SPN/J2 BB: Family of Choice 2/6
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Part Two
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Dean looked twice when he saw Castiel at school the next day. The boy looked like he was in some serious pain, moving slowly and hunching in on himself, seemingly avoiding all contact. He was limping slightly and his left arm was underneath his sweater, looking like it was in a sling of some sort. Given the odd positioning however, Dean would bet money on the kid's shoulder being dislocated.
Dean felt a fire of protectiveness flare up inside him. For some reason seeing Castiel beaten and broken really pissed him off. If he ever came face to face with whoever did this, there would be some serious consequences. At the very least he'd pop the asshole's shoulder out himself, just to see how the fucker liked it. He was a little surprised by how intense the desire to keep an unrelated boy safe was, but decided not to think about it too much.
Instead, Dean walked over and leaned against the locker next to where Castiel was slowly changing his books. The boy tensed at his approach, and Dean's suspicions were confirmed.
“You need help getting your shoulder back in place?” Castiel looked up, eyes wide in fear, and Dean did his best to look non-threatening. “Easy. Not gonna hurt you. I just know how to fix a dislocated shoulder. Besides if I can tell, so will one of the teachers, and then you'd really be in trouble.”
“How do you know? How... how can you fix it?” Castiel spoke in a low tone, his head tilted to one side, making him look like an adorable puppy that had been kicked. Dean tried to shake that image out of his mind.
“You're not the only one to have a shitty family life,” Dean shrugged, not meeting Castiel's gaze. He knew that he was insinuating that his dad beat them up, but he could hardly say that they all needed various first aid after a run-in with a particularly violent poltergeist.
Castiel stared at him a beat longer, then dropped his eyes. Dean thought he could see a hint of shame on the boy's face.
“I... I fell off my bicycle...”
“Save the bullshit,” Dean waved him off. “You can't tell me the truth, and it's not real important anyway. Right now is about damage control and stopping that from hurting like a son of a bitch. Skip first period and meet me out back of the library.”
With that, Dean pushed off from the locker. He made his way down the hallway, fighting the urge to check and see if Castiel was following him. One of the first rules of hunting was to know your ground, so the first day in town Dean had cased both his and Sam's schools. The garden behind the library was most likely to be give them some privacy at this time of day, and if they sat on the ground they would be out of sight from any of the buildings. He wasn't waiting long before Castiel appeared, still looking like a skittish wild animal.
“C'mere,” Dean gestured as he sat down, legs splayed in a 'v' shape and patted the ground between them. Castiel gently sank to the ground, his back to Dean's chest. “Bundle up your coat and bite into it. This is gonna hurt like a bitch, but then it'll be better.”
He gave Castiel a moment to follow his instructions, then wrapped his arms around the younger boy's chest. It felt surprisingly good to hold him like this, even if Castiel did tense up completely as soon as he was touched, and Dean gave them both a moment to just sit.
Then he moved quickly, the ball and socket snapping back into place easily as a pained grunt escaped. Dean was a little impressed - for that to be the only reaction, Castiel had to have a pretty high tolerance for pain.
Until, that is, he considered how Castiel would have learned to have high pain tolerance. Then he was mad all over again. He continued to hold Castiel, rubbing up and down the boy's arms and rocking slightly as he hummed softly. It was something he'd done countless times to Sam, whenever his little brother was upset or ill. For some reason, it just seemed second nature to treat Castiel the same way.
After a few minutes, Castiel seemed to go boneless, leaning back into Dean's touch and breathing easier. Without stopping to think about it, Dean pressed a brief kiss to the crown of his head. He felt Castiel start to tense up, but quickly spoke over the awkward moment.
“My little brother and I are staying over on 1245 Hodge Street, apartment seven. You ever need somewhere to lay low, we'll watch out for you.”
“...Okay,” Castiel whispered. Dean wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but Castiel seemed to almost snuggle backwards. While he always maintained that he wasn't a snuggler, it seemed appropriate right now. So instead of trying to get to class, the pair sat on the ground behind the library for the entirety of first period.
~*~
Dean was distracted during his Spanish class a few days later. His mind kept wandering back to Castiel, wondering how he could help the boy.
“Hey,” a soft voice beside him spoke. “Do you know the answer to this one?”
Turning a little, Dean took in the girl sitting to his left. She was pretty, but for some reason didn't pique his interest. He glanced at the question she was pointing to, and shook his head.
“Nope. Spanish is all Greek to me.”
The girl blinked in confusion, and Dean turned back to his own book - though he didn't bother trying to concentrate on it. He was too busy wondering if Castiel was going to be okay, or if he should try to kidnap the boy.
~*~
Sam watched as Dean moved around the kitchen making dinner. Out of necessity Dean had become pretty good at cooking filling meals, and sometimes Sam hated their father for that.
Right now he was putting a stew together to keep them fed for a few days, but Sam could tell that something was distracting his brother.
“Shit!” Dean muttered, pulling his hand back from where he'd nearly burned himself, and Sam decided to try talking to him.
“What's up Dean? You never hurt yourself in the kitchen.”
“I, ah...” Dean glanced over, then shrugged and let out a sheepish grin. “Just worried about this kid at school. Castiel. His family's beating him up, I reset a dislocated shoulder for him the other day. I dunno how he's still with 'em.”
Sam was immediately outraged on behalf of Castiel, even if he'd never met the boy.
“That's so not right! Can we kidnap him and take him somewhere safe? No one'll notice we're not here any more.”
“Nah, not right now,” Dean let out a laugh, which calmed Sam a little. “I told him that we're here though, if he needs to escape.”
“Good,” Sam nodded emphatically. “We'd take care of him, wouldn't we?”
“You bet.” Dean looked a little happier as he started cutting up vegetables, and Sam relaxed more as his brother did the same.
That night, neither of them drew attention to the fact that Sam got straight into bed with Dean, not even pretending to sleep in his own bed. They both needed the reassurance that the other was there and safe.
~*~
The next day, Dean spotted Castiel in the halls. The boy was still hunched in on himself, but didn't seem to have any new injuries. That was good. Dean started to wonder if maybe he should start slipping Castiel some of the extra-strong painkillers that he kept in the Impala's first aid box.
Castiel looked up then, and met Dean's eyes. Dean smiled and nodded slightly, but Castiel just flushed and looked away. That made Dean frown, wondering why the boy would be so wary of him. Hadn't he already proven that he wanted to help?
Pondering the Castiel situation, Dean made his way to his class. He knew that he wasn't going to learn much being so distracted, but at least he was turning up.
