Ice of Oblivion Chapter 8
Title: Ice of Oblivion Chapter 8/24
Author: zoomzoomzoomzoo
Fandom/Genre: SPN AU Romance, Drama, Action
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Word Count: ~82,000
Warnings: Underage, Mild Sexual Situation, Violence
Summary: AU. In a time of great tragedy in the lands of Mamot, the human race and the angel race are forced to form an unbreakable union that will bind them together for twenty seven lifetimes in order to stop the uprising of the demon race. In bargain they offer Castiel, one of the most powerful angels in the entire world to marry Dean Winchester, the young crown prince of the human world. The typically detached Castiel winds up falling in love with the Prince. The only problem is his brothers don’t expect Dean to live through the war. Will Castiel stay and support the man he loves despite the heartbreak that might accompany his passing or will he fall back in line with his brothers, becoming numb to all human emotions once more?
Chapter 8
Castiel’s next visit with Inim’s royal family was different to say the least. He arrived on the eve of Dean’s thirteenth birthday and decided this time to actually use the warmth that Dean emitted to find him except for going on wild goose chases like he did less than two years before. His entrance into the castle was trouble-free as usual, everyone knew who he was either from Dean’s mouth, Luke’s mouth or simply knowing what one of the five brothers of Engels looked like.
He tracked Dean down in his room. After he knocked he barely had to wait five seconds before Dean snatched open the door with a smile on his face. Only the smile wasn’t for him- Castiel had no idea who it really was for- and it immediately dropped when Dean laid his eyes on the angel.
A sharp pang attacked Castiel’s gut, one that he never felt before and would prefer to never feel again.
“Cas…” Dean’s cheeks turned a very bright shade of red and he dropped his gaze to his shuffling feet.
“Hello Dean…”
For an agonizing two minutes, neither friend said a word. Dean was still facing the floor while he leaned one hand on the door sill, his cheeks only getting pinker and Castiel stood there with his hands clasped in front of him very confused and very afraid of Dean’s behavior toward him. He could already feel his newfound neurosis starting to rear its ugly head; why was Dean being so indifferent? As if they weren’t friends? As if Castiel was Dean’s unfair, brutal and expectant school teacher? Castiel exhaled sharply, trying to decipher Dean’s behavior was an impossible feat as a thirteen year old boy. How was he ever going to manage it when they got married? No! If they got married… at this point everything seemed up in the air.
“Dean, are you okay?” Castiel asked, finally mustering up the courage to stop dancing around the issue.
Dean’s eyes darted to Castiel at the sound of his voice and a huge but obviously fake smile overtook his face. “I’m fine Cas,” he approached his friend with his arm extended. “It’s so nice to see you.”
Castiel took his hand and shook it. Dean’s grip was weak and eager- to let go- so Castiel released his hand quickly and tried his hardest to seem happy even though it pained him on the inside.
“Happy almost birthday, Dean.”
Dean huffed out a short laugh and seemed to relax. The weight in Castiel’s stomach relieved itself and his smile became sincere. The tension was finally over. But, what still confused Castiel was what caused it in the first place.
~*~*~
Castiel and Dean spent the rest of the day running around doing errands and greeting people who came to Inim’s Grand Castle to attend the birthday dinner of the prince. The vast majorities of them were excited to see Castiel there and went on very long tangents without once mentioning the reason why they were there in the first place.
After the greeting was over, Castiel checked with Dean to make sure he wasn’t too upset with people forgetting his birthday in order to ask Castiel questions that were either none of their business or things they could have found out themselves.
“Nah, I’m over this birthday stuff already. I just want to go to bed.”
Unfortunately for Dean, he didn’t get much sleep that night. People were pouring in at all hours of the day and Castiel stayed up with Dean throughout it all, as did John Winchester… to everyone’s surprise. They shook hands, exchanged pleasantries and told them where they were sleeping. It got repetitive after a while, but Castiel was happy.
Dean didn’t act in that strange closed off way at all during the endless hours of standing up and acted like his old friendly self; although, in a mature and witty way rather than the way that would be expected of someone so young. Castiel saw that Dean definitely a lot from the day he’d first met him. Though the changes were much more prominent than expected of someone so young- almost as if he went from a healthy but damaged four year old boy to a mature but still fairly damaged thirty year old man, only he was twelve.
