Missing Pictures 5/?
Title: Missing Pictures 5/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings and Characters: Dean/Castiel,
Spoilers/Warnings: none I can think of
Word Count: ~2,500 (this chapter)
Summary: A car accident leaves Dean and Castiel in bad shape, but when Castiel wakes up three months later with no memory of his life, Dean has to adjust and decide how much to tell Castiel and how much to leave him to learn again.
Notes: Sorry this took a little longer than normal. I had some sudden medical issues come up and I'll have to deal with them for the next month or two most likely. I'm still writing obviously, but it might not be as quick with each update.
Previous
Dean was making breakfast as Castiel shuffled in from his room. They had both been working a lot the past few days. Castiel had been doing overtime most nights and today was the only day they both had off. Dean glanced back and greeted Castiel.
“Morning.” Castiel poured himself a cup of coffee and sat at the counter behind Dean.
They were silent as Dean cooked, just enjoying the company and relative quiet. Castiel didn’t speak until Dean started plating his breakfast.
“I want to ask you something. I need you to be honest.” Castiel had been building up to this for a while and finally decided to do it.
“Shoot.” Dean turned off the stove and sat across from Castiel.
“Did we ever talk about getting married or make plans?”
Dean almost dropped his fork from the unexpected question. This was a subject that had surprisingly never been brought up. “Why do you ask?”
Castiel stared at him. “Just answer the question.”
“Are you mad about something?”
“Dean…”
“Fine.” Dean set his silverware down and looked at him. “We were together ten years, what do you think?”
“So, why aren’t we married? I was doing some research and gay marriage was legalized here about a month before our accident. What stopped us?”
Dean took a long breath. It was too early for this. “We talked about it. We couldn’t agree on how so we didn’t do it.” It was true, mostly. “Besides, marriage is just a piece of paper that makes it legal to take half of someone else’s stuff when they piss you off. Overrated if you ask me.”
“What do you mean we couldn’t agree on how?” Castiel chose to ignore Dean’s last comment, knowing he was just trying to derail the conversation.
“I wanted to run down there and sign the papers, and you wanted to plan a whole party and hoopla.”
Castiel tilted his head in confusion. “We didn’t get married because I wanted to wait and plan?” Dean shrugged, looking back at his food. “That’s stupid.” Dean looked up in surprise. “If I had the chance to marry someone that had been my family for more than 10 years, I wouldn’t wait for anything.”
Dean smiled, shaking his head slightly. “I wish you had said that then.” His smile faded when he thought about what could’ve been if that had happened. They would’ve never been in the accident and Castiel would be his old self. Not that Dean didn’t like this Castiel too, but he was a little different.
“Did you try to convince me, even though I don’t know why you would have to?”
“And say what? Should I have given you an ultimatum or fought with you every day until you gave in? I would never do that, Cas.”
Castiel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “What about now? Let’s get married now.”
“What?” Dean’s look of disbelief was almost comical as he was sure he hadn’t heard right.
“Dean,” he leaned over the counter, “I like you, a lot. We already live together and we’ve been together forever.” He shrugged.
“You barely know me.” Dean had to keep from smiling, reminding himself that this was a man that had only really known him for a few months, compared to decades.
“I know how much you love me, Dean. I’ve always been able to see it.”
Dean looked down at his plate. “But you don’t, not yet.” He shook his head. “We can’t.”
“Where are the pictures?”
“The what?” Dean was genuinely confused.
“The pictures that are missing from that shelf,” he pointed to a shelf beside the door, “and that one,” he pointed across the room, “and the one in our old room?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I may not remember, but I know they’re missing. I could see the emptiness like there was a spotlight on it, and there are spots of dust missing in each spot. I’m not an idiot, I just don’t remember.” Castiel stared challengingly, daring Dean to lie again.
Dean sighed, knowing he lost this one. “I took them down the day you woke up.”
“Why?”
“You didn’t remember me, or us. I didn’t plan on telling you about us for a while and I figured it would be better to not bombard you with photos of us together the minute you came back.”
Castiel shook his head. “God forbid I see some proof of how happy we were and how much I loved you! That would just be awful.” He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “You’re an idiot.”
“I was just trying to help you.” Dean pushed away from the counter and stood.
“Where are they? I want to see them.”
“No.”
