A Kid (Originally Written For The SPN Kink Meme)
Castiel sighed as he slung his bag over the kitchen chair in the Winchester's house. Sam and Dean weren't home yet, but he was practically family and was allowed to do things like that.You know, barge into someone's home as if it were his own.
The word family drips from Castiel's mind like an open, oozing sore. Unbeknownst to Dean, Cas had loved Sam's older brother from the moment he barged into Sam's bedroom at twelve years old and proclaimed that he had a date with Rhonda Hurley. Since then, he had always treated Castiel the same as he did Sam, and since Sam was his younger brother, it was only natural that Dean treat Cas the same way.
But he wasn't some chubby eight year old now. He was fourteen years old and he and Sam were freshmen in the same shitty high school where Dean was a very popular senior, and though he tried his hardest to prove to Dean that he wasn't a little kid anymore, it didn't really work out so well. Dean played football and had friends and was in a band where he played guitar and Castiel was just a quiet kid who was into musical theater. He would never have a shot with Dean, as he had come to realize many years ago. He would forever just be thought of as Sam's best friend, not Dean's boyfriend. And besides, Dean was straight, anyway. Why would he want someone like Castiel, even if he was bisexual or gay or some variation?
All these thoughts were running through Castiel's head when he heard the squeaky front door swing open, and the noises of Sam and Dean bickering. "But Dean," Sam argued, his voice cracking on his brother's name, "Dad said that if me and Cas wanted, we could go to the county fair this weekend! Remember? I specifically told him to tell you we could!"
Castiel could practically hear Dean's eye roll before he could reply, "I know what dad said, Sammy, but I said no. You know what's looming in the dark, and being outside with all of those people could be a huge problem. Dad may have promised you the fair, but I made an even more important promise to dad that I would keep you safe this weekend, alright?"
Sam huffed as he walked into the kitchen, completely ignoring Castiel for the minute as he continued the argument with his brother. "I'm fourteen, Dean!" He huffed again, "I'm not a kid anymore."
'Welcome to my life,' Castiel thought as he grabbed an apple from a fruit basket Sam had bought the other day in an attempt to be healthy or something. Dean looked over at Castiel before turning back to Sam.
"We'll finish this argument later," Dean said, walking over to Cas and ruffling up his hair, "Hey, kid. How's it going?" Castiel shrugged silently and took another bite of his apple. He had learned not to speak to Dean when Sam was mad at him, considering Sam was Castiel's best friend. Sam made a face at Dean and stuck out his tongue at his brother.
"If you'll excuse us, me and Castiel have some school work to do," He said, shooing his older brother off. Dean raised his hands in defense and walked out of the room. Sam looked back over at Castiel and tilted his head in a way Cas had learned was his apology tilt.
"Sorry about that. Dean can get a little over protective," He shrugged and got his algebra homework from his bag, "Then again, I suppose you already knew that." Sam huffed and looked up from the paper to meet Castiel's eyes, "Honestly, Cas, I don't know why all those girls have a thing for him. They treat Dean like he's the best thing since sliced bread."
Castiel blushed and shrugged, looking down at his own English homework, "I don't know, Sam." He said, and then muttered, "I think he's sort of cute."
Now, of course, this sentence was not meant to reach Sam's ears, but seeing as the boy had the ability to pick up just about any sound, he did. Sam nearly choked on the iced tea he had been drinking and looked back up at Castiel, "No! You have a thing for my brother!" He nearly yelled, knocking his algebra homework off the small table. Castiel honestly didn't know why this was a surprise, but perhaps since he had never ever told Sam that he was gay, "I didn't even know you had a thing for guys!"
"Shh," Castiel shushed Sam, nearly leaping across the table, "I don't need you to out me to the entire world!" Sam's shocked expression turned into a sheepish smile.
"I mean, it's great that you're gay and I'm totally cool with that, or whatever, but Dean? You really have a thing for my older brother? I mean, he's over-protective and disgusting and never cleans up, and is a total douchebag. And you wanna bang that?"