It still delighted Castiel whenever he saw Dean do something even remotely childish, like make faces at people when they turn away from him or laugh at things that are actually funny. The night dragged on slowly and before Castiel knew it he was walking Dean back to his bedroom and saying goodnight and happy birthday. Then Dean is the strangest thing…
He laughed actually laughed, not like an amused or even hysterical one. It was nervous and shy, two things that Castiel never associated with Dean. He shuffled away to his door, still laughing nervously until he looked up and saw his friend looking at him. His face turned beet red and his green eyes shifted to the ground.
“Bye Cas!” He ran into his room and slammed the door with an audible bang while Castiel stood there staring dumbly at it. Cocking his head to the side, Castiel turned away and walked to his quarters, confused.
~*~*~*~
The next day, Castiel did not see Dean at all. He went searching for him but he had the most bizarre feeling that the boy was avoiding him. Everywhere he went people told him that Dean was there but he raced off without warning. It was a bit nerve wracking but he dealt with it because he knew that Dean would have to be present for his birthday dinner that night and then he would force him to talk to him.
The dinner came quickly and Dean was very late but because of Castiel’s important placement at the table he ended up directly across from him.
Dean sent him one shy smile before spending the rest of his time staring at his plate and occasionally laughing with Sam.
Castiel, for the most part, opted to ignore whatever the humans said to him and instead watched the teenage boy with stark fascination. He’d grown a lot since the last time Castiel was there. No longer was he the same gangly little boy; he was turning into a little adult… a young one, but an adult nonetheless. He wished he understood why Dean was treating him the way that he was. It was disconcerting.
He did understand that at Dean’s age they often pulled away from people close to them. But, that was behavior was usually reserved for their parents, not their best friends.
Castiel’s eyes widened. What if Dean saw him as a parent? What would that mean for their marriage? They won’t ever love each other mutually; they’d simply exist together as children and their parents often do. Dean would resent him for the rest of his life…
“May I have your attention, please?”
John Winchester stood from his place at the head of the table with a glass of wine in his hands. His eyes weren’t red and a small smile was lighting his face. He glanced down to Dean and Sam with the most well-hidden but amazingly obvious pride in his eyes.
“Today is my son’s 13th birthday as you all already know. The things that he’s accomplished and the person that he has become only eludes to the wonderful King he will become.” There were various murmurs of agreement throughout the room and though Castiel knew that anyone in the world would say the same thing to please their King he could tell that they weren’t lying.
“Thank you all for showing up here today and for every other day you were here and will be here. From the tragedies that my boys had to witness we can all see what amazing boys they have become as a result.” The smallest hint of pain crossed John’s face, pain that Castiel was sure no one else noticed. He leaned over toward Dean, who was seated directly to his right and motioned for a server to approach him.
The young girl approached him with a bottle of what Castiel could only assume was red wine and placed it into his hands. John uncorked the bottle and Castiel nearly jumped at the outflow of cheers from the people around the table; he poured the wine into the glass cup in front of his son and leaned up waiting for him to drink it.
Dean looked down at the glass of wine with eyes as wide as Castiel’s were. He looked at his Castiel with the most helpless look in his eyes before frowning and taking the glass in his hand. Castiel watched the sight of his betrothed getting introduced to alcohol for the first time but didn’t speak up; he had no right. This was business between father and son; Castiel knew a lot about that.
~*~*~*~
Later that night, Castiel found himself in the royal bathroom (a place that he’d never found a use for before) rubbing Dean’s back as he vomited openly into a hole and Castiel never felt so bad; he watched Dean force down various glasses of red wine with obvious discomfort on his face and when the dinner was over Castiel followed him back to make sure that Dean was alright and he found him vomiting. He wished he’d said something to stop it. But he knew what thirteenth birthdays meant for humans; it was a stiff and partial way to move into adulthood.
Castiel sighed when Dean sounded like he was finished and he pulled the boy back onto his feet. He guided him toward the water basin and allowed him to pour water on his face.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
Dean nodded but didn’t speak. He continued to splash sprinkles of water on his own face and gurgling some of it to get the remainder of his bile from his mouth. When he was finished and turned to Castiel with the most miserable expression on his face; Castiel almost wanted to hold him like the child that he was but decided against it; with the strange way that Dean was acting he’d probably get pushed off anyway.
“Do you need anything?”
Dean turned to him with the strangest gleam in his green eyes; he still looked dazed and drunk. He opened his mouth to speak but hiccupped and turned away sharply.
