted.
“That was good,” Castiel said simply, a large understatement that both of them
could agree on. Dean huffed a breath of laughter, pressing forwards for another
messy kiss before pulling away to kiss over the bite left on Cas’ neck. Castiel
closed his eyes, still smiling as he ran his hand up, running it through Dean’s
hair. “Can’t wait to go to school on Monday, show everyone that I’m yours,”
Castiel sighed out, kissing the top of Dean’s head. Castiel could feel Dean
grin into his skin.
“Practically everyone at school already knows that you’re mine,” Dean said and
Castiel grinned a little harder.
“Yeah, but now it’s really official,” Castiel said, pride tinting his voice.
Dean pulled back to look Castiel in the eye.
“I’m glad that it is,” Dean said. Castiel smiled up at him.
“I am too.”
                              -Four Years Later-
Dean sighed as he flopped down on the couch, limbs splayed out as he rested his
head against the arm of the couch. It had been a fucking long day at college
and all he wanted to do was sleep. He closed his eyes, wondering when exactly
Castiel would be home to their little apartment when none other than Castiel
himself opened the door and closed it with a long sigh. Dean opened his eyes,
glancing over at Castiel who dropped his bag by the door. “I need a hug,”
Castiel said and Dean looked him up and down, finding it obvious that Cas had
had a bad day too. Dean opened his arms wide, gesturing him over to the couch.
Castiel rolled his eyes. “The gentlemanly thing to do would be to get up and
hug me and then, if you wanted to be a really good boyfriend, pick me up and
carry me over to the couch and lay me down gently,” Castiel informed Dean,
crossing his arms. Dean shook his head.
“No way are you taking my spot. Now just get over here and let me hug you,”
Dean said. Castiel huffed a breath and rolled his eyes once more, kicking off
his shoes before padding over to the couch.
“You’re obnoxious,” Castiel grumbled as he climbed up onto the couch,
straddling Dean and draping himself over Dean’s body. Dean wrapped his arms
around Castiel, hugging him tightly.
“Mmm, you’re too sweet to me, Cas,” Dean hummed, kissing Castiel on the cheek.
Castiel huffed another breath, snuggling up to Dean and getting as comfortable
as possible. “Bad day?” Dean inquired and Castiel nodded. “Me too,” Dean
sighed. “Wanna talk about it?” Dean questioned. Castiel seemingly debated it
but then sighed and shook his head.
“I just wanna cuddle,” Castiel mumbled, burying his head in Dean’s chest. Dean
smiled softly, kissing the top of his head and running a soothing hand over his
back. Dean closed his eyes once more, simply taking in the feel of Cas’ body
warm against his own. Castiel sighed once more, looking up at Dean, resting his
chin on Dean’s sternum. “My heat’s coming up soon,” Castiel informed Dean who
grinned a little, peeking one eye open.
“That mean what I think it means?” Dean asked and Castiel tried and failed to
hide a grin.
“What do you think it means?” Castiel questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Lots of sex?” Dean replied. Castiel bit his lip and nodded.
“Lots of sex,” Castiel reassured Dean. Castiel smiled fondly up at Dean,
reaching down for his hand and interlacing their fingers. “I’m just glad that I
get to deal with it with you,” Castiel said, his voice kind. Dean smiled,
bringing Cas’ hand up to his lips so he could press a kiss to the back of it.
“I am too.”
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