Just Can't Get Enough -- 2/?
Title: Just Can't Get Enough
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, High School!AU, pretty much Every One Has Wings!AU if you'd much prefer that.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1608
Summary: After an accident at his school, Dean and his family move to another state. There, he meets Castiel, an angel, who might be able to him with his problems. But is Dean willing to open up enough to let it happen?
To say that Dean was in a better mood when he got back home would be a major understatement. Even his family was having a hard time wrapping their heads around this. He was in such a good mood that he helped Ellen unpack the rest of the boxes that littered a majority of the floor in the living room. Most of them were books. Ellen watched him suspiciously for a moment; Dean was picking up a few books at a time and placing them on the empty shelves. She waited until the others moved back to their appointed tasks before interrupting Dean.
“What's got you in a good mood all of a sudden, Dean? Meet someone?” If his wings were anything to go by, then Dean was a bit flustered, even if his face tried so hard to hide his feelings.
She was expecting him to revert back to his 'it's none of your business' mood, but strangely enough the halfing gave a meek nod, avoiding the woman's eyes. Her brows lifted, “You've got to be kidding me. This is like the end of the world. Who was it?”
Dean scowled lightly at the sudden declaration. This wasn't an end-of-the-world situation. “You're pushing it, Mom,” he muttered, placing more books on the shelf. But he did indulge her for a moment, “It was an angel..”
“Well I'll be,” Ellen couldn't help but smile, moving over to clap Dean on his shoulder. “See, angels aren't so bad, huh?”
Dean shrugged, wings ruffling slightly. “It was just him.” He didn't bother to tell her what all had happened with Castiel's brother. Now that he thought back on it, he knew Gabriel probably hadn't had any bad intentions. There's probably never been any halfers there before, so of course he was curious. He furrowed his brows as he looked at his mom, the knowing look on her face made him restless.
†††
Over the next few days, Dean would spend part of his time putting things into place in his room and then the rest at the park, where he would meet up with Castiel. It was three days before Christmas and it had finally started to snow.
Dean was a little surprised at the snow. They never got snow like this in Kansas.
He was perched on a swing with Castiel sitting in the one next to him. Although he didn't really like the cold, since it usually caused his wing joints to ache, he'd still rather be out here with the angel then cooped up in his house. And from what Castiel told him, it was pretty much the same at his house, but with a few more family members. Thought it'd probably depend on the house size. He was sure Cas had a bigger house.
“So what's your family planning to do for Christmas?” Dean asked, mittened hands grasping at the cold chains.
“Ah, I was going to tell you. My mother and father decided we were going to go visit my cousin in England. We're leaving tomorrow and won't be back until the day before school starts back.”
Castiel was unaware of the pathetic look on Dean's face.
Dean cleared his throat, looking at the white ground. “That's cool.”
It wasn’t really, but he guessed that it'd happen at some point or another. Maybe he shouldn't get so attached to the angel.
Of course now Castiel had realized what was going on. A smile appeared on his face, “It's only going to be for a week and a half, Dean.”
Dean bit the side of his mouth as he turned his head. “I know that.”
“Then why are you acting all pouty?” Ouch. Dean turned his head back, a scowl fitted on his face. Castiel hit the nail right on the head.
“'M not being pouty. I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Sure, just keep telling yourself that.”
The angel was just so amused that this would cause such a reaction from Dean, he couldn't help himself. They settled into a comfortable silence for a while. Dean could barely feel his nose now, his fingers were already a lost cause, but he didn't want to leave yet knowing that Cas was going to be gone in just a few hours. Dean wasn't sure why he was acting like it was the end of the world; even though it felt pretty damn close.
Finally, Castiel was the one to speak up. “I should probably be getting home. I haven't packed yet.”
Dean was tapping he feet against the snow, not paying attention now, which now caused the angel slight irritation.
“Dean, I ha--”
“Then go! It's not like I care,” he growled out, mouth running without his permission.
It wasn't like it was the first time that happened, but right now his wings ached and he couldn't feel his fingers and really, his anger was at that, not Castiel. When he looked over to the angel, there was a shocked expression and a hint of pain that quickly vanished and was replaced with indifference, his expression becoming blank.
“All right then. Goodbye Dean,” Castiel said, standing from the swing and promptly leaving without another word.
Dean watched in utter defeat. Well, he thought bitterly, knew it was going to end soon anyways. He could never have anything. He couldn't keep anything, let alone a friend. When the angel was out of sight, Dean stood and slowly trudged home, watching the sun set.
†††
For the rest of the night, Dean remained in his bad mood, even after telling his mom what happened. Of course what's a mom to say? When he gets back, you need to fix it.
“It's not your fault, Dean, you were just overreacting. I'm sure he knows that.”
But it was his fault. Nothing Ellen said now would make him change his mind. Dean went to bed without dinner, even after the others tried to talk him into eating at least something small.