Castiel shrugged, "Quite honestly, Sam, I'd like that to bang me." Sam raised a hand to stop Castiel in his tracks and shook his head, looking back down at his algebra homework.
"Do whatever floats your boat, man. As long as I don't need to hear about you and Dean and-" He paused and waved a hand absent-mindedly, "-Whatever it is you two do. Deal?"
Castiel nodded and chucked absently, "Deal."
x
Dean drove up to the school when Sam and Castiel got out, honking his horn and yelling, "Come on, Sammy!" Castiel smiled softly at his friend and started to walk in the other direction when Sam stopped him. Ever since Cas had accidentally proclaimed his crush on Dean, Sam had been trying desperately to get the pair together, to no avail. Evidently, Dean still thought of Castiel as nothing more than a little brother, even after both teenager's attempts to get him to think otherwise.
"Hey, Dean!" Sam yelled, breaking Castiel out of his thoughts, "Can you give Cas a ride home, too?" Dean smiled fondly at his younger brother and nodded, motioning for the two of them to get into the crappy '67 Impala that had once belonged to John.
"Hey, Cas," Dean said once the two had gotten in, a smile thrown over to shoulder to the boy, "I like your jacket."
Castiel blushed and looked down at his lap, muttering a small, "Thanks, Dean," behind a sheepish, hopeful smile. Sam had to stop himself from cooing at how shy Castiel got around his older brother, (honestly, how had he not noticed that before?)and tapped Dean's shoulder to get his attention.
"Hey, Dee," He started, breaking his glance at Castiel to look over at his older brother, "Can we take Cas out for ice cream? Pretty please!" Dean rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly at Sam. He couldn't help it, his little brother's puppy dog eyes were pretty irresistible. He started the engine, which roared to life beneath them and shook Castiel, who had been in a trance ever since Dean had complimented his jacket and hadn't even noticed Sam's suggestion of ice cream.
"Yo, Cas." Dean started, pulling out of the high school parking lot, "How's ice cream sound to you? Good?" Sam gave Castiel a look then which, if Dean had seen, Castiel would have killed him for, and Castiel shot a look back at him before nodding.
"Uh, yeah. Ice cream sounds good." Castiel said in a voice squeakier than his normal, and if Dean noticed, he didn't say anything. The trio sat in a comfortable silence, which was only broken when Dean pulled into the parking lot of a local Friendly's. They walked in and got seated. Sam stated that he wanted to sit on his own because he was 'having cramps and needed room to stretch out,' which, while horrible, was a better excuse than, 'because I want you to make out with my best friend.' Dean and Castiel sat next to each other, kind of squished in the small booth the hostess had provided them with, but Castiel didn't mind.
'Of course you don't mind,' Castiel's internal monologue broke in, 'I bet you love being so close to Dean Winchester, you fucking pervert.'
It was pretty awkward, to say the least, what with Dean smirking and talking to the both of them so casually, no way of knowing that Castiel kind of wanted Dean to take him right there over the small table in the booth. Sam must of sensed the awkwardness, because his cheeks turned bright pink upon looking at Castiel, and he played with his hands instead of looking up at his older brother. To an outsider, this must of looked like two kids that had a massive crush on their babysitter or something, not like an eighteen year old, his younger brother, and his best friend who practically reeked of embarrassment and hormones. An interesting combination.
It was then that a waitress broke in to break the awkwardness, for lack of a better phrase. She had long blonde hair, obviously faked breasts and/or she stuffed her bra, and her skirt looked like it belonged on an eight year old schoolgirl by the size of it, definitely not an adult woman. "Hi, my name is Veronica," as if the trio couldn't read it on her nametag, "And I'll be your waitress for this afternoon. Can I get y'all anything to drink?" The y'all made Castiel roll his eyes. This woman was not a southern belle of any sort by a long shot. It seemed to work for Dean, however, who smiled at her, his charming, award-winning smile that could make any pair of panties in a five mile radius drop.