~*~
Dean was watching Castiel across the cafeteria. The boy was sitting alone, as usual, hunched in on himself as he ate. The boys around Dean were all being their usual loud selves, but one elbowed him in the side.
“Hey, you watching Castiel for something?”
“Just curious,” Dean shrugged.
“Yeah, well, I wouldn't try anything,” Josh warned. “He can hold his own verbally, even he's a bit of an oddball. And don't try fighting him.”
“Why not?”
“Well, he won't start a fight if he can help it, but he's got a mean right hook. When he needs to, he fights like a wild animal.”
“Huh.” Dean looked across the room again, and noticed that Castiel was looking over. He raised an eyebrow, and Castiel looked away immediately. Dean smirked to himself, then turned back to his lunch. It was something to consider, though. If Castiel was so good at fighting, why was he getting beaten up at home? If he could stand up to bullies, what was it stopping him from standing up to his family or getting help?
~*~
There was shouting downstairs again. Castiel opened the door a crack to find out what it was, but could only hear his father's voice. So he was probably on the phone, and it probably didn't have anything to do with him.
Castiel closed the door and went back to sitting on his bed, trying to finish his homework. It was difficult, since he really didn't understand science very well, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He had no idea who he could ask for help, not even his teachers.
His mind briefly flicked to Dean, the odd older boy who kept talking to him, but he quickly discarded the idea. Dean was probably just trying to get close to him so that he could... Castiel couldn't finish the thought. He just didn't think that Dean was that sort of person.
It took about an hour before Castiel thought he'd done a good enough job. He sighed in relief, then pulled his math book out. He was good at math, numbers made so much more sense to him.
~*~
“Hey Castiel,” Dean spoke as he leaned against the locker. Castiel seemed to jump a little and looked up, eyes wide with apprehension. “I hear you're good in a fight. I'm a little out of practice, you wanna spar some time?”
“I...” Castiel looked completely thrown. “I have no formal training. I just... do what it takes.”
“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “That's what most fighting is.” He shrugged and grinned, knowing he needed to get to class soon. “Well, you ever want to practice let me know. I'm getting out of shape here.”
Castiel's eyes glanced down then, over Dean's chest and shoulders, and Dean couldn't keep the grin off his face. Then Castiel looked up again, and blushed.
“O... okay...” he stammered out. Dean reached out and tousled his hair, before heading to class.
~*~
Castiel watched Dean walk away, confused. He could still feel the heat of his face, and his heart was beating hard. It almost felt like his scalp was tingling where Dean had touched him. He wasn't sure what was going on, if maybe something was wrong with him.
“Stupid fag,” someone muttered as they walked past, and Castiel turned back to his locker. It wasn't until he'd swapped over his books that he wondered if that was it. Maybe he was actually gay. Maybe he had a crush on Dean.
After a pause, he sighed and continued on. It wasn't like anything was going to happen. What could Dean possibly see in him in return? Dean was kind, handsome, and strong. Castiel... well, he was a useless freak.
No way would anyone in high school want him.
~*~
On the next Thursday evening, Sam was a little distracted as he ate his dinner. There was something he really wanted to ask, but wasn't sure if Dean would allow it. Dad never did, but Dean was better than Dad, so maybe...
“What's on your mind, Sammy?” Dean spoke up, and Sam glanced at him. “I can hear the wheels churning from over here. Spit it out.”
“Well, I was wondering... can I bring someone home tomorrow? To hang out for a while? Please?”
“Don't see why not,” Dean shrugged, and Sam grinned at him. “Got someone in mind?”
“Yeah, Ruby,” Sam blushed a little as he dropped his head to look at his dinner. “She's really pretty, and she said it's cool how it's just us.”
“I see. You're starting to like girls!” Dean was smirking at him, Sam just knew it. “Aw, little Sammy's growing up so fast!”
“Oh shut up,” Sam tried to glare at his brother. “At least I've got someone to bring home. You're too busy pining over Castiel to chase the girls around.”
“Pining?” Dean spluttered, and Sam counted that as a point for himself. “Dude, I'm not pining over anyone!”
“Yes you are,” Sam didn't bother trying to keep the smug tone out of his voice. “You wanna date Castiel.”
“In case you hadn't noticed,” Dean retorted, “Cas and I are both boys.”
“So? You've kissed boys before.”
“How did you know?” Dean sounded surprised, and Sam looked up to see his brother staring at him in shock.
“C'mon Dean, I learned to fake sleep years ago,” Sam rolled his eyes. “You were the one who taught me to, remember? There was that boy, Chad, the one who you then punched for teasing me. And you were making out with Chris when you were meant to be keeping an eye on me at the arcade a few months back. And you flirted with the soccer coach to let me try out for the team when we moved schools before that...”
“Damn,” Dean sounded a little impressed. “You keep better track of my partners than I do.”
“Yeah,” Sam shrugged. “That's how I know you want to do the same with Castiel.”
“Fine,” Dean gave in. “You invite your little friend Ruby, and I'll invite Cas to come over too. No way is my little brother going to get some before I do.”
“You realise you sound like a douche, right?” Sam pointed out as Dean started to clear the table. His brother laughed and shrugged.
“Yeah, but you know what I meant.”
~*~
“Hey, Cas,” Dean started as he leaned against the locker next to Castiel's on Friday afternoon. “My little brother's bringing one of his friends home tonight. You wanna come hang out, save me from the ankle-biters?”
Castiel looked back, blinking slowly, and for a moment Dean wondered if he'd said something wrong.
“You called me Cas,” the boy sounded puzzled.
“Well, yeah,” Dean shrugged. “Castiel's a bit of a mouthful. Cas is easier. You mind?”
“No,” Castiel shook his head a little, the corners of his mouth tilting up slightly in a shy smile. “I like it.”
“Good. So, hanging out tonight?”
“I would enjoy that.”
The boys walked out of the building together, Dean easily ignoring the curious looks. He did his best to engage Castiel in conversation, though it wasn't easy. Apparently Castiel was a rather literal person.
“Hey Sammy!” Dean shouted when he saw his brother standing with a slim blond girl. He couldn't help the grin that formed - Sam was already following in his footsteps, scoring the hottest chicks.
“Hey Dean,” Sam grinned back at him. “This is Ruby.”
“Ruby. Right,” Dean nodded. He kept the thought that it was a stripper's name to himself. “This is... uh, guys?” It was then that he noticed Ruby glaring at Cas. Castiel was staring at the ground, seeming to shrink in on himself.
