Breathe (7.2/?)
Title: Breathe (7.2/?)
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Words: 2,189
Characters: Cas, Dean, John, Sam, Anna
Summary: In which Dean is the new kid and everyone seems to like him except for the one person he's most intrigued by. A town plagued by family issues and betrayal, high school is not quite what Dean signed up for.
Author's Note: There's Doctor Who watching, because Superwho is inescapable.
Shit.
Dean didn’t know how else to react. Cas had just kissed him, for God’s sake. And you kissed him back.
Shit.
By the time Dean’s senses came back, Cas had already flown out of the car and disappeared into the house.
How had that even happened?
For several minutes, he just kept his car parked in the driveway, trying to process the situation. How had he not seen that coming? How long had it been coming for?
Dean found himself at an utter loss and before he even fully realized what he was doing, he was dialing Anna’s number. It only rang once before her voice sounded from the other end of the line.
“Dean?”
“Can I come over?” he blurted out.
“Yeah-what’s going on?”
“I don’t even know what happened,” he blabbed. “I had Cas over and then I was taking him home and we got talking about his twin and then we started talking about our parents and it got really quiet and then he just kissed me and then I think I reacted badly and he ran inside and-“
“Get over here,” she said. “Just come inside when you get here.”
And that’s exactly what Dean did.
“Did I really mess up?”
Dean wasn’t sure if Anna’s eyes were stern or scrutinizing or both. They were sitting on her bed in the empty house-her mom was visiting her sister out of town-and Dean had just finished explaining what had happened.
“This isn’t your fault,” she said decidedly. “But you shouldn’t have…” She pressed her lips together, unsure of how to say what she was thinking. “You have to be careful with Cas. And especially after he told you about Jimmy. That’s something he never mentions and if he felt comfortable enough with you to even bring it up, then you can pretty much guarantee that he trusts you.”
“But I don’t like guys!” Dean said a little too loud. “I mean-I’m straight, I didn’t know that…”
Anna raised a delicate red eyebrow. “As far as I knew, Cas was straight too. But so what? Do you like him?”
“No. I mean, I don’t think so.” He groaned. “I don’t know.”
A carefully evaluated idea flickered across Anna’s face and she leaned forward, bringing her lips to Dean’s. Dean’s was surprised by the kiss and even more when Anna’s tongue pushed into his mouth, but it wasn’t unpleasant, so Dean returned it.
Anna pushed him onto his back and shifted so her knees were straddling his hips. The intense make-out session lasted only a few minutes before Anna pulled away and sat up.
“Where’d that come from?” Dean asked, moving so he was leaning back on his elbows.
“You know, most guys would’ve been trying to get into my pants by that time.”
Dean frowned. “You do this often?”
Anna rolled her eyes. “No, jackass. But did you want to?”
He opened his mouth, but wasn’t sure what to say-anything would sound offensive at this point.
“You didn’t,” she answered for him. “And when I stopped, you just let me go.”
Dean frowned. He was starting to see where she was going with this and he didn’t know what to think. In fact, he found himself trying not to think about what it meant.
“I get that you might be a little freaked right now, but you need to see Cas. Asap. Before he does anything rash.”
Dean sat up straighter and dragged his hand down his face. “Son of a bitch. What am I supposed to say?”
Anna tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “You tell me. Or rather, you tell him.”
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Words: 2,189
Characters: Cas, Dean, John, Sam, Anna
Summary: In which Dean is the new kid and everyone seems to like him except for the one person he's most intrigued by. A town plagued by family issues and betrayal, high school is not quite what Dean signed up for.
Author's Note: There's Doctor Who watching, because Superwho is inescapable.
Shit.
Dean didn’t know how else to react. Cas had just kissed him, for God’s sake. And you kissed him back.
Shit.
By the time Dean’s senses came back, Cas had already flown out of the car and disappeared into the house.
How had that even happened?
For several minutes, he just kept his car parked in the driveway, trying to process the situation. How had he not seen that coming? How long had it been coming for?
Dean found himself at an utter loss and before he even fully realized what he was doing, he was dialing Anna’s number. It only rang once before her voice sounded from the other end of the line.
“Dean?”
“Can I come over?” he blurted out.
“Yeah-what’s going on?”
“I don’t even know what happened,” he blabbed. “I had Cas over and then I was taking him home and we got talking about his twin and then we started talking about our parents and it got really quiet and then he just kissed me and then I think I reacted badly and he ran inside and-“
“Get over here,” she said. “Just come inside when you get here.”
And that’s exactly what Dean did.
“Did I really mess up?”
Dean wasn’t sure if Anna’s eyes were stern or scrutinizing or both. They were sitting on her bed in the empty house-her mom was visiting her sister out of town-and Dean had just finished explaining what had happened.
“This isn’t your fault,” she said decidedly. “But you shouldn’t have…” She pressed her lips together, unsure of how to say what she was thinking. “You have to be careful with Cas. And especially after he told you about Jimmy. That’s something he never mentions and if he felt comfortable enough with you to even bring it up, then you can pretty much guarantee that he trusts you.”
“But I don’t like guys!” Dean said a little too loud. “I mean-I’m straight, I didn’t know that…”
Anna raised a delicate red eyebrow. “As far as I knew, Cas was straight too. But so what? Do you like him?”
“No. I mean, I don’t think so.” He groaned. “I don’t know.”
A carefully evaluated idea flickered across Anna’s face and she leaned forward, bringing her lips to Dean’s. Dean’s was surprised by the kiss and even more when Anna’s tongue pushed into his mouth, but it wasn’t unpleasant, so Dean returned it.
Anna pushed him onto his back and shifted so her knees were straddling his hips. The intense make-out session lasted only a few minutes before Anna pulled away and sat up.
“Where’d that come from?” Dean asked, moving so he was leaning back on his elbows.
“You know, most guys would’ve been trying to get into my pants by that time.”
Dean frowned. “You do this often?”
Anna rolled her eyes. “No, jackass. But did you want to?”
He opened his mouth, but wasn’t sure what to say-anything would sound offensive at this point.
“You didn’t,” she answered for him. “And when I stopped, you just let me go.”
Dean frowned. He was starting to see where she was going with this and he didn’t know what to think. In fact, he found himself trying not to think about what it meant.
“I get that you might be a little freaked right now, but you need to see Cas. Asap. Before he does anything rash.”
Dean sat up straighter and dragged his hand down his face. “Son of a bitch. What am I supposed to say?”
Anna tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “You tell me. Or rather, you tell him.”