Castiel frowned and placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Dean you can tell me anything, whatever you’re feeling right now.”
Dean stood up from the water basin and walked closer to the door. “Anything?”
“Of course.”
Dean whipped around, stumbling only slightly but enough to get Castiel jumping up and bounding toward the young man. He placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders to steady him.
“Dean! Are you okay?”
“Will you kiss me?”
Castiel recoiled, shocked by the statement. Kiss Dean? On the lips? It was an interesting thought but an impossible one, all the same. Of course, Castiel was not afraid… well, not that afraid. He never kissed anyone before and actually sharing something like that with his future husband would be sensational. But, sullying Dean’s already shaky innocence was something he could never do, not before they were married both in spirit and by law.
“No.” What else could he say?
Dean flinched backward and looked at Castiel as if he’d been slapped. The angel felt his soul sinking unpleasantly when the smallest glimmer of tears shimmered in Dean’s wide green eyes. He started to apologize but Dean quickly wiped his eyes and ran out of the room, leaving the angel alone for the first time regretting his bluntness.
~*~*~*~
Castiel didn’t see Dean for two days after that incident. The boy cleverly avoided him and sometimes even went as far as to hide when Castiel entered a room. It was disconcerting but without the constant distraction of Dean around Castiel finally found time to get work done concerning all of the angels and humans in Inim. He had been very busy going through paper work in his guest room when a very agitated little person burst into his room with his hands on his hips and the most threatening annoyed face.
“Just where do you get off saying no to my brother,” Sam snapped as he stomped into the room.
Castiel’s eyes snapped up and a deep frown turned his face. “Sam, you know it’s rude to barge into a guests room, right?”
Sam scowled. “You’re not a guest, you’re supposed to be my brother’s guardian… but not anymore!”
Castiel frowned; of course, he’s denied Dean but he still reserved the right to choose whether or not. “Alright… Sam, why are you here?”
“Because you hurt my brother, Dean’s been in his room all day moping, I think he might have even been crying,” Sam said angrily, with a bit of sadness too.
Castiel almost gasped. Dean was crying. Why would he cry, it was just a kiss after all.
“I don’t understand-“
“He’s in love with you!”
Castiel frowned and cocked his head to the side. That didn’t really make sense. “Dean’s just a child, he’s not in love with anyone.”
“But you don’t understand, you said you didn’t! Dean loves you a lot, he just wants you to love him too.”
Castiel shook his head. “Of course I love Dean, he’s my friend. But, he’s just a child, it’s impossible to be in love with a child.”
Sam sighed exaggeratedly and stomped out of the room, all the while yelling, “Just fix it!”
Castiel rolled his eyes; Sam didn’t know what he was talking about but he was right. He needed to fix it, especially now that Dean was so dead. He was sad…
He could not imagine what a blow to one’s self-esteem it must be to be denied a kiss from one’s true friend. He couldn’t imagine it, especially for one so young. Then he thought about their engagement. When Dean was one day told that they were engaged how would he feel knowing that he was denied a kiss by his own betrothed? Then he thought about Dean sharing his first kiss with someone else. Some human or perhaps another angel. He didn’t want Dean too relinquish his gift to anyone else but him…
Then he thought about how it would feel kissing Dean. All warm pink lips and wide green eyes…
He knew what he had to do.
~*~*~*~
Castiel found Dean in his room sitting on his bed drawing with his back turned toward him. He approached Dean cautiously he made sure to be extra quiet so that Dean would not see him and evade him. When he was a couple of feet away and Dean still had not heard him, he placed his hand on his shoulder.
“Hello Dean,” Castiel said slowly.
Dean jolted up, throwing Castiel’s hand off of his shoulder and looking at him with wide eyes. When he saw who it was his eyes fell to the ground and he frowned. “Cas… hi.”
Castiel got on his knees so that he was almost nose level with Dean, placing his hand on the side of Dean’s cheek he looked him deep in his green eyes. Dean blushed and tried to shuffle away but appeared too distraught to shake Castiel’s grasp, instead he tore his gaze away and looked at the red carpets under his feet.
“Why have you been avoiding me?”
Dean sucked in his lips and shook his head. “ ‘m sorry…”
“There’s no need to apologize. I understand you perfectly now…” Castiel ran his hand down Dean’s cheek and gripped his chin, catching the boy’s eyes once again. “Kiss me Dean.”