“That's Castiel,” Ruby spat. “Best not get too close, he'll turn you into a freak too.”
“What?” Dean snapped. It was bad enough that everyone at school seemed to treat Cas as an outcast, but for a girl from primary school to do so as well?
“She is my little sister,” Dean heard Castiel whisper. “I'll... I'll leave you in peace.”
“Hey, wait,” Dean tried to protest.
“Good,” Ruby turned her nose up, and Dean was struck with the sudden urge to drop-kick a twelve-year-old girl.
“Ruby?” Sam spoke up then. “You're not my best friend any more. You're a bitch.”
Dean mentally cheered his little brother, and smiled at him in approval. While the blond girl stared in shock, Sam came over and took Dean and Castiel's hands in his own, so that he was between them, and started walking home. Castiel was pulled along without being given a chance to protest, which suited Dean just fine.
“We started reading The Loner today in English,” Sam started nattering on about school, just like usual. “That's the one we were reading in that school at the start of the year, I'm glad I'll get to finish it.”
“Cool,” Dean nodded. “You have enough at lunch? Or do we need to stop off at the supermarket?”
“I had enough,” Sam confirmed absently before taking off again. “Oh, and we played dodgeball. It was easy, I won.”
“That's my boy!” Dean allowed the pride to slip into his tone. He glanced across at Castiel, who was still shooting them both puzzled looks, though he did seem grateful for not being cast away.
~*~
Sam made a frustrated sound as he erased his answer yet again. He was trying to do his math homework now so that he wouldn't worry about it later in the weekend, but he was having trouble. Part of the problem with moving schools so much.
“Do you need some help?” A soft voice asked, and Sam looked up. Castiel was standing on the other side of the table, looking nervous. Sam grinned and kicked out the chair beside him.
“Thanks. Math is hard, and Dean never pays much attention to it, so he's no good at explaining it.”
Castiel seemed a little awkward as he sat down and looked over what Sam had written, but as the time went on he relaxed. Sam found that it was easy to listen to his voice, that Castiel was a natural teacher, and by the time they'd gone through all the problems Sam was sure he understood better.
“I am glad I could help,” Castiel looked down. “I wished to apologise.”
“What for?” Sam asked, scrunching up his forehead as he thought.
“I made you leave your friend. Things may not be easy for you now that you have refused her.”
“Forget her,” Sam shook his head. “Being your sister doesn't mean that it's okay for her to be mean to you. She sucks. So I don't want to be her friend.” He shrugged and got down from his chair. “Where's Dean? It's nearly time for dinner.”
As far as Sam was concerned, that was that.
~*~
Castiel couldn't believe the family he'd stumbled across. The only time he'd been this close to a family that loved each other was when he'd spent a summer with his uncle Gabriel and cousin Balthazar. Sure Balthazar was a trouble maker, always testing the limits on how far he could get away with stuff, but Gabriel never really got angry about it or punished him too much. Gabriel had even encouraged Castiel to act out a little and go along with Balthazar's schemes.
As soon as he'd gotten home, however, Raphael and Michael had taken it in turns to beat Castiel, making sure he knew that he wasn't welcome to stay with Gabriel any more. His father had warned him not to try to bother his cousin with phone calls or anything. After that, there had always been some excuse as to why he couldn't visit, and Gabriel never visited him either. Just another family member who got his hopes up before ignoring him.
Dean and Sam, however... something about their dynamic both soothed and called to Castiel. Dean acted like the good fathers that Castiel had read about in books, taking care of Sam and making sure he was safe and happy. Sam, meanwhile, didn't act out or talk back. Well, not too much, anyway. There was a steady back-and-forth flow between the brothers, something that Castiel wished he could have with someone.
~*~
Dean listened as Castiel finished explaining the math problems to Sam, and felt his crush growing stronger as the two interacted easily. There was just something about Cas that drew Dean in, kept him off balance but made him want to protect Cas anyway.
So maybe Sam was right, and Dean was pining after Cas... that was going to change tonight. Dean was determined to actually do something about it, and at least kiss Castiel.
“You staying for dinner?” Dean asked as he stepped into the kitchen where Sam had been doing his homework. “I'm making pasta.”
“Cool!” Sam grinned widely. “Cas, you gotta stay. His cooking's awesome.”
“If that is all right,” Castiel looked nervous. “I do not wish to intrude.”
“You're not intruding,” Dean shook his head as he started getting out the ingredients. “Anyway, it's not like it's a hard meal to make. I just use sauce from the store, no way I've got time to make my own.”
“Very well,” Cas nodded. “I shall call home and let them know.” He left the room, and Sam ran over to give Dean a hug.
“What was that for?” Dean asked, though he naturally hugged back.
“For making him stay,” Sam replied. “I like him. You'll be nice to him, right? Be his boyfriend and not just bail on him?”
“Of course I'll treat him right,” Dean squeezed Sam back before turning to the oven. “He gets under your skin pretty quick.”
“And you like having him there, right?”
“Sure do.”
~*~
“C'mon Sammy,” Dean was smiling as he half-carried his brother away from the couch. “Time for bed.”
“But I'm not tired...”
“Yes you are. If I let you go you'd fall over.”
At that, Sam clutched tighter to Dean.
“No! Don't let me fall.”
“Never, baby boy,” Dean said softly as they left the room. Castiel felt his heart ache and he wished fervently that someone would take care of him like that. Knowing that it was unlikely to happen - at least not until he was old enough to leave for college and find a partner - he turned back to the movie.
On the screen, the couple were starting to get hot and heavy, and Castiel shifted a little. He was partly fascinated, never having been allowed to watch anything like this, and part embarrassed by how his body was reacting. What was he supposed to do when Dean came back and sat next to him?
The question was answered a few minutes later when Dean flopped back onto the couch, sprawling out to cover most of the available space. The couple on the television were falling down onto the bed, and Castiel just knew that he was blushing furiously as Dean's head bumped against his shoulder.
“Hey Cas,” Dean asked, chin resting on Castiel's shoulder. “How old are you, anyway?”
“Fourteen,” Castiel whispered. “Though I shall be fifteen at the end of the month.”
“Cool,” Dean nodded then, raising one hand to cup Castiel's cheek. “You ever done this before?”
“Done what?” Castiel tilted his head to one side, not understanding what Dean was getting at. He realised just how close Dean's face was as the older boy huffed out a laugh, breath drifting over Castiel's face.