"Can I get a root beer float, sweetheart?" He asked, smiling wider as she blushed and scribbled his order down. Veronica then turned to Castiel, who rolled his eyes before looking up at her with a deadpan expression.
"Could I get a milkshake, /sweetheart/?" He asked, the word oozing out of his mouth, "Oh yeah, and I'd also like for you to cut the crap. We're not interested. Ciao." Veronica huffed at his words and quickly took Sam''s order before walking away.
Dean chuckled, "Well, someone's jealous." Sam huffed, (a recurring theme today, Castiel thought,)and shot Cas a look.
"I'm surprised you haven't noticed Castiel's raging hard-on for you, yet." Sam said with an eye roll, so comfortable around his older brother that he hadn't even noticed what he said. Dean looked over at Castiel with a shocked expression and suddenly, the teenager felt like he was going to be sick. This was it, his secret was out and Dean knew. Dean was going to hate him forever. He was never going to want to see Castiel again. He was going to think Cas was a gay freak and everyone in the whole school would know and he didn't even want to be out of the closet, he didn't have a firm grasp on his sexuality and-
Suddenly, Dean Winchester's lips were on his.
It was a soft kiss, gentle, like Dean didn't want to scare Castiel off. It realistically only lasted a minute, but Castiel felt like it lasted an hour, multiple hours, days even. It took him a minute to process the fact that he had apparently closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw Dean smirking down at him. The older man slung a hand around his waist and said simply,
"And I'm surprised you haven't noticed my raging hard-on for you, kid."
All Castiel could do was kiss him again.
x
From then on, whenever Castiel would come over to do homework with Sam or just to hang out with the Winchesters while John was away, (which was often,) Dean would still come in bouncing and ruffle his hair and say something along the lines of, "Hey kid, how's it going?" The only difference was that occasionally he would get a soft kiss or an extra fond smile, (or is ass groped, if Dean was feeling cheeky), along with it. Sometimes he didn't have to come over with an excuse that he needed homework help when Sam knew that he didn't, sometimes he could come over for movie nights or dinner dates or just because he missed his boyfriend and wanted to say hello.
Boyfriend. Now that's not something a kid says every day.
The word family drips from Castiel's mind like an open, oozing sore. Unbeknownst to Dean, Cas had loved Sam's older brother from the moment he barged into Sam's bedroom at twelve years old and proclaimed that he had a date with Rhonda Hurley. Since then, he had always treated Castiel the same as he did Sam, and since Sam was his younger brother, it was only natural that Dean treat Cas the same way.
But he wasn't some chubby eight year old now. He was fourteen years old and he and Sam were freshmen in the same shitty high school where Dean was a very popular senior, and though he tried his hardest to prove to Dean that he wasn't a little kid anymore, it didn't really work out so well. Dean played football and had friends and was in a band where he played guitar and Castiel was just a quiet kid who was into musical theater. He would never have a shot with Dean, as he had come to realize many years ago. He would forever just be thought of as Sam's best friend, not Dean's boyfriend. And besides, Dean was straight, anyway. Why would he want someone like Castiel, even if he was bisexual or gay or some variation?
All these thoughts were running through Castiel's head when he heard the squeaky front door swing open, and the noises of Sam and Dean bickering. "But Dean," Sam argued, his voice cracking on his brother's name, "Dad said that if me and Cas wanted, we could go to the county fair this weekend! Remember? I specifically told him to tell you we could!"
Castiel could practically hear Dean's eye roll before he could reply, "I know what dad said, Sammy, but I said no. You know what's looming in the dark, and being outside with all of those people could be a huge problem. Dad may have promised you the fair, but I made an even more important promise to dad that I would keep you safe this weekend, alright?"
Sam huffed as he walked into the kitchen, completely ignoring Castiel for the minute as he continued the argument with his brother. "I'm fourteen, Dean!" He huffed again, "I'm not a kid anymore."
'Welcome to my life,' Castiel thought as he grabbed an apple from a fruit basket Sam had bought the other day in an attempt to be healthy or something. Dean looked over at Castiel before turning back to Sam.