Dean’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open as if he was about to speak but decided not to. “Really?”
Castiel nodded. “…please…”
After a bit of hesitance, Dean’s face broke into the biggest brightest smile that Castiel ever saw on his face and he could not fight his small smile either. Although this whole thing was exceedingly inappropriate there was so much joy filling up his soul from having been responsible for making Dean so happy.
Dean nervously placed his hands on Castiel’s shoulder and stared into his eyes with the most delightful mixture of happiness, nervousness and doubt. Castiel smiled at him reassuringly and egged him in by placing his hand on the back of Dean’s neck and pulling him a bit closer. He could feel Dean’s warm breath ghosting over his lips and the heat radiating from his moist lips; he didn’t know where it was coming from, but somewhere deep inside of him he knew that he was about to experience something fantastic. Dean leaned in slowly and meshed his lips with Castiel’s in a quick motion.
It was gentle and impossibly quick; in fact when Dean pulled away Castiel was not sure whether or not Dean had actually kissed him. But, he knew he did. The lingering taste of him still sat heavy on Castiel’s dry bottom lip and he could still feel Dean’s heat except it was now wafting off of his lips alone. It wasn’t too much to fuss about, but that was probably because Dean was so young.
Castiel smiled at Dean when he noticed the boy was looking at him for some kind of confirmation and ran his hand down Dean’s neck until he was gripping his arm.
Dean huffed out a nervous laugh and then another before looking down at his toes with a beet red face. Castiel almost laughed at how adorable he looked, but he decided against it. Not wanting to make Dean anymore uncomfortable than he already was. When Dean looked back at his friend he was smiling again, only this time it was smaller and more controlled than the other ones. The smile of a king who’d just cut a deal that would change his nation… strange.
“Thanks Cas.”
Castiel nodded and waved a hand then stood up from his place on the floor. “Are you hungry?”
Dean nodded, still staring at him with a small grin.
Castiel started to walk out of the room and then turned and said, “Let’s go eat.”
Dean nodded again and slowly followed him out of the room. Castiel suppressed a sigh; he’d probably made the entire crush situation worse. But, he could feel Dean’s insides radiating even more warmth than before practically filling Castiel up with fuzziness. Then he looked back Dean’s wide smile and red face and he knew it was worth it.
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Author: zoomzoomzoomzoo
Fandom/Genre: SPN AU Romance, Drama, Action
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Word Count: ~82,000
Warnings: Underage, Mild Sexual Situation, Violence
Summary: AU. In a time of great tragedy in the lands of Mamot, the human race and the angel race are forced to form an unbreakable union that will bind them together for twenty seven lifetimes in order to stop the uprising of the demon race. In bargain they offer Castiel, one of the most powerful angels in the entire world to marry Dean Winchester, the young crown prince of the human world. The typically detached Castiel winds up falling in love with the Prince. The only problem is his brothers don’t expect Dean to live through the war. Will Castiel stay and support the man he loves despite the heartbreak that might accompany his passing or will he fall back in line with his brothers, becoming numb to all human emotions once more?
Chapter 8
Castiel’s next visit with Inim’s royal family was different to say the least. He arrived on the eve of Dean’s thirteenth birthday and decided this time to actually use the warmth that Dean emitted to find him except for going on wild goose chases like he did less than two years before. His entrance into the castle was trouble-free as usual, everyone knew who he was either from Dean’s mouth, Luke’s mouth or simply knowing what one of the five brothers of Engels looked like.
He tracked Dean down in his room. After he knocked he barely had to wait five seconds before Dean snatched open the door with a smile on his face. Only the smile wasn’t for him- Castiel had no idea who it really was for- and it immediately dropped when Dean laid his eyes on the angel.
A sharp pang attacked Castiel’s gut, one that he never felt before and would prefer to never feel again.
“Cas…” Dean’s cheeks turned a very bright shade of red and he dropped his gaze to his shuffling feet.
“Hello Dean…”
For an agonizing two minutes, neither friend said a word. Dean was still facing the floor while he leaned one hand on the door sill, his cheeks only getting pinker and Castiel stood there with his hands clasped in front of him very confused and very afraid of Dean’s behavior toward him. He could already feel his newfound neurosis starting to rear its ugly head; why was Dean being so indifferent? As if they weren’t friends? As if Castiel was Dean’s unfair, brutal and expectant school teacher? Castiel exhaled sharply, trying to decipher Dean’s behavior was an impossible feat as a thirteen year old boy. How was he ever going to manage it when they got married? No! If they got married… at this point everything seemed up in the air.