“This,” Dean whispered just before kissing him.
Castiel felt his mind go blank.
~*~
Dean had his answer when Castiel froze up, not pushing him away but clearly not having any idea as to how to proceed. So Dean did his best to show the boy, and gradually felt Cas melt into him, pressing back, hands coming up to rest on Dean's forearms. Cas was a quick learner, and soon Dean was able to deepen the kiss as he wrapped his arms properly around the younger boy.
As he dragged Cas closer, Dean could feel his arousal hadn't diminished at all, and couldn't resist rubbing his leg against Castiel's crotch.
At that, however, Cas froze again for a moment, then started pulling away.
“Hey, sorry,” Dean tried to calm him down. “Too fast?”
“Let me go,” Castiel was shaking now, nearly panicking, and Dean's instinct was to hold him closer. “Please Dean, you have to-”
There was movement then on Castiel's back, and Dean let go in surprise. Cas jumped backwards, stumbling a little as he tried to flee, though he barely made it five steps before he fell to his knees with a pained cry, something ripping his shirt open from the back.
Dean gaped for a second as enormous black wings burst through Castiel's skin, then leapt forward and tackled Cas to the ground. He was about to lay into the creature, when he realised Castiel was trembling, eyes screwed shut as he tried to make himself smaller - and he wasn't fighting Dean. The fear evident in the winged boy was enough to get through the first 'It's a monster' rage, and allowed Dean to properly process what he was seeing.
The wings were each about as large as Castiel himself, mostly black with a few dark grey feathers mixed in. Despite the colouring, they didn't look like typical monster appendages. If anything, Castiel looked like what he'd imagined angels to be when he was a child. A few things seemed to click into place, and Dean loosened his grip a little, instead holding himself above Castiel.
“Is this why they beat you up?” He asked, trying to keep his voice soft. “Because of these?”
A frightened, whimpering sound left Castiel's throat, and Dean's heart melted. He couldn't stand seeing anyone so afraid. Dean made soft, soothing noises of his own as he nuzzled against Castiel's hair, his hand coming up to stroke the feathers of one wing. It was so soft, Dean immediately thought of sleeping with one of the wings covering him.
“Talk to me Cas,” Dean spoke again, fingers carding through the dark feathers. “Do your family beat you because you have wings?”
“...No,” Castiel whispered back, finally talking but still trembling. “We, my father... we are Eyrians. It's genetic.”
“Huh. Never heard of Eyrians.” Dean dug his fingers in a little harder, and to his surprise Castiel suddenly arched underneath him.
“Ah,” Castiel couldn't seem to stop the gasp that slipped out of him. Dean paused, then dug his fingers in again, and grinned to himself when Castiel arched up again, clearly aroused again despite the fear. He backed off a little, wanting to get the whole story before they went any further.
“C'mon babe, talk to me,” he spoke against the side of Castiel's neck, both comforting and coaxing.
“My father...” Castiel's wings fluttered, apparently trying to get closer to Dean again. So Dean gently stroked the wings as Castiel spoke. “My father is Lucifer Angelou. He had a good marriage, but his wife was human, and she only had two human daughters. Meg and Ruby. Father had an affair with another Eyrian.” Cas fell silent for a moment, and Dean realised that flat on his back probably wasn't a very comfortable position.
Instead, Dean pushed up to sit back on his heels, and pulled Cas up to sit on his lap. They were still pressed together, and Dean alternated between stroking Castiel's wings and back, waiting for him to start speaking again.
“Mother left me at the police station when I was a fledgeling,” Castiel continued after a few minutes. “I believe that is why my wings are black, and still do not always obey my wishes. Because my egg was not properly cared for, and as a hatchling I was not properly nurtured. My arrival destroyed my father's marriage. Lilith divorced him, and took Meg to live with her because she couldn't stand me, I am abnormal and bring too much wrong attention, and it's all my fault...” Cas trailed off in a whimper, sounding close to tears.
“No it's not,” Dean asserted, fighting down the fury at the whole Angelou family. “You're gorgeous, babe.” An idea crossed his mind, and Dean started massaging Castiel's wings, slowly digging in harder as he breathed praises against Castiel's skin between gentle kisses. “Your eyes are absolutely beautiful, skin so clear and soft. You're stronger than you look, not too muscled or anything. Sure you could do with some more meat on your bones, but stick with us and I'll make sure you're fed properly.” As he spoke and continued his caresses, Dean noticed that Cas was breathing faster. The younger boy's hands came up to clutch at Dean's shoulders, keeping him close which was fine with Dean. “And your wings are fucking gorgeous, soft and strong, I'd love to spend all night wrapped up in 'em.”
With a final biting kiss to Castiel's neck, the dark wings briefly furled in before shooting back out, Cas' head tilting back as a loud cry left his lips.
Surprised, Dean held Cas as the boy trembled for a whole new reason, Castiel panting as he came down from the high of what was probably his first orgasm. The fact that it seemed to mostly come from Dean caressing his wings and speaking to him was something that Dean had a hard time wrapping his head around. So they stayed wrapped around each other as Castiel's breathing evened out.
“Dean?” A sleepy voice called then, and Dean glanced over at his little brother. “I heard a... woah, Cas, are you an angel?”
“Not quite,” Dean grinned as Sam ran over, eyes wide with wonder. Cas seemed to be trying to shrink in on himself, but Dean refused to let him.
“Your wings are so cool,” Sam said. “Can I touch them?”
Cas looked between the brothers for a moment, then shyly nodded.
“Be gentle,” Dean warned his brother. “They're pretty sensitive.”
“Okay.” Sam stroked carefully along the outer feathers, which didn't seem to get Cas worked up again. “Wow...”
“Happy now?” Dean grinned. Sam nodded, eyes still wide. “Good. Back to bed. We're busy.”
“What? Why are you... ew, Dean, are you being a pervert again?” Sam scrunched up his face in disgust. “Cas, if he's being too grabby just say so. Dean doesn't always think with the brain in his head.”
“Sammy! Beat it!”
Sam turned and huffed back to their room, though Dean spotted a small smile tugging at his mouth. Dean took a breath and met Castiel's eyes, wondering if the other boy understood the implications of Sam's outburst. But he just looked a little confused, and hopeful.
“Dean?” Cas tilted his head, and Dean wanted to kiss the confusion off his face. “Does this mean that... you want...”
“I want you,” Dean nodded and leaned in again. Castiel slumped in Dean's arms as they kissed, seemingly giving in to whatever Dean wanted.