“Why not? They won’t traumatize me now.” He stood up to meet Dean’s gaze. “I’ve probably seen them on Facebook anyway. What’s the big deal?”
It really wasn’t a big deal, but Dean was getting angry and it made him want to not do what Castiel wanted. “Maybe when I feel like you should see them, I’ll get them.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means I’m not getting them.” He walked around Castiel and grabbed his keys.
“Where are you going?”
Dean ignored him and grabbed his coat. Castiel called after him when he opened the door.
“Fine, run away. Just like you always do.”
He hesitated a moment, wishing he could be different but he couldn’t. He slammed the door shut behind him and got in his car.
Dean found himself at his parent’s house. He was parked in the street, wanting to go in and have his mom comfort or support him, but he couldn’t muster the courage to turn into the driveway. He drove by and ended up going to Bobby’s.
Bobby let him tinker with some of the so called ‘lost cases’ in his junk yard. It was the best thing Dean could do when upset. He didn’t even know why he was mad, and he felt like more of an ass every minute. His phone had vibrated in his pocket a few times before he put it on his jacket behind him.
Castiel must have figured out the calling tree. It only took an hour to locate and drive to Dean. Dean heard his footsteps crunching on the gravel long before he spoke.
“You didn’t answer me.” Dean turned with a retort in mind about the pictures, when he saw Castiel looking through his phone’s missed messages.
“I was busy.” He pointed to the useless car in front of him.
He nodded, tossing the phone back where he found it. Dean expected him to talk, but he sat on the trunk of a car next to Dean. When it was obvious he wasn’t going to talk, Dean continued on the car.
It was a good fifteen minutes before Castiel spoke. He was staring off above Bobby’s house.
“I don’t wanna fight. I won’t bring any of this up again.”
Dean looked up from his crouched position and was hurt by Castiel’s blank face. “Cas, I’m sorry.” Castiel just blinked in response. “I don’t want to fight either.”
Castiel laughed bitterly. “You never do. Your default seems to always be to bolt. You did it when I woke up, when your family didn’t leave, today, and I’m sure many more. If you stayed and fought, you might get something.”
Dean stood and moved closer to Castiel, who still wasn’t looking at him. “I didn’t think I had to fight for you, not anymore.”
Castiel turned to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“When we were younger, I was usually the one going after you and you were running. It was obvious to me then that you wanted me and cared but you were scared or unavailable.” He shook his head.
“So, we’ve basically switched roles now?”
Dean laughed. “I guess.”
Castiel couldn’t imagine turning Dean away. “Look, I mean it, about the pictures and everything. I won’t bring it up anymore.”
Dean nodded. “You said that you knew how much I…cared and…”
“That you loved me.” Castiel smiled. “You really can’t say it, can you? I’ve noticed that. When it actually means something, you can’t say the words: I love you.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever. How though, can you tell?”
Castiel smiled like he had to humor a child. “Dean, you’re really not as good at hiding it as you think. But I knew the day you brought me home. When you ran, or after really. The looks on your family’s faces was telling enough. I could see how heartbroken they were for you and I knew that you had to love me more than I thought for them to look that way. Then, when you came home it was obvious to me.”
“Wow.”
“Let me tell you, it is impossible to resist someone who loves you so much.” He leaned closer to him, eyes shining. Dean looked down to hide his smile. “Even though you won’t let me do as much as I want with you.”
Dean coughed to hide the laughter. “That’s because it means something different to me, Cas.”
“I know.” Castiel slid off the car, hoping to turn the conversation around. “What are you doing with this car?” He pointed to the junk Dean had been messing with.
“Maybe changing the curve of the door?” He laughed. “About all I can do really. I just needed to do something with my hands.”
Castiel smiled, brushing close to Dean. “I can think of some ways for you to use your hands.”
Dean laughed. “I bet.” He faced Castiel and grabbed his hands. Castiel raised a brow and pulled on Dean’s hands. They kissed briefly.
“Come on, it’s our day off.” Castiel led him back to the house and collected their things before heading home.
A few days later, Castiel asked Dean something he wasn’t prepared for.
“What was it like the first time we had sex?”
Dean barely swallowed his food. “Sorry, what?”
“You heard me.” Castiel was sitting on the couch as Dean stood behind it with a take-out bag from Harvelle’s.
