Crush? What Crush?
It was a normal weekend for the Winchester’s.
Cas had been over all week and was staying on Friday night too, Sam and Dean loved it when Cas stayed on Fridays because Friday was take out night and they could stay up late.
It mattered more to Sam and Cas really, since Dean turned 16 he was allowed to be out until 10pm and he could go to bed whenever he wanted to. But Cas and Sam at 12 were allowed to stay up until 11pm on Fridays.
Dean would always get home a few minutes before 10pm and bring some popcorn and the boys would sit on the couch in the spare blanket and watch X-files until it was time for Cas and Sam to go to bed.
Cas would go straight to Dean’s room and text Sam until Dean came upstairs, they could be texting for two or three hours on some nights even though they were twenty feet away from each other.
Once Dean came upstairs they stopped texting and Cas and Dean would talk very quietly for an hour or so about anything in the world. This Friday was a little different.
Cas heard Dean come upstairs so he texted a quick goodnight to Sam and put his phone under the pillow.
“Hey, Cas.” Dean whispered.
“Hello.” Cas mumbled, faking a yawn.
“You wanna go straight to sleep, huh?”
Cas faked another yawn and nodded, hearing Dean put his PJs on.
Before Cas could say his excuse of a long day at school Dean had already pulled him to sitting upright.
“What’s going on in that funny mind, huh? Something’s bugging you.” Dean poked Cas’ head.
“Ow!”
“Liar.” Dean chuckled. “C’mon, tell me.”
“It’s private.”
“You tell me everything, c’mon. It’s not like I'm gonna march into middle school and tell everyone.”
Cas thought about it, Dean wouldn’t do that, unless he got really mad at him. But he wouldn’t get that mad, he never got super mad at Cas.
“At school...”
“Is someone bullying you?” Dean’s face instantly changed to ferocious.
“No, Dean I...”
“Because if they are, Cas I swear I’ll...”
“Dean! Listen to me dammit!” Cas whisper-yelled. “I'm not being bullied, there’s a