“Dean, are you okay?” Castiel asked, finally mustering up the courage to stop dancing around the issue.
Dean’s eyes darted to Castiel at the sound of his voice and a huge but obviously fake smile overtook his face. “I’m fine Cas,” he approached his friend with his arm extended. “It’s so nice to see you.”
Castiel took his hand and shook it. Dean’s grip was weak and eager- to let go- so Castiel released his hand quickly and tried his hardest to seem happy even though it pained him on the inside.
“Happy almost birthday, Dean.”
Dean huffed out a short laugh and seemed to relax. The weight in Castiel’s stomach relieved itself and his smile became sincere. The tension was finally over. But, what still confused Castiel was what caused it in the first place.
~*~*~
Castiel and Dean spent the rest of the day running around doing errands and greeting people who came to Inim’s Grand Castle to attend the birthday dinner of the prince. The vast majorities of them were excited to see Castiel there and went on very long tangents without once mentioning the reason why they were there in the first place.
After the greeting was over, Castiel checked with Dean to make sure he wasn’t too upset with people forgetting his birthday in order to ask Castiel questions that were either none of their business or things they could have found out themselves.
“Nah, I’m over this birthday stuff already. I just want to go to bed.”
Unfortunately for Dean, he didn’t get much sleep that night. People were pouring in at all hours of the day and Castiel stayed up with Dean throughout it all, as did John Winchester… to everyone’s surprise. They shook hands, exchanged pleasantries and told them where they were sleeping. It got repetitive after a while, but Castiel was happy.
Dean didn’t act in that strange closed off way at all during the endless hours of standing up and acted like his old friendly self; although, in a mature and witty way rather than the way that would be expected of someone so young. Castiel saw that Dean definitely a lot from the day he’d first met him. Though the changes were much more prominent than expected of someone so young- almost as if he went from a healthy but damaged four year old boy to a mature but still fairly damaged thirty year old man, only he was twelve.
It still delighted Castiel whenever he saw Dean do something even remotely childish, like make faces at people when they turn away from him or laugh at things that are actually funny. The night dragged on slowly and before Castiel knew it he was walking Dean back to his bedroom and saying goodnight and happy birthday. Then Dean is the strangest thing…
He laughed actually laughed, not like an amused or even hysterical one. It was nervous and shy, two things that Castiel never associated with Dean. He shuffled away to his door, still laughing nervously until he looked up and saw his friend looking at him. His face turned beet red and his green eyes shifted to the ground.
“Bye Cas!” He ran into his room and slammed the door with an audible bang while Castiel stood there staring dumbly at it. Cocking his head to the side, Castiel turned away and walked to his quarters, confused.
~*~*~*~
The next day, Castiel did not see Dean at all. He went searching for him but he had the most bizarre feeling that the boy was avoiding him. Everywhere he went people told him that Dean was there but he raced off without warning. It was a bit nerve wracking but he dealt with it because he knew that Dean would have to be present for his birthday dinner that night and then he would force him to talk to him.
The dinner came quickly and Dean was very late but because of Castiel’s important placement at the table he ended up directly across from him.
Dean sent him one shy smile before spending the rest of his time staring at his plate and occasionally laughing with Sam.
Castiel, for the most part, opted to ignore whatever the humans said to him and instead watched the teenage boy with stark fascination. He’d grown a lot since the last time Castiel was there. No longer was he the same gangly little boy; he was turning into a little adult… a young one, but an adult nonetheless. He wished he understood why Dean was treating him the way that he was. It was disconcerting.
He did understand that at Dean’s age they often pulled away from people close to them. But, that was behavior was usually reserved for their parents, not their best friends.
Castiel’s eyes widened. What if Dean saw him as a parent? What would that mean for their marriage? They won’t ever love each other mutually; they’d simply exist together as children and their parents often do. Dean would resent him for the rest of his life…
“May I have your attention, please?”
John Winchester stood from his place at the head of the table with a glass of wine in his hands. His eyes weren’t red and a small smile was lighting his face. He glanced down to Dean and Sam with the most well-hidden but amazingly obvious pride in his eyes.
“Today is my son’s 13th birthday as you all already know. The things that he’s accomplished and the person that he has become only eludes to the wonderful King he will become.” There were various murmurs of agreement throughout the room and though Castiel knew that anyone in the world would say the same thing to please their King he could tell that they weren’t lying.