When everyone went to bed, the halfer moved over to his window. Pushing it open, he climbed out and shuffled up the outside of the window to pull himself up into the roof. It would've been faster to fly up, but there was no way that was going to happen. Dean settled near the edge. There was a slight slope but it wasn't too dangerous. His legs dangled off the side as he laid back, wings stretching out. Despite it being cold, this wasn't so bad… even though there was still a twisted, guilty feeling tumbling around in his stomach as he stared up at the night sky.
“Dean?”
He kept staring up, frowning some.
“... Dean.”
Who was calling his name?
Dean sat up, looking around, then down. Oh. It was Castiel.
“Cas?” He mumbled to himself. Why was he here?
The feeling in his gut twisted once more as his wings drew back to his back. Castiel stared up at him, frowning some with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Guess he should go down there.
“Hold on,” Dean called down, crawling back down to his window.
When his feet were on his sill, he tried to duck down and grasp the inside of his room, but the snow hindered his ability to stay balanced. With a squawk, he slipped, hands scrabbling to grip the wet window sill. It wasn't like the fell hurt him, though his left wing felt a bit off as he floundered in the snow.
“Dean!” Castiel moved closer to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him up into a sitting position. “Are you okay?” Blue eyes shifted quickly over Dean, looking for any sort of injury.
“S'okay. I think my wing is going to bruise, though.” He moved the appendage as best as he could before wincing.
Hesitantly, Cas moved his hands towards the wing, watching Dean closely to make sure he wasn't doing anything to hurt him. He wasn't all that sure if the halfer's wings were the same as his. They sat a little lower than his, but higher than a demons’. When Dean didn't pull away, the angel took that as a good thing as he rubbed the joint some.
“Sorry..” Dean suddenly mumbled, head tilted down.
Castiel blinked owlishly, his head canting to the side. “For what?”
“For earlier. I shouldn't have acted like that.” Castiel had to actually lean closer just to hear what Dean was saying.
“Oh,” he said simply. “Well then I should be apologizing as well. My actions were uncalled for.”
Dean looked up at him, but Cas just wore that unreadable expression. That expression that just made him want to.. want to smooth his face with both hands, but he held back. He didn't want to make the situation even more awkward. Minutes passed and Castiel finally pulled his hands away reluctantly. The feathers were abnormally soft, but the flustered look on Dean's face kept him in check. He stood and helped Dean up as well.
“I should be getting back now. I'll bring you something back from England, okay?”
Dean couldn't help but sniffle and nod in reply. Green eyes concentrated on blue. In the blink of an eye the angel had moved closer, leaning forward and placing a small, chaste peck on Dean's cheek before turning quickly and fleeing.
Dean stood in a slight daze, watching Castiel's retreating form.
Well he could probably survive the week now.
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, High School!AU, pretty much Every One Has Wings!AU if you'd much prefer that.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1608
Summary: After an accident at his school, Dean and his family move to another state. There, he meets Castiel, an angel, who might be able to him with his problems. But is Dean willing to open up enough to let it happen?
To say that Dean was in a better mood when he got back home would be a major understatement. Even his family was having a hard time wrapping their heads around this. He was in such a good mood that he helped Ellen unpack the rest of the boxes that littered a majority of the floor in the living room. Most of them were books. Ellen watched him suspiciously for a moment; Dean was picking up a few books at a time and placing them on the empty shelves. She waited until the others moved back to their appointed tasks before interrupting Dean.
“What's got you in a good mood all of a sudden, Dean? Meet someone?” If his wings were anything to go by, then Dean was a bit flustered, even if his face tried so hard to hide his feelings.
She was expecting him to revert back to his 'it's none of your business' mood, but strangely enough the halfing gave a meek nod, avoiding the woman's eyes. Her brows lifted, “You've got to be kidding me. This is like the end of the world. Who was it?”
Dean scowled lightly at the sudden declaration. This wasn't an end-of-the-world situation. “You're pushing it, Mom,” he muttered, placing more books on the shelf. But he did indulge her for a moment, “It was an angel..”
“Well I'll be,” Ellen couldn't help but smile, moving over to clap Dean on his shoulder. “See, angels aren't so bad, huh?”
Dean shrugged, wings ruffling slightly. “It was just him.” He didn't bother to tell her what all had happened with Castiel's brother. Now that he thought back on it, he knew Gabriel probably hadn't had any bad intentions. There's probably never been any halfers there before, so of course he was curious. He furrowed his brows as he looked at his mom, the knowing look on her face made him restless.
†††
Over the next few days, Dean would spend part of his time putting things into place in his room and then the rest at the park, where he would meet up with Castiel. It was three days before Christmas and it had finally started to snow.
Dean was a little surprised at the snow. They never got snow like this in Kansas.
He was perched on a swing with Castiel sitting in the one next to him. Although he didn't really like the cold, since it usually caused his wing joints to ache, he'd still rather be out here with the angel then cooped up in his house. And from what Castiel told him, it was pretty much the same at his house, but with a few more family members. Thought it'd probably depend on the house size. He was sure Cas had a bigger house.
“So what's your family planning to do for Christmas?” Dean asked, mittened hands grasping at the cold chains.