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Part Two
~*~
Dean looked twice when he saw Castiel at school the next day. The boy looked like he was in some serious pain, moving slowly and hunching in on himself, seemingly avoiding all contact. He was limping slightly and his left arm was underneath his sweater, looking like it was in a sling of some sort. Given the odd positioning however, Dean would bet money on the kid's shoulder being dislocated.
Dean felt a fire of protectiveness flare up inside him. For some reason seeing Castiel beaten and broken really pissed him off. If he ever came face to face with whoever did this, there would be some serious consequences. At the very least he'd pop the asshole's shoulder out himself, just to see how the fucker liked it. He was a little surprised by how intense the desire to keep an unrelated boy safe was, but decided not to think about it too much.
Instead, Dean walked over and leaned against the locker next to where Castiel was slowly changing his books. The boy tensed at his approach, and Dean's suspicions were confirmed.
“You need help getting your shoulder back in place?” Castiel looked up, eyes wide in fear, and Dean did his best to look non-threatening. “Easy. Not gonna hurt you. I just know how to fix a dislocated shoulder. Besides if I can tell, so will one of the teachers, and then you'd really be in trouble.”
“How do you know? How... how can you fix it?” Castiel spoke in a low tone, his head tilted to one side, making him look like an adorable puppy that had been kicked. Dean tried to shake that image out of his mind.
“You're not the only one to have a shitty family life,” Dean shrugged, not meeting Castiel's gaze. He knew that he was insinuating that his dad beat them up, but he could hardly say that they all needed various first aid after a run-in with a particularly violent poltergeist.
Castiel stared at him a beat longer, then dropped his eyes. Dean thought he could see a hint of shame on the boy's face.
“I... I fell off my bicycle...”
“Save the bullshit,” Dean waved him off. “You can't tell me the truth, and it's not real important anyway. Right now is about damage control and stopping that from hurting like a son of a bitch. Skip first period and meet me out back of the library.”
With that, Dean pushed off from the locker. He made his way down the hallway, fighting the urge to check and see if Castiel was following him. One of the first rules of hunting was to know your ground, so the first day in town Dean had cased both his and Sam's schools. The garden behind the library was most likely to be give them some privacy at this time of day, and if they sat on the ground they would be out of sight from any of the buildings. He wasn't waiting long before Castiel appeared, still looking like a skittish wild animal.
“C'mere,” Dean gestured as he sat down, legs splayed in a 'v' shape and patted the ground between them. Castiel gently sank to the ground, his back to Dean's chest. “Bundle up your coat and bite into it. This is gonna hurt like a bitch, but then it'll be better.”
He gave Castiel a moment to follow his instructions, then wrapped his arms around the younger boy's chest. It felt surprisingly good to hold him like this, even if Castiel did tense up completely as soon as he was touched, and Dean gave them both a moment to just sit.
Then he moved quickly, the ball and socket snapping back into place easily as a pained grunt escaped. Dean was a little impressed - for that to be the only reaction, Castiel had to have a pretty high tolerance for pain.
Until, that is, he considered how Castiel would have learned to have high pain tolerance. Then he was mad all over again. He continued to hold Castiel, rubbing up and down the boy's arms and rocking slightly as he hummed softly. It was something he'd done countless times to Sam, whenever his little brother was upset or ill. For some reason, it just seemed second nature to treat Castiel the same way.
After a few minutes, Castiel seemed to go boneless, leaning back into Dean's touch and breathing easier. Without stopping to think about it, Dean pressed a brief kiss to the crown of his head. He felt Castiel start to tense up, but quickly spoke over the awkward moment.
“My little brother and I are staying over on 1245 Hodge Street, apartment seven. You ever need somewhere to lay low, we'll watch out for you.”
“...Okay,” Castiel whispered. Dean wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but Castiel seemed to almost snuggle backwards. While he always maintained that he wasn't a snuggler, it seemed appropriate right now. So instead of trying to get to class, the pair sat on the ground behind the library for the entirety of first period.
~*~
Dean was distracted during his Spanish class a few days later. His mind kept wandering back to Castiel, wondering how he could help the boy.
“Hey,” a soft voice beside him spoke. “Do you know the answer to this one?”
Turning a little, Dean took in the girl sitting to his left. She was pretty, but for some reason didn't pique his interest. He glanced at the question she was pointing to, and shook his head.
“Nope. Spanish is all Greek to me.”
The girl blinked in confusion, and Dean turned back to his own book - though he didn't bother trying to concentrate on it. He was too busy wondering if Castiel was going to be okay, or if he should try to kidnap the boy.
~*~
Sam watched as Dean moved around the kitchen making dinner. Out of necessity Dean had become pretty good at cooking filling meals, and sometimes Sam hated their father for that.
Right now he was putting a stew together to keep them fed for a few days, but Sam could tell that something was distracting his brother.
“Shit!” Dean muttered, pulling his hand back from where he'd nearly burned himself, and Sam decided to try talking to him.
“What's up Dean? You never hurt yourself in the kitchen.”
“I, ah...” Dean glanced over, then shrugged and let out a sheepish grin. “Just worried about this kid at school. Castiel. His family's beating him up, I reset a dislocated shoulder for him the other day. I dunno how he's still with 'em.”
Sam was immediately outraged on behalf of Castiel, even if he'd never met the boy.
“That's so not right! Can we kidnap him and take him somewhere safe? No one'll notice we're not here any more.”
“Nah, not right now,” Dean let out a laugh, which calmed Sam a little. “I told him that we're here though, if he needs to escape.”
“Good,” Sam nodded emphatically. “We'd take care of him, wouldn't we?”
“You bet.” Dean looked a little happier as he started cutting up vegetables, and Sam relaxed more as his brother did the same.
That night, neither of them drew attention to the fact that Sam got straight into bed with Dean, not even pretending to sleep in his own bed. They both needed the reassurance that the other was there and safe.
~*~
The next day, Dean spotted Castiel in the halls. The boy was still hunched in on himself, but didn't seem to have any new injuries. That was good. Dean started to wonder if maybe he should start slipping Castiel some of the extra-strong painkillers that he kept in the Impala's first aid box.
Castiel looked up then, and met Dean's eyes. Dean smiled and nodded slightly, but Castiel just flushed and looked away. That made Dean frown, wondering why the boy would be so wary of him. Hadn't he already proven that he wanted to help?
Pondering the Castiel situation, Dean made his way to his class. He knew that he wasn't going to learn much being so distracted, but at least he was turning up.
