Fluff 101
The locker slams shut and almost catches his nose, making Castiel jump back in surprise, heart leaping in his chest.
“What the fuck De-”
He hisses out at the slightly taller boy standing in front of him, hand that had shut the locker with such force still pressed firmly against it, like it was a creature that would get away if Dean didn't hold it down. The words die on his lips though when he sees the look on Dean's face; the other boy's eyebrows were knitted together, tight and drawn down, green eyes squinted but that did nothing to hide the fury and fire that lit them up like a Christmas bulb. His jaw was clenched tight, a little muscle that ticked in the side of it pulsed rhythmically as Dean stared the black haired youth down, making Castiel's stomach swoop like he was on a roller coaster ride.
“Room 217. Now”, Dean said, voice like hot coals up Castiel's spine, lighting a fire inside him and raking his body through something like terror all at the same time.
And then Dean was gone, stalking away through the crowd down the hallway, leaving Cas along to stare, bewildered, after his best friend.
What. The. Fuck.
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It doesn't take Castiel that long to pull himself together, but he walks slowly, fear building inside him as he plods down the hallway towards the room that seemed permanently empty, used as storage by most of the teachers in the High School, filled almost to the ceiling tiles with piles of desks and chairs, chalkboards lining one wall, broken or unused. By the time he gets there though, Dean isn't any less pissed by the way he yanks Cas inside and slams the door shut, locking it with one hand as he pins Cas against the wall with the other. Castiel's blue eyes stare up at Dean, wide with worry- what was going on, he had never seen Dean this pissed, not even when some asshole Senior had been caught picking on Sammy.
“D-Dean...what's going- mhpphm?!”
His words are cut off by the crush of warm lips against his, bruisingly hard, as his best friend slams their faces together, making a cut off growling sound as he grinds his hips up against Cas'. Dean moves his hands to capture both of Castiel's in one iron grip, yanking them up against his head, pinning them against the dusty wall. Cas gasps and Dean uses that moment to invade his mouth, shoving his tongue inside to flick and lick over Castiel's mouth, devouring him from the inside out, still pressed hard against him below- Cas acknowledges with a surprised moan that he can feel Dean's cock growing hard against his thigh, and the sound only makes Dean push his hips against him harder. Dean's other hand snakes down Castiel's side, eliciting a breathy gasp from Cas and an arch of his hips towards Dean's as Dean's hand tucks under Cas' shirt and scrapes nails over bare flesh that it finds there.
Dean breaks the kiss with another growl and glares at Cas, who stares back, eyes half lidded, gasping for air.
“D...Dean...what-...what are you doing?”
“....You lied to me Cas....”
Dean's words sound both angry and hurt, spit out of a screwed up mouth as he glares into Cas' eyes that suddenly flare wide at Dean's words.
“Wha...what?”
“You lied.....you ….said you loved me....and then you....you go and fuck that stupid fucker from the football team?!”
Dean presses his forehead against Cas', eyes shutting and mouth moving down, almost a grimace, like Dean was either about to scream in angry or cry, and Castiel didn't like the idea of either happening.
“Dean, what are you-....wait...Darius?”
Dean nods and shoves himself away from the wall, and Cas, moving away too quickly for Castiel to catch him.
“....I didn't...I didn't do anything with Darius, Dean. Whatever you heard was a lie.”
“Oh, so you didn't blow him?! You didn't suck him off behind the gym last night, after practice?”
Cas winces, and suddenly it comes back to him...Late night working on a chem project, someone had brought some vodka, Cas had a little too much...and then Darius had been there, picking him up off the ground and offering him a ride home, and Cas had said he would thank him...Darius had sighed his name when he came deep down Cas' throat. Cas blushes and covers his mouth and Dean makes a choked sound that was a mixture of a sob and a snarl.
“But--...Dean I was drunk!...And...besides..”
Castiel crosses his arms over his chest, defiant and defensive, all at once.
“....You haven't even talked to me in a week...Not since I told you.”
“....I know...”
“....Then why the FUCK do you get to be angry?!”
Cas throws his arms out, glaring at Dean, raising his voice to his best friend for the first time in their relationship, for the first time since Freshman year, when Dean had rescued Cas from being picked on, and they'd spent every day together since. Dean winces and looks down at the ground, at is feet, shuffling from one foot to the other, frowning angrily. His voice is filled with stubborn angry when he speaks again, like a child who's refusing to admit they're wrong.
“....because.”
“....Yeah okay...I'm going, this is bullshit Dean.”
Dean leaps forward and grabs Cas' wrist, yanking him back into a tight embrace.
“No...just....stop”
“....Dean...?”
Dean holds onto Cas like he's the last flotation device in the world and Dean's drowning.
“...I'm sorry I couldn't-....no....I'm sorry I didn't tell you.”
Cas pushes Dean away, both hands pressed against Dean's chest, Dean's hands gripping his upper arms tight. He narrows his eyes and raises his chin.
“...Tell me what.”
“....That-.....I love you too, Cas....I always have...just...y'scared me.”
Dean shrugs and looks up into Cas' eyes, all the anger having drained from his own green ones, face pleading with Cas to hear him out.
“...I scared you.”
Cas blinks, face blank, but he unlocks his elbows, and Dean uses the moment to bring him closer, backing up until his legs hit a desk, and he sits down on it, pulling until Castiel is standing between his legs. Dean nods and licks his full lips nervously.
“...You scared me. I had been hoping for this for months..years...and then there it was. I didn't-....wanna ruin anything.”
He frowns again, realizing how stupid this sounds, but doesn't have a chance to finish the expression, as Cas is bending down and capturing his lips with his own, arms wrapping around the Dean's shoulders to press their bodies tightly together. Dean shivers as Cas initiates the kiss this time, so different from moments ago. Before it had been anger and terror, Dean forcing it because he was just so MAD with Cas...Now it was soft brushes of lips, the slide of a tongue, sweet taste of Castiel's peppermint gum he was always chewing. Cas breaks the kiss first, backing away so he can look into Dean's eyes.
“You big idiot.”
And he smiles.
Dean blushes and smiles back, tugging on one of Cas' belt loops.
“...yah...I know...”
Cas smirks and kisses Dean's forehead, snuffling slightly at the brush of Dean's short hair tickling his nose. Dean hums and shuts his eyes, wrapping his arms around Castiel's thin waist and pulling him even closer, gasping slightly when their groins brush against one another and their softening cocks press together through the denim fabric of their jeans. Cas echoes the gasp and moans softly, backing away again, the look on his face flipped from one of humor and adoration to lust and need as he looks back into Dean's eyes.
“....We're already late for class....”
Cas says, and there's a suggestion there that Dean can't ignore. He grins slowly and licks his lips, tugging Cas even closer and grinding their hips together, feeling a thrill as Cas' jaw drops and his eyes flutter shut. Dean's voice is rough when he speaks.
“Yeah....Already late....What should we do with the time...?”
Cas giggles and opens his eyes, looking down at the boy he'd confessed his love to not even a week ago, the boy who he'd shared everything with, had countless sleepovers and helped cheat on algebra 2 tests, had been saved from bullies and his parents, and had helped escape from major fights whenever Dean started something to save Sammy- the boy who was his best friend.
“I can think of a few things Dean...”
Cas grins again and leans down to kiss Dean once more, thinking that this was possibly the best excuse to miss his Econ class, ever.