"We'll finish this argument later," Dean said, walking over to Cas and ruffling up his hair, "Hey, kid. How's it going?" Castiel shrugged silently and took another bite of his apple. He had learned not to speak to Dean when Sam was mad at him, considering Sam was Castiel's best friend. Sam made a face at Dean and stuck out his tongue at his brother.
"If you'll excuse us, me and Castiel have some school work to do," He said, shooing his older brother off. Dean raised his hands in defense and walked out of the room. Sam looked back over at Castiel and tilted his head in a way Cas had learned was his apology tilt.
"Sorry about that. Dean can get a little over protective," He shrugged and got his algebra homework from his bag, "Then again, I suppose you already knew that." Sam huffed and looked up from the paper to meet Castiel's eyes, "Honestly, Cas, I don't know why all those girls have a thing for him. They treat Dean like he's the best thing since sliced bread."
Castiel blushed and shrugged, looking down at his own English homework, "I don't know, Sam." He said, and then muttered, "I think he's sort of cute."
Now, of course, this sentence was not meant to reach Sam's ears, but seeing as the boy had the ability to pick up just about any sound, he did. Sam nearly choked on the iced tea he had been drinking and looked back up at Castiel, "No! You have a thing for my brother!" He nearly yelled, knocking his algebra homework off the small table. Castiel honestly didn't know why this was a surprise, but perhaps since he had never ever told Sam that he was gay, "I didn't even know you had a thing for guys!"
"Shh," Castiel shushed Sam, nearly leaping across the table, "I don't need you to out me to the entire world!" Sam's shocked expression turned into a sheepish smile.
"I mean, it's great that you're gay and I'm totally cool with that, or whatever, but Dean? You really have a thing for my older brother? I mean, he's over-protective and disgusting and never cleans up, and is a total douchebag. And you wanna bang that?"
Castiel shrugged, "Quite honestly, Sam, I'd like that to bang me." Sam raised a hand to stop Castiel in his tracks and shook his head, looking back down at his algebra homework.
"Do whatever floats your boat, man. As long as I don't need to hear about you and Dean and-" He paused and waved a hand absent-mindedly, "-Whatever it is you two do. Deal?"
Castiel nodded and chucked absently, "Deal."
x
Dean drove up to the school when Sam and Castiel got out, honking his horn and yelling, "Come on, Sammy!" Castiel smiled softly at his friend and started to walk in the other direction when Sam stopped him. Ever since Cas had accidentally proclaimed his crush on Dean, Sam had been trying desperately to get the pair together, to no avail. Evidently, Dean still thought of Castiel as nothing more than a little brother, even after both teenager's attempts to get him to think otherwise.
"Hey, Dean!" Sam yelled, breaking Castiel out of his thoughts, "Can you give Cas a ride home, too?" Dean smiled fondly at his younger brother and nodded, motioning for the two of them to get into the crappy '67 Impala that had once belonged to John.
"Hey, Cas," Dean said once the two had gotten in, a smile thrown over to shoulder to the boy, "I like your jacket."
Castiel blushed and looked down at his lap, muttering a small, "Thanks, Dean," behind a sheepish, hopeful smile. Sam had to stop himself from cooing at how shy Castiel got around his older brother, (honestly, how had he not noticed that before?)and tapped Dean's shoulder to get his attention.
"Hey, Dee," He started, breaking his glance at Castiel to look over at his older brother, "Can we take Cas out for ice cream? Pretty please!" Dean rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly at Sam. He couldn't help it, his little brother's puppy dog eyes were pretty irresistible. He started the engine, which roared to life beneath them and shook Castiel, who had been in a trance ever since Dean had complimented his jacket and hadn't even noticed Sam's suggestion of ice cream.
"Yo, Cas." Dean started, pulling out of the high school parking lot, "How's ice cream sound to you? Good?" Sam gave Castiel a look then which, if Dean had seen, Castiel would have killed him for, and Castiel shot a look back at him before nodding.