~*~
Dean was watching Castiel across the cafeteria. The boy was sitting alone, as usual, hunched in on himself as he ate. The boys around Dean were all being their usual loud selves, but one elbowed him in the side.
“Hey, you watching Castiel for something?”
“Just curious,” Dean shrugged.
“Yeah, well, I wouldn't try anything,” Josh warned. “He can hold his own verbally, even he's a bit of an oddball. And don't try fighting him.”
“Why not?”
“Well, he won't start a fight if he can help it, but he's got a mean right hook. When he needs to, he fights like a wild animal.”
“Huh.” Dean looked across the room again, and noticed that Castiel was looking over. He raised an eyebrow, and Castiel looked away immediately. Dean smirked to himself, then turned back to his lunch. It was something to consider, though. If Castiel was so good at fighting, why was he getting beaten up at home? If he could stand up to bullies, what was it stopping him from standing up to his family or getting help?
~*~
There was shouting downstairs again. Castiel opened the door a crack to find out what it was, but could only hear his father's voice. So he was probably on the phone, and it probably didn't have anything to do with him.
Castiel closed the door and went back to sitting on his bed, trying to finish his homework. It was difficult, since he really didn't understand science very well, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He had no idea who he could ask for help, not even his teachers.
His mind briefly flicked to Dean, the odd older boy who kept talking to him, but he quickly discarded the idea. Dean was probably just trying to get close to him so that he could... Castiel couldn't finish the thought. He just didn't think that Dean was that sort of person.
It took about an hour before Castiel thought he'd done a good enough job. He sighed in relief, then pulled his math book out. He was good at math, numbers made so much more sense to him.
~*~
“Hey Castiel,” Dean spoke as he leaned against the locker. Castiel seemed to jump a little and looked up, eyes wide with apprehension. “I hear you're good in a fight. I'm a little out of practice, you wanna spar some time?”
“I...” Castiel looked completely thrown. “I have no formal training. I just... do what it takes.”
“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “That's what most fighting is.” He shrugged and grinned, knowing he needed to get to class soon. “Well, you ever want to practice let me know. I'm getting out of shape here.”
Castiel's eyes glanced down then, over Dean's chest and shoulders, and Dean couldn't keep the grin off his face. Then Castiel looked up again, and blushed.
“O... okay...” he stammered out. Dean reached out and tousled his hair, before heading to class.
~*~
Castiel watched Dean walk away, confused. He could still feel the heat of his face, and his heart was beating hard. It almost felt like his scalp was tingling where Dean had touched him. He wasn't sure what was going on, if maybe something was wrong with him.
“Stupid fag,” someone muttered as they walked past, and Castiel turned back to his locker. It wasn't until he'd swapped over his books that he wondered if that was it. Maybe he was actually gay. Maybe he had a crush on Dean.
After a pause, he sighed and continued on. It wasn't like anything was going to happen. What could Dean possibly see in him in return? Dean was kind, handsome, and strong. Castiel... well, he was a useless freak.
No way would anyone in high school want him.
~*~
On the next Thursday evening, Sam was a little distracted as he ate his dinner. There was something he really wanted to ask, but wasn't sure if Dean would allow it. Dad never did, but Dean was better than Dad, so maybe...
“What's on your mind, Sammy?” Dean spoke up, and Sam glanced at him. “I can hear the wheels churning from over here. Spit it out.”
“Well, I was wondering... can I bring someone home tomorrow? To hang out for a while? Please?”
“Don't see why not,” Dean shrugged, and Sam grinned at him. “Got someone in mind?”
“Yeah, Ruby,” Sam blushed a little as he dropped his head to look at his dinner. “She's really pretty, and she said it's cool how it's just us.”
“I see. You're starting to like girls!” Dean was smirking at him, Sam just knew it. “Aw, little Sammy's growing up so fast!”
“Oh shut up,” Sam tried to glare at his brother. “At least I've got someone to bring home. You're too busy pining over Castiel to chase the girls around.”
“Pining?” Dean spluttered, and Sam counted that as a point for himself. “Dude, I'm not pining over anyone!”
“Yes you are,” Sam didn't bother trying to keep the smug tone out of his voice. “You wanna date Castiel.”
“In case you hadn't noticed,” Dean retorted, “Cas and I are both boys.”
“So? You've kissed boys before.”
“How did you know?” Dean sounded surprised, and Sam looked up to see his brother staring at him in shock.
“C'mon Dean, I learned to fake sleep years ago,” Sam rolled his eyes. “You were the one who taught me to, remember? There was that boy, Chad, the one who you then punched for teasing me. And you were making out with Chris when you were meant to be keeping an eye on me at the arcade a few months back. And you flirted with the soccer coach to let me try out for the team when we moved schools before that...”
“Damn,” Dean sounded a little impressed. “You keep better track of my partners than I do.”
“Yeah,” Sam shrugged. “That's how I know you want to do the same with Castiel.”
“Fine,” Dean gave in. “You invite your little friend Ruby, and I'll invite Cas to come over too. No way is my little brother going to get some before I do.”
“You realise you sound like a douche, right?” Sam pointed out as Dean started to clear the table. His brother laughed and shrugged.
“Yeah, but you know what I meant.”
~*~
“Hey, Cas,” Dean started as he leaned against the locker next to Castiel's on Friday afternoon. “My little brother's bringing one of his friends home tonight. You wanna come hang out, save me from the ankle-biters?”
Castiel looked back, blinking slowly, and for a moment Dean wondered if he'd said something wrong.
“You called me Cas,” the boy sounded puzzled.
“Well, yeah,” Dean shrugged. “Castiel's a bit of a mouthful. Cas is easier. You mind?”
“No,” Castiel shook his head a little, the corners of his mouth tilting up slightly in a shy smile. “I like it.”
“Good. So, hanging out tonight?”
“I would enjoy that.”
The boys walked out of the building together, Dean easily ignoring the curious looks. He did his best to engage Castiel in conversation, though it wasn't easy. Apparently Castiel was a rather literal person.
“Hey Sammy!” Dean shouted when he saw his brother standing with a slim blond girl. He couldn't help the grin that formed - Sam was already following in his footsteps, scoring the hottest chicks.
“Hey Dean,” Sam grinned back at him. “This is Ruby.”
“Ruby. Right,” Dean nodded. He kept the thought that it was a stripper's name to himself. “This is... uh, guys?” It was then that he noticed Ruby glaring at Cas. Castiel was staring at the ground, seeming to shrink in on himself.