“Ah, I was going to tell you. My mother and father decided we were going to go visit my cousin in England. We're leaving tomorrow and won't be back until the day before school starts back.”
Castiel was unaware of the pathetic look on Dean's face.
Dean cleared his throat, looking at the white ground. “That's cool.”
It wasn’t really, but he guessed that it'd happen at some point or another. Maybe he shouldn't get so attached to the angel.
Of course now Castiel had realized what was going on. A smile appeared on his face, “It's only going to be for a week and a half, Dean.”
Dean bit the side of his mouth as he turned his head. “I know that.”
“Then why are you acting all pouty?” Ouch. Dean turned his head back, a scowl fitted on his face. Castiel hit the nail right on the head.
“'M not being pouty. I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Sure, just keep telling yourself that.”
The angel was just so amused that this would cause such a reaction from Dean, he couldn't help himself. They settled into a comfortable silence for a while. Dean could barely feel his nose now, his fingers were already a lost cause, but he didn't want to leave yet knowing that Cas was going to be gone in just a few hours. Dean wasn't sure why he was acting like it was the end of the world; even though it felt pretty damn close.
Finally, Castiel was the one to speak up. “I should probably be getting home. I haven't packed yet.”
Dean was tapping he feet against the snow, not paying attention now, which now caused the angel slight irritation.
“Dean, I ha--”
“Then go! It's not like I care,” he growled out, mouth running without his permission.
It wasn't like it was the first time that happened, but right now his wings ached and he couldn't feel his fingers and really, his anger was at that, not Castiel. When he looked over to the angel, there was a shocked expression and a hint of pain that quickly vanished and was replaced with indifference, his expression becoming blank.
“All right then. Goodbye Dean,” Castiel said, standing from the swing and promptly leaving without another word.
Dean watched in utter defeat. Well, he thought bitterly, knew it was going to end soon anyways. He could never have anything. He couldn't keep anything, let alone a friend. When the angel was out of sight, Dean stood and slowly trudged home, watching the sun set.
†††
For the rest of the night, Dean remained in his bad mood, even after telling his mom what happened. Of course what's a mom to say? When he gets back, you need to fix it.
“It's not your fault, Dean, you were just overreacting. I'm sure he knows that.”
But it was his fault. Nothing Ellen said now would make him change his mind. Dean went to bed without dinner, even after the others tried to talk him into eating at least something small.
When everyone went to bed, the halfer moved over to his window. Pushing it open, he climbed out and shuffled up the outside of the window to pull himself up into the roof. It would've been faster to fly up, but there was no way that was going to happen. Dean settled near the edge. There was a slight slope but it wasn't too dangerous. His legs dangled off the side as he laid back, wings stretching out. Despite it being cold, this wasn't so bad… even though there was still a twisted, guilty feeling tumbling around in his stomach as he stared up at the night sky.
“Dean?”
He kept staring up, frowning some.
“... Dean.”
Who was calling his name?
Dean sat up, looking around, then down. Oh. It was Castiel.
“Cas?” He mumbled to himself. Why was he here?
The feeling in his gut twisted once more as his wings drew back to his back. Castiel stared up at him, frowning some with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Guess he should go down there.
“Hold on,” Dean called down, crawling back down to his window.
When his feet were on his sill, he tried to duck down and grasp the inside of his room, but the snow hindered his ability to stay balanced. With a squawk, he slipped, hands scrabbling to grip the wet window sill. It wasn't like the fell hurt him, though his left wing felt a bit off as he floundered in the snow.
“Dean!” Castiel moved closer to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him up into a sitting position. “Are you okay?” Blue eyes shifted quickly over Dean, looking for any sort of injury.
“S'okay. I think my wing is going to bruise, though.” He moved the appendage as best as he could before wincing.
Hesitantly, Cas moved his hands towards the wing, watching Dean closely to make sure he wasn't doing anything to hurt him. He wasn't all that sure if the halfer's wings were the same as his. They sat a little lower than his, but higher than a demons’. When Dean didn't pull away, the angel took that as a good thing as he rubbed the joint some.
“Sorry..” Dean suddenly mumbled, head tilted down.
Castiel blinked owlishly, his head canting to the side. “For what?”
“For earlier. I shouldn't have acted like that.” Castiel had to actually lean closer just to hear what Dean was saying.
“Oh,” he said simply. “Well then I should be apologizing as well. My actions were uncalled for.”
Dean looked up at him, but Cas just wore that unreadable expression. That expression that just made him want to.. want to smooth his face with both hands, but he held back. He didn't want to make the situation even more awkward. Minutes passed and Castiel finally pulled his hands away reluctantly. The feathers were abnormally soft, but the flustered look on Dean's face kept him in check. He stood and helped Dean up as well.
“I should be getting back now. I'll bring you something back from England, okay?”
Dean couldn't help but sniffle and nod in reply. Green eyes concentrated on blue. In the blink of an eye the angel had moved closer, leaning forward and placing a small, chaste peck on Dean's cheek before turning quickly and fleeing.
Dean stood in a slight daze, watching Castiel's retreating form.
Well he could probably survive the week now.