"Uh, yeah. Ice cream sounds good." Castiel said in a voice squeakier than his normal, and if Dean noticed, he didn't say anything. The trio sat in a comfortable silence, which was only broken when Dean pulled into the parking lot of a local Friendly's. They walked in and got seated. Sam stated that he wanted to sit on his own because he was 'having cramps and needed room to stretch out,' which, while horrible, was a better excuse than, 'because I want you to make out with my best friend.' Dean and Castiel sat next to each other, kind of squished in the small booth the hostess had provided them with, but Castiel didn't mind.
'Of course you don't mind,' Castiel's internal monologue broke in, 'I bet you love being so close to Dean Winchester, you fucking pervert.'
It was pretty awkward, to say the least, what with Dean smirking and talking to the both of them so casually, no way of knowing that Castiel kind of wanted Dean to take him right there over the small table in the booth. Sam must of sensed the awkwardness, because his cheeks turned bright pink upon looking at Castiel, and he played with his hands instead of looking up at his older brother. To an outsider, this must of looked like two kids that had a massive crush on their babysitter or something, not like an eighteen year old, his younger brother, and his best friend who practically reeked of embarrassment and hormones. An interesting combination.
It was then that a waitress broke in to break the awkwardness, for lack of a better phrase. She had long blonde hair, obviously faked breasts and/or she stuffed her bra, and her skirt looked like it belonged on an eight year old schoolgirl by the size of it, definitely not an adult woman. "Hi, my name is Veronica," as if the trio couldn't read it on her nametag, "And I'll be your waitress for this afternoon. Can I get y'all anything to drink?" The y'all made Castiel roll his eyes. This woman was not a southern belle of any sort by a long shot. It seemed to work for Dean, however, who smiled at her, his charming, award-winning smile that could make any pair of panties in a five mile radius drop.
"Can I get a root beer float, sweetheart?" He asked, smiling wider as she blushed and scribbled his order down. Veronica then turned to Castiel, who rolled his eyes before looking up at her with a deadpan expression.
"Could I get a milkshake, /sweetheart/?" He asked, the word oozing out of his mouth, "Oh yeah, and I'd also like for you to cut the crap. We're not interested. Ciao." Veronica huffed at his words and quickly took Sam''s order before walking away.
Dean chuckled, "Well, someone's jealous." Sam huffed, (a recurring theme today, Castiel thought,)and shot Cas a look.
"I'm surprised you haven't noticed Castiel's raging hard-on for you, yet." Sam said with an eye roll, so comfortable around his older brother that he hadn't even noticed what he said. Dean looked over at Castiel with a shocked expression and suddenly, the teenager felt like he was going to be sick. This was it, his secret was out and Dean knew. Dean was going to hate him forever. He was never going to want to see Castiel again. He was going to think Cas was a gay freak and everyone in the whole school would know and he didn't even want to be out of the closet, he didn't have a firm grasp on his sexuality and-
Suddenly, Dean Winchester's lips were on his.
It was a soft kiss, gentle, like Dean didn't want to scare Castiel off. It realistically only lasted a minute, but Castiel felt like it lasted an hour, multiple hours, days even. It took him a minute to process the fact that he had apparently closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw Dean smirking down at him. The older man slung a hand around his waist and said simply,
"And I'm surprised you haven't noticed my raging hard-on for you, kid."
All Castiel could do was kiss him again.
x
From then on, whenever Castiel would come over to do homework with Sam or just to hang out with the Winchesters while John was away, (which was often,) Dean would still come in bouncing and ruffle his hair and say something along the lines of, "Hey kid, how's it going?" The only difference was that occasionally he would get a soft kiss or an extra fond smile, (or is ass groped, if Dean was feeling cheeky), along with it. Sometimes he didn't have to come over with an excuse that he needed homework help when Sam knew that he didn't, sometimes he could come over for movie nights or dinner dates or just because he missed his boyfriend and wanted to say hello.
Boyfriend. Now that's not something a kid says every day.