“Yeah, I think I did.” Dean walked around the front of the couch. He was trying to judge the seriousness on Castiel’s face. He seemed serious. “Why?”
He shrugged. “I’m curious.” Dean set his bag of food on the coffee table and sat next to Castiel. He looked at Dean. “Unless it wasn’t good or something.”
“No, that was one thing we were always good at.” Dean laughed.
Castiel scooted across the couch to sit as close as possible. “Really?” He leaned over and kissed Dean. He pushed Dean back a little and kissed him again.
Dean held Castiel back. “Do you want me to tell you or not?”
He groaned and frowned before sitting back. “Tell me.”
“Okay,” he turned toward Castiel a little more, lifting a leg up on the couch, “it was the end of our sophomore year at college. We had been dating for about a month and we had always been roommates. One night, we were both in our beds and you came over to mine and joined me. I thought you just wanted to make out or sleep with me, we had done that before, but you were prepared and surprised me.”
Dean laughed and shrugged. Castiel put his hands up. “That’s it? Come on, give me more than that.”
“What, you want me to tell you every detail?”
“No, but a little more than that would be nice.” Castiel smiled, waiting patiently for Dean to elaborate.
“Okay, well, you came over to my bed and I let you in, like I said, and after we had made out for a while, you started taking my pants off. I asked you what you were doing and you just kept going. Before I knew it, we both lost our pants and you were on top of me.”
Castiel leaned forward as Dean talked and starting leaving light kisses up Dean’s neck. His voice faltered slightly but he didn’t stop.
“You had been with guys before and I hadn’t so you kinda took control of what happened.”
“And what happened?” Castiel kissed behind his ear.
“You…uh,” Dean suddenly lost his voice as Castiel nipped and kissed gently around his ear and neck. “We, well you know.”
Castiel laughed. “You said I was on top of you?” Dean nodded. “Did I ride you, Dean?”
His breath was shaky. “Yes. We always pissed off the guys in the dorms near us, we were so loud.”
Castiel hummed and shifted himself to straddle Dean. “So, what you’re saying is: I rode you hard and it was so good and loud that the neighbors heard it?”
“Well, we were in the same building as them, but yes.” Dean rested his hands on Castiel’s hips.
They stayed still for a moment, just looking at each other. Castiel wanted nothing more than to reenact that night, but Dean hadn’t let them get that far yet. He pulled Dean’s face close and kissed him. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel’s back and held him close.
They kissed for a while and only stopped when Castiel began rotating his hips and making Dean gasp.
“Cas,” Dean tugged Castiel’s head back by his hair, making the other man moan.
It didn’t stop Castiel’s movements, in fact he sped them up. He smiled in victory when Dean moaned quietly and leaned forward against Castiel.
“Dammit, Cas.” Dean cupped Castiel’s face and pulled him in for a rough kiss.
Castiel kissed back and slid his hand down Dean’s chest, stopping over his jeans and the bulge that was forming there. He pressed his hand down firmly, jumping when Dean suddenly pulled back.
“Cas, wait.” He grabbed Castiel’s shoulders and pushed him back a little.
“Why?” He stopped moving but didn’t back away.
“I just…” Dean couldn’t really come up with an answer. He wanted Castiel, sure, but something was stopping him from letting him continue.
“Dean,” Castiel laid his hands on Dean’s shoulders, “the first time we did this, we had been dating a month. It’s been a few months this time.”
“I know, but it’s different.” They had been dating for a month, but had known each other for years. Now, Castiel was different. Not that Dean would’ve waited this long for other people, but with his history with Castiel it didn’t seem right yet.
Castiel could read as much on his face and felt a pain in his chest. He wondered if he would ever be worthy to replace the memory of Dean’s old Castiel. He pushed himself off Dean and stood up.
“Okay, I understand.”
The flat tone in his voice worried Dean. “Cas, it’s not a problem with you.”
Castiel put a hand up to silence him. “I know, Dean. It’s okay. I have some homework I need to do anyway.” He moved toward his room.
“They make you do homework?”
“No, I have the option and I want to do it tonight.” Without looking back, he shut the door behind him.
Dean sat on the couch for another ten minutes, wondering how he came to be such a jerk. Over the last week he had done a good job at pissing off and pushing away Castiel. If he kept this up, he might never get his boyfriend back.