“Thank you all for showing up here today and for every other day you were here and will be here. From the tragedies that my boys had to witness we can all see what amazing boys they have become as a result.” The smallest hint of pain crossed John’s face, pain that Castiel was sure no one else noticed. He leaned over toward Dean, who was seated directly to his right and motioned for a server to approach him.
The young girl approached him with a bottle of what Castiel could only assume was red wine and placed it into his hands. John uncorked the bottle and Castiel nearly jumped at the outflow of cheers from the people around the table; he poured the wine into the glass cup in front of his son and leaned up waiting for him to drink it.
Dean looked down at the glass of wine with eyes as wide as Castiel’s were. He looked at his Castiel with the most helpless look in his eyes before frowning and taking the glass in his hand. Castiel watched the sight of his betrothed getting introduced to alcohol for the first time but didn’t speak up; he had no right. This was business between father and son; Castiel knew a lot about that.
~*~*~*~
Later that night, Castiel found himself in the royal bathroom (a place that he’d never found a use for before) rubbing Dean’s back as he vomited openly into a hole and Castiel never felt so bad; he watched Dean force down various glasses of red wine with obvious discomfort on his face and when the dinner was over Castiel followed him back to make sure that Dean was alright and he found him vomiting. He wished he’d said something to stop it. But he knew what thirteenth birthdays meant for humans; it was a stiff and partial way to move into adulthood.
Castiel sighed when Dean sounded like he was finished and he pulled the boy back onto his feet. He guided him toward the water basin and allowed him to pour water on his face.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
Dean nodded but didn’t speak. He continued to splash sprinkles of water on his own face and gurgling some of it to get the remainder of his bile from his mouth. When he was finished and turned to Castiel with the most miserable expression on his face; Castiel almost wanted to hold him like the child that he was but decided against it; with the strange way that Dean was acting he’d probably get pushed off anyway.
“Do you need anything?”
Dean turned to him with the strangest gleam in his green eyes; he still looked dazed and drunk. He opened his mouth to speak but hiccupped and turned away sharply.
Castiel frowned and placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Dean you can tell me anything, whatever you’re feeling right now.”
Dean stood up from the water basin and walked closer to the door. “Anything?”
“Of course.”
Dean whipped around, stumbling only slightly but enough to get Castiel jumping up and bounding toward the young man. He placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders to steady him.
“Dean! Are you okay?”
“Will you kiss me?”
Castiel recoiled, shocked by the statement. Kiss Dean? On the lips? It was an interesting thought but an impossible one, all the same. Of course, Castiel was not afraid… well, not that afraid. He never kissed anyone before and actually sharing something like that with his future husband would be sensational. But, sullying Dean’s already shaky innocence was something he could never do, not before they were married both in spirit and by law.
“No.” What else could he say?
Dean flinched backward and looked at Castiel as if he’d been slapped. The angel felt his soul sinking unpleasantly when the smallest glimmer of tears shimmered in Dean’s wide green eyes. He started to apologize but Dean quickly wiped his eyes and ran out of the room, leaving the angel alone for the first time regretting his bluntness.
~*~*~*~
Castiel didn’t see Dean for two days after that incident. The boy cleverly avoided him and sometimes even went as far as to hide when Castiel entered a room. It was disconcerting but without the constant distraction of Dean around Castiel finally found time to get work done concerning all of the angels and humans in Inim. He had been very busy going through paper work in his guest room when a very agitated little person burst into his room with his hands on his hips and the most threatening annoyed face.
“Just where do you get off saying no to my brother,” Sam snapped as he stomped into the room.
Castiel’s eyes snapped up and a deep frown turned his face. “Sam, you know it’s rude to barge into a guests room, right?”
Sam scowled. “You’re not a guest, you’re supposed to be my brother’s guardian… but not anymore!”
Castiel frowned; of course, he’s denied Dean but he still reserved the right to choose whether or not. “Alright… Sam, why are you here?”
“Because you hurt my brother, Dean’s been in his room all day moping, I think he might have even been crying,” Sam said angrily, with a bit of sadness too.
Castiel almost gasped. Dean was crying. Why would he cry, it was just a kiss after all.
“I don’t understand-“
“He’s in love with you!”
Castiel frowned and cocked his head to the side. That didn’t really make sense. “Dean’s just a child, he’s not in love with anyone.”