“That's Castiel,” Ruby spat. “Best not get too close, he'll turn you into a freak too.”
“What?” Dean snapped. It was bad enough that everyone at school seemed to treat Cas as an outcast, but for a girl from primary school to do so as well?
“She is my little sister,” Dean heard Castiel whisper. “I'll... I'll leave you in peace.”
“Hey, wait,” Dean tried to protest.
“Good,” Ruby turned her nose up, and Dean was struck with the sudden urge to drop-kick a twelve-year-old girl.
“Ruby?” Sam spoke up then. “You're not my best friend any more. You're a bitch.”
Dean mentally cheered his little brother, and smiled at him in approval. While the blond girl stared in shock, Sam came over and took Dean and Castiel's hands in his own, so that he was between them, and started walking home. Castiel was pulled along without being given a chance to protest, which suited Dean just fine.
“We started reading The Loner today in English,” Sam started nattering on about school, just like usual. “That's the one we were reading in that school at the start of the year, I'm glad I'll get to finish it.”
“Cool,” Dean nodded. “You have enough at lunch? Or do we need to stop off at the supermarket?”
“I had enough,” Sam confirmed absently before taking off again. “Oh, and we played dodgeball. It was easy, I won.”
“That's my boy!” Dean allowed the pride to slip into his tone. He glanced across at Castiel, who was still shooting them both puzzled looks, though he did seem grateful for not being cast away.
~*~
Sam made a frustrated sound as he erased his answer yet again. He was trying to do his math homework now so that he wouldn't worry about it later in the weekend, but he was having trouble. Part of the problem with moving schools so much.
“Do you need some help?” A soft voice asked, and Sam looked up. Castiel was standing on the other side of the table, looking nervous. Sam grinned and kicked out the chair beside him.
“Thanks. Math is hard, and Dean never pays much attention to it, so he's no good at explaining it.”
Castiel seemed a little awkward as he sat down and looked over what Sam had written, but as the time went on he relaxed. Sam found that it was easy to listen to his voice, that Castiel was a natural teacher, and by the time they'd gone through all the problems Sam was sure he understood better.
“I am glad I could help,” Castiel looked down. “I wished to apologise.”
“What for?” Sam asked, scrunching up his forehead as he thought.
“I made you leave your friend. Things may not be easy for you now that you have refused her.”
“Forget her,” Sam shook his head. “Being your sister doesn't mean that it's okay for her to be mean to you. She sucks. So I don't want to be her friend.” He shrugged and got down from his chair. “Where's Dean? It's nearly time for dinner.”
As far as Sam was concerned, that was that.
~*~
Castiel couldn't believe the family he'd stumbled across. The only time he'd been this close to a family that loved each other was when he'd spent a summer with his uncle Gabriel and cousin Balthazar. Sure Balthazar was a trouble maker, always testing the limits on how far he could get away with stuff, but Gabriel never really got angry about it or punished him too much. Gabriel had even encouraged Castiel to act out a little and go along with Balthazar's schemes.
As soon as he'd gotten home, however, Raphael and Michael had taken it in turns to beat Castiel, making sure he knew that he wasn't welcome to stay with Gabriel any more. His father had warned him not to try to bother his cousin with phone calls or anything. After that, there had always been some excuse as to why he couldn't visit, and Gabriel never visited him either. Just another family member who got his hopes up before ignoring him.
Dean and Sam, however... something about their dynamic both soothed and called to Castiel. Dean acted like the good fathers that Castiel had read about in books, taking care of Sam and making sure he was safe and happy. Sam, meanwhile, didn't act out or talk back. Well, not too much, anyway. There was a steady back-and-forth flow between the brothers, something that Castiel wished he could have with someone.
~*~
Dean listened as Castiel finished explaining the math problems to Sam, and felt his crush growing stronger as the two interacted easily. There was just something about Cas that drew Dean in, kept him off balance but made him want to protect Cas anyway.
So maybe Sam was right, and Dean was pining after Cas... that was going to change tonight. Dean was determined to actually do something about it, and at least kiss Castiel.
“You staying for dinner?” Dean asked as he stepped into the kitchen where Sam had been doing his homework. “I'm making pasta.”
“Cool!” Sam grinned widely. “Cas, you gotta stay. His cooking's awesome.”
“If that is all right,” Castiel looked nervous. “I do not wish to intrude.”
“You're not intruding,” Dean shook his head as he started getting out the ingredients. “Anyway, it's not like it's a hard meal to make. I just use sauce from the store, no way I've got time to make my own.”
“Very well,” Cas nodded. “I shall call home and let them know.” He left the room, and Sam ran over to give Dean a hug.
“What was that for?” Dean asked, though he naturally hugged back.
“For making him stay,” Sam replied. “I like him. You'll be nice to him, right? Be his boyfriend and not just bail on him?”
“Of course I'll treat him right,” Dean squeezed Sam back before turning to the oven. “He gets under your skin pretty quick.”
“And you like having him there, right?”
“Sure do.”
~*~
“C'mon Sammy,” Dean was smiling as he half-carried his brother away from the couch. “Time for bed.”
“But I'm not tired...”
“Yes you are. If I let you go you'd fall over.”
At that, Sam clutched tighter to Dean.
“No! Don't let me fall.”
“Never, baby boy,” Dean said softly as they left the room. Castiel felt his heart ache and he wished fervently that someone would take care of him like that. Knowing that it was unlikely to happen - at least not until he was old enough to leave for college and find a partner - he turned back to the movie.
On the screen, the couple were starting to get hot and heavy, and Castiel shifted a little. He was partly fascinated, never having been allowed to watch anything like this, and part embarrassed by how his body was reacting. What was he supposed to do when Dean came back and sat next to him?
The question was answered a few minutes later when Dean flopped back onto the couch, sprawling out to cover most of the available space. The couple on the television were falling down onto the bed, and Castiel just knew that he was blushing furiously as Dean's head bumped against his shoulder.
“Hey Cas,” Dean asked, chin resting on Castiel's shoulder. “How old are you, anyway?”
“Fourteen,” Castiel whispered. “Though I shall be fifteen at the end of the month.”
“Cool,” Dean nodded then, raising one hand to cup Castiel's cheek. “You ever done this before?”
“Done what?” Castiel tilted his head to one side, not understanding what Dean was getting at. He realised just how close Dean's face was as the older boy huffed out a laugh, breath drifting over Castiel's face.