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Rating: PG-13
Pairings and Characters: Dean/Castiel,
Spoilers/Warnings: none I can think of
Word Count: ~2,500 (this chapter)
Summary: A car accident leaves Dean and Castiel in bad shape, but when Castiel wakes up three months later with no memory of his life, Dean has to adjust and decide how much to tell Castiel and how much to leave him to learn again.
Notes: Sorry this took a little longer than normal. I had some sudden medical issues come up and I'll have to deal with them for the next month or two most likely. I'm still writing obviously, but it might not be as quick with each update.
Previous
Dean was making breakfast as Castiel shuffled in from his room. They had both been working a lot the past few days. Castiel had been doing overtime most nights and today was the only day they both had off. Dean glanced back and greeted Castiel.
“Morning.” Castiel poured himself a cup of coffee and sat at the counter behind Dean.
They were silent as Dean cooked, just enjoying the company and relative quiet. Castiel didn’t speak until Dean started plating his breakfast.
“I want to ask you something. I need you to be honest.” Castiel had been building up to this for a while and finally decided to do it.
“Shoot.” Dean turned off the stove and sat across from Castiel.
“Did we ever talk about getting married or make plans?”
Dean almost dropped his fork from the unexpected question. This was a subject that had surprisingly never been brought up. “Why do you ask?”
Castiel stared at him. “Just answer the question.”
“Are you mad about something?”
“Dean…”
“Fine.” Dean set his silverware down and looked at him. “We were together ten years, what do you think?”
“So, why aren’t we married? I was doing some research and gay marriage was legalized here about a month before our accident. What stopped us?”
Dean took a long breath. It was too early for this. “We talked about it. We couldn’t agree on how so we didn’t do it.” It was true, mostly. “Besides, marriage is just a piece of paper that makes it legal to take half of someone else’s stuff when they piss you off. Overrated if you ask me.”
“What do you mean we couldn’t agree on how?” Castiel chose to ignore Dean’s last comment, knowing he was just trying to derail the conversation.
“I wanted to run down there and sign the papers, and you wanted to plan a whole party and hoopla.”
Castiel tilted his head in confusion. “We didn’t get married because I wanted to wait and plan?” Dean shrugged, looking back at his food. “That’s stupid.” Dean looked up in surprise. “If I had the chance to marry someone that had been my family for more than 10 years, I wouldn’t wait for anything.”
Dean smiled, shaking his head slightly. “I wish you had said that then.” His smile faded when he thought about what could’ve been if that had happened. They would’ve never been in the accident and Castiel would be his old self. Not that Dean didn’t like this Castiel too, but he was a little different.
“Did you try to convince me, even though I don’t know why you would have to?”
“And say what? Should I have given you an ultimatum or fought with you every day until you gave in? I would never do that, Cas.”
Castiel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “What about now? Let’s get married now.”
“What?” Dean’s look of disbelief was almost comical as he was sure he hadn’t heard right.
“Dean,” he leaned over the counter, “I like you, a lot. We already live together and we’ve been together forever.” He shrugged.
“You barely know me.” Dean had to keep from smiling, reminding himself that this was a man that had only really known him for a few months, compared to decades.
“I know how much you love me, Dean. I’ve always been able to see it.”
Dean looked down at his plate. “But you don’t, not yet.” He shook his head. “We can’t.”
“Where are the pictures?”
“The what?” Dean was genuinely confused.
“The pictures that are missing from that shelf,” he pointed to a shelf beside the door, “and that one,” he pointed across the room, “and the one in our old room?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I may not remember, but I know they’re missing. I could see the emptiness like there was a spotlight on it, and there are spots of dust missing in each spot. I’m not an idiot, I just don’t remember.” Castiel stared challengingly, daring Dean to lie again.
Dean sighed, knowing he lost this one. “I took them down the day you woke up.”
“Why?”
“You didn’t remember me, or us. I didn’t plan on telling you about us for a while and I figured it would be better to not bombard you with photos of us together the minute you came back.”
Castiel shook his head. “God forbid I see some proof of how happy we were and how much I loved you! That would just be awful.” He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “You’re an idiot.”
“I was just trying to help you.” Dean pushed away from the counter and stood.
“Where are they? I want to see them.”
“No.”
“Why not? They won’t traumatize me now.” He stood up to meet Dean’s gaze. “I’ve probably seen them on Facebook anyway. What’s the big deal?”
It really wasn’t a big deal, but Dean was getting angry and it made him want to not do what Castiel wanted. “Maybe when I feel like you should see them, I’ll get them.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means I’m not getting them.” He walked around Castiel and grabbed his keys.
“Where are you going?”
Dean ignored him and grabbed his coat. Castiel called after him when he opened the door.
“Fine, run away. Just like you always do.”
He hesitated a moment, wishing he could be different but he couldn’t. He slammed the door shut behind him and got in his car.
Dean found himself at his parent’s house. He was parked in the street, wanting to go in and have his mom comfort or support him, but he couldn’t muster the courage to turn into the driveway. He drove by and ended up going to Bobby’s.
Bobby let him tinker with some of the so called ‘lost cases’ in his junk yard. It was the best thing Dean could do when upset. He didn’t even know why he was mad, and he felt like more of an ass every minute. His phone had vibrated in his pocket a few times before he put it on his jacket behind him.
Castiel must have figured out the calling tree. It only took an hour to locate and drive to Dean. Dean heard his footsteps crunching on the gravel long before he spoke.
“You didn’t answer me.” Dean turned with a retort in mind about the pictures, when he saw Castiel looking through his phone’s missed messages.
“I was busy.” He pointed to the useless car in front of him.
He nodded, tossing the phone back where he found it. Dean expected him to talk, but he sat on the trunk of a car next to Dean. When it was obvious he wasn’t going to talk, Dean continued on the car.
It was a good fifteen minutes before Castiel spoke. He was staring off above Bobby’s house.
“I don’t wanna fight. I won’t bring any of this up again.”
Dean looked up from his crouched position and was hurt by Castiel’s blank face. “Cas, I’m sorry.” Castiel just blinked in response. “I don’t want to fight either.”
Castiel laughed bitterly. “You never do. Your default seems to always be to bolt. You did it when I woke up, when your family didn’t leave, today, and I’m sure many more. If you stayed and fought, you might get something.”
Dean stood and moved closer to Castiel, who still wasn’t looking at him. “I didn’t think I had to fight for you, not anymore.”
Castiel turned to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“When we were younger, I was usually the one going after you and you were running. It was obvious to me then that you wanted me and cared but you were scared or unavailable.” He shook his head.
“So, we’ve basically switched roles now?”
Dean laughed. “I guess.”
Castiel couldn’t imagine turning Dean away. “Look, I mean it, about the pictures and everything. I won’t bring it up anymore.”
Dean nodded. “You said that you knew how much I…cared and…”
“That you loved me.” Castiel smiled. “You really can’t say it, can you? I’ve noticed that. When it actually means something, you can’t say the words: I love you.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever. How though, can you tell?”
Castiel smiled like he had to humor a child. “Dean, you’re really not as good at hiding it as you think. But I knew the day you brought me home. When you ran, or after really. The looks on your family’s faces was telling enough. I could see how heartbroken they were for you and I knew that you had to love me more than I thought for them to look that way. Then, when you came home it was obvious to me.”
“Wow.”
“Let me tell you, it is impossible to resist someone who loves you so much.” He leaned closer to him, eyes shining. Dean looked down to hide his smile. “Even though you won’t let me do as much as I want with you.”
Dean coughed to hide the laughter. “That’s because it means something different to me, Cas.”
“I know.” Castiel slid off the car, hoping to turn the conversation around. “What are you doing with this car?” He pointed to the junk Dean had been messing with.
“Maybe changing the curve of the door?” He laughed. “About all I can do really. I just needed to do something with my hands.”
Castiel smiled, brushing close to Dean. “I can think of some ways for you to use your hands.”
Dean laughed. “I bet.” He faced Castiel and grabbed his hands. Castiel raised a brow and pulled on Dean’s hands. They kissed briefly.
“Come on, it’s our day off.” Castiel led him back to the house and collected their things before heading home.
A few days later, Castiel asked Dean something he wasn’t prepared for.
“What was it like the first time we had sex?”
Dean barely swallowed his food. “Sorry, what?”
“You heard me.” Castiel was sitting on the couch as Dean stood behind it with a take-out bag from Harvelle’s.
“Yeah, I think I did.” Dean walked around the front of the couch. He was trying to judge the seriousness on Castiel’s face. He seemed serious. “Why?”
He shrugged. “I’m curious.” Dean set his bag of food on the coffee table and sat next to Castiel. He looked at Dean. “Unless it wasn’t good or something.”
“No, that was one thing we were always good at.” Dean laughed.
Castiel scooted across the couch to sit as close as possible. “Really?” He leaned over and kissed Dean. He pushed Dean back a little and kissed him again.
Dean held Castiel back. “Do you want me to tell you or not?”
He groaned and frowned before sitting back. “Tell me.”
“Okay,” he turned toward Castiel a little more, lifting a leg up on the couch, “it was the end of our sophomore year at college. We had been dating for about a month and we had always been roommates. One night, we were both in our beds and you came over to mine and joined me. I thought you just wanted to make out or sleep with me, we had done that before, but you were prepared and surprised me.”
Dean laughed and shrugged. Castiel put his hands up. “That’s it? Come on, give me more than that.”
“What, you want me to tell you every detail?”
“No, but a little more than that would be nice.” Castiel smiled, waiting patiently for Dean to elaborate.
“Okay, well, you came over to my bed and I let you in, like I said, and after we had made out for a while, you started taking my pants off. I asked you what you were doing and you just kept going. Before I knew it, we both lost our pants and you were on top of me.”
Castiel leaned forward as Dean talked and starting leaving light kisses up Dean’s neck. His voice faltered slightly but he didn’t stop.
“You had been with guys before and I hadn’t so you kinda took control of what happened.”
“And what happened?” Castiel kissed behind his ear.
“You…uh,” Dean suddenly lost his voice as Castiel nipped and kissed gently around his ear and neck. “We, well you know.”
Castiel laughed. “You said I was on top of you?” Dean nodded. “Did I ride you, Dean?”
His breath was shaky. “Yes. We always pissed off the guys in the dorms near us, we were so loud.”
Castiel hummed and shifted himself to straddle Dean. “So, what you’re saying is: I rode you hard and it was so good and loud that the neighbors heard it?”
“Well, we were in the same building as them, but yes.” Dean rested his hands on Castiel’s hips.
They stayed still for a moment, just looking at each other. Castiel wanted nothing more than to reenact that night, but Dean hadn’t let them get that far yet. He pulled Dean’s face close and kissed him. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel’s back and held him close.
They kissed for a while and only stopped when Castiel began rotating his hips and making Dean gasp.
“Cas,” Dean tugged Castiel’s head back by his hair, making the other man moan.
It didn’t stop Castiel’s movements, in fact he sped them up. He smiled in victory when Dean moaned quietly and leaned forward against Castiel.
“Dammit, Cas.” Dean cupped Castiel’s face and pulled him in for a rough kiss.
Castiel kissed back and slid his hand down Dean’s chest, stopping over his jeans and the bulge that was forming there. He pressed his hand down firmly, jumping when Dean suddenly pulled back.
“Cas, wait.” He grabbed Castiel’s shoulders and pushed him back a little.
“Why?” He stopped moving but didn’t back away.
“I just…” Dean couldn’t really come up with an answer. He wanted Castiel, sure, but something was stopping him from letting him continue.
“Dean,” Castiel laid his hands on Dean’s shoulders, “the first time we did this, we had been dating a month. It’s been a few months this time.”
“I know, but it’s different.” They had been dating for a month, but had known each other for years. Now, Castiel was different. Not that Dean would’ve waited this long for other people, but with his history with Castiel it didn’t seem right yet.
Castiel could read as much on his face and felt a pain in his chest. He wondered if he would ever be worthy to replace the memory of Dean’s old Castiel. He pushed himself off Dean and stood up.
“Okay, I understand.”
The flat tone in his voice worried Dean. “Cas, it’s not a problem with you.”
Castiel put a hand up to silence him. “I know, Dean. It’s okay. I have some homework I need to do anyway.” He moved toward his room.
“They make you do homework?”
“No, I have the option and I want to do it tonight.” Without looking back, he shut the door behind him.
Dean sat on the couch for another ten minutes, wondering how he came to be such a jerk. Over the last week he had done a good job at pissing off and pushing away Castiel. If he kept this up, he might never get his boyfriend back.
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