Chapter 6
arms, his face, his lips. Each time professing his love.
"Dammit, Cas, I'm so crazy about you, I know I said this so many times but god I'm not joking, I don't know how else to put it." Dean breathlessly announced. He leaned up to Castiel's lips.
"Oh god, I know." Castiel half moaned in his mouth as a response.
"Let's not get too carried away, though." Dean reminded him.
"Trust me, I would love to mark you up and make you scream." Cas bit down on Dean's lip softly. "I'm holding back."
"Same here." Dean said, thumbing at Castiel's shirt. The two parted just long enough to remove his shirt.. Dean ran his hands over Cas's skin, feeling the pale skin and every crack and crevice, exploring the chest of his friend, the same for his back. Dean smiled against Castiel's lips before he slowly pulled away. Castiel understood.
"But Dean, when will I see you again?" Castiel worried.
"At school, you idiot." Dean replied playfully.
"Dean, I see how Jo and everyone else patrols you, they keep you away from me." Castiel admitted. "Why did you think I was up at three in the morning crying?"
Dean stood, Castiel still sitting on the bed. He placed a gentle kiss to Cas's lips.
"I love you." Dean said.
"I love you, too, Dean. So much." Castiel returned, then stood to follow Dean out of the door.
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Colors were brighter in the world of Castiel Novak. Dean had to practically beat blondes away with a stick now that he and Jo broke it off, but at least he didn't get with them. Charlie and he had two classes together, plus lunch. As soon as Dean left he climbed through her window, knowing she would be awake by the glow behind the curtains. She wasn't very surprised. He told her everything, but not the details. Charlie, being their number one shipper, was ecstatic. The looks she gave Dean in the hallways made it clear she knew what happened, and Dean wasn't surprised. Castiel was careful to avoid Dean, and Jo.
Vicious rumors about the breakup were circulating. Someone said he cheated and she broke it off, another claimed he just was playing the field. Dean took them well. Only a few tense words were exchanged between the two exes, but they knew it wouldn't work out. Dean, well, he's Dean, she had said. Dean was Dean. Castiel loved that, and didn't see how she had been able to make it sound offensive. She just did.