“This,” Dean whispered just before kissing him.
Castiel felt his mind go blank.
~*~
Dean had his answer when Castiel froze up, not pushing him away but clearly not having any idea as to how to proceed. So Dean did his best to show the boy, and gradually felt Cas melt into him, pressing back, hands coming up to rest on Dean's forearms. Cas was a quick learner, and soon Dean was able to deepen the kiss as he wrapped his arms properly around the younger boy.
As he dragged Cas closer, Dean could feel his arousal hadn't diminished at all, and couldn't resist rubbing his leg against Castiel's crotch.
At that, however, Cas froze again for a moment, then started pulling away.
“Hey, sorry,” Dean tried to calm him down. “Too fast?”
“Let me go,” Castiel was shaking now, nearly panicking, and Dean's instinct was to hold him closer. “Please Dean, you have to-”
There was movement then on Castiel's back, and Dean let go in surprise. Cas jumped backwards, stumbling a little as he tried to flee, though he barely made it five steps before he fell to his knees with a pained cry, something ripping his shirt open from the back.
Dean gaped for a second as enormous black wings burst through Castiel's skin, then leapt forward and tackled Cas to the ground. He was about to lay into the creature, when he realised Castiel was trembling, eyes screwed shut as he tried to make himself smaller - and he wasn't fighting Dean. The fear evident in the winged boy was enough to get through the first 'It's a monster' rage, and allowed Dean to properly process what he was seeing.
The wings were each about as large as Castiel himself, mostly black with a few dark grey feathers mixed in. Despite the colouring, they didn't look like typical monster appendages. If anything, Castiel looked like what he'd imagined angels to be when he was a child. A few things seemed to click into place, and Dean loosened his grip a little, instead holding himself above Castiel.
“Is this why they beat you up?” He asked, trying to keep his voice soft. “Because of these?”
A frightened, whimpering sound left Castiel's throat, and Dean's heart melted. He couldn't stand seeing anyone so afraid. Dean made soft, soothing noises of his own as he nuzzled against Castiel's hair, his hand coming up to stroke the feathers of one wing. It was so soft, Dean immediately thought of sleeping with one of the wings covering him.
“Talk to me Cas,” Dean spoke again, fingers carding through the dark feathers. “Do your family beat you because you have wings?”
“...No,” Castiel whispered back, finally talking but still trembling. “We, my father... we are Eyrians. It's genetic.”
“Huh. Never heard of Eyrians.” Dean dug his fingers in a little harder, and to his surprise Castiel suddenly arched underneath him.
“Ah,” Castiel couldn't seem to stop the gasp that slipped out of him. Dean paused, then dug his fingers in again, and grinned to himself when Castiel arched up again, clearly aroused again despite the fear. He backed off a little, wanting to get the whole story before they went any further.
“C'mon babe, talk to me,” he spoke against the side of Castiel's neck, both comforting and coaxing.
“My father...” Castiel's wings fluttered, apparently trying to get closer to Dean again. So Dean gently stroked the wings as Castiel spoke. “My father is Lucifer Angelou. He had a good marriage, but his wife was human, and she only had two human daughters. Meg and Ruby. Father had an affair with another Eyrian.” Cas fell silent for a moment, and Dean realised that flat on his back probably wasn't a very comfortable position.
Instead, Dean pushed up to sit back on his heels, and pulled Cas up to sit on his lap. They were still pressed together, and Dean alternated between stroking Castiel's wings and back, waiting for him to start speaking again.
“Mother left me at the police station when I was a fledgeling,” Castiel continued after a few minutes. “I believe that is why my wings are black, and still do not always obey my wishes. Because my egg was not properly cared for, and as a hatchling I was not properly nurtured. My arrival destroyed my father's marriage. Lilith divorced him, and took Meg to live with her because she couldn't stand me, I am abnormal and bring too much wrong attention, and it's all my fault...” Cas trailed off in a whimper, sounding close to tears.
“No it's not,” Dean asserted, fighting down the fury at the whole Angelou family. “You're gorgeous, babe.” An idea crossed his mind, and Dean started massaging Castiel's wings, slowly digging in harder as he breathed praises against Castiel's skin between gentle kisses. “Your eyes are absolutely beautiful, skin so clear and soft. You're stronger than you look, not too muscled or anything. Sure you could do with some more meat on your bones, but stick with us and I'll make sure you're fed properly.” As he spoke and continued his caresses, Dean noticed that Cas was breathing faster. The younger boy's hands came up to clutch at Dean's shoulders, keeping him close which was fine with Dean. “And your wings are fucking gorgeous, soft and strong, I'd love to spend all night wrapped up in 'em.”
With a final biting kiss to Castiel's neck, the dark wings briefly furled in before shooting back out, Cas' head tilting back as a loud cry left his lips.
Surprised, Dean held Cas as the boy trembled for a whole new reason, Castiel panting as he came down from the high of what was probably his first orgasm. The fact that it seemed to mostly come from Dean caressing his wings and speaking to him was something that Dean had a hard time wrapping his head around. So they stayed wrapped around each other as Castiel's breathing evened out.
“Dean?” A sleepy voice called then, and Dean glanced over at his little brother. “I heard a... woah, Cas, are you an angel?”
“Not quite,” Dean grinned as Sam ran over, eyes wide with wonder. Cas seemed to be trying to shrink in on himself, but Dean refused to let him.
“Your wings are so cool,” Sam said. “Can I touch them?”
Cas looked between the brothers for a moment, then shyly nodded.
“Be gentle,” Dean warned his brother. “They're pretty sensitive.”
“Okay.” Sam stroked carefully along the outer feathers, which didn't seem to get Cas worked up again. “Wow...”
“Happy now?” Dean grinned. Sam nodded, eyes still wide. “Good. Back to bed. We're busy.”
“What? Why are you... ew, Dean, are you being a pervert again?” Sam scrunched up his face in disgust. “Cas, if he's being too grabby just say so. Dean doesn't always think with the brain in his head.”
“Sammy! Beat it!”
Sam turned and huffed back to their room, though Dean spotted a small smile tugging at his mouth. Dean took a breath and met Castiel's eyes, wondering if the other boy understood the implications of Sam's outburst. But he just looked a little confused, and hopeful.
“Dean?” Cas tilted his head, and Dean wanted to kiss the confusion off his face. “Does this mean that... you want...”
“I want you,” Dean nodded and leaned in again. Castiel slumped in Dean's arms as they kissed, seemingly giving in to whatever Dean wanted.
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