“But you don’t understand, you said you didn’t! Dean loves you a lot, he just wants you to love him too.”
Castiel shook his head. “Of course I love Dean, he’s my friend. But, he’s just a child, it’s impossible to be in love with a child.”
Sam sighed exaggeratedly and stomped out of the room, all the while yelling, “Just fix it!”
Castiel rolled his eyes; Sam didn’t know what he was talking about but he was right. He needed to fix it, especially now that Dean was so dead. He was sad…
He could not imagine what a blow to one’s self-esteem it must be to be denied a kiss from one’s true friend. He couldn’t imagine it, especially for one so young. Then he thought about their engagement. When Dean was one day told that they were engaged how would he feel knowing that he was denied a kiss by his own betrothed? Then he thought about Dean sharing his first kiss with someone else. Some human or perhaps another angel. He didn’t want Dean too relinquish his gift to anyone else but him…
Then he thought about how it would feel kissing Dean. All warm pink lips and wide green eyes…
He knew what he had to do.
~*~*~*~
Castiel found Dean in his room sitting on his bed drawing with his back turned toward him. He approached Dean cautiously he made sure to be extra quiet so that Dean would not see him and evade him. When he was a couple of feet away and Dean still had not heard him, he placed his hand on his shoulder.
“Hello Dean,” Castiel said slowly.
Dean jolted up, throwing Castiel’s hand off of his shoulder and looking at him with wide eyes. When he saw who it was his eyes fell to the ground and he frowned. “Cas… hi.”
Castiel got on his knees so that he was almost nose level with Dean, placing his hand on the side of Dean’s cheek he looked him deep in his green eyes. Dean blushed and tried to shuffle away but appeared too distraught to shake Castiel’s grasp, instead he tore his gaze away and looked at the red carpets under his feet.
“Why have you been avoiding me?”
Dean sucked in his lips and shook his head. “ ‘m sorry…”
“There’s no need to apologize. I understand you perfectly now…” Castiel ran his hand down Dean’s cheek and gripped his chin, catching the boy’s eyes once again. “Kiss me Dean.”
Dean’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open as if he was about to speak but decided not to. “Really?”
Castiel nodded. “…please…”
After a bit of hesitance, Dean’s face broke into the biggest brightest smile that Castiel ever saw on his face and he could not fight his small smile either. Although this whole thing was exceedingly inappropriate there was so much joy filling up his soul from having been responsible for making Dean so happy.
Dean nervously placed his hands on Castiel’s shoulder and stared into his eyes with the most delightful mixture of happiness, nervousness and doubt. Castiel smiled at him reassuringly and egged him in by placing his hand on the back of Dean’s neck and pulling him a bit closer. He could feel Dean’s warm breath ghosting over his lips and the heat radiating from his moist lips; he didn’t know where it was coming from, but somewhere deep inside of him he knew that he was about to experience something fantastic. Dean leaned in slowly and meshed his lips with Castiel’s in a quick motion.
It was gentle and impossibly quick; in fact when Dean pulled away Castiel was not sure whether or not Dean had actually kissed him. But, he knew he did. The lingering taste of him still sat heavy on Castiel’s dry bottom lip and he could still feel Dean’s heat except it was now wafting off of his lips alone. It wasn’t too much to fuss about, but that was probably because Dean was so young.
Castiel smiled at Dean when he noticed the boy was looking at him for some kind of confirmation and ran his hand down Dean’s neck until he was gripping his arm.
Dean huffed out a nervous laugh and then another before looking down at his toes with a beet red face. Castiel almost laughed at how adorable he looked, but he decided against it. Not wanting to make Dean anymore uncomfortable than he already was. When Dean looked back at his friend he was smiling again, only this time it was smaller and more controlled than the other ones. The smile of a king who’d just cut a deal that would change his nation… strange.
“Thanks Cas.”
Castiel nodded and waved a hand then stood up from his place on the floor. “Are you hungry?”
Dean nodded, still staring at him with a small grin.
Castiel started to walk out of the room and then turned and said, “Let’s go eat.”
Dean nodded again and slowly followed him out of the room. Castiel suppressed a sigh; he’d probably made the entire crush situation worse. But, he could feel Dean’s insides radiating even more warmth than before practically filling Castiel up with fuzziness. Then he looked back Dean’s wide smile and red face and he knew it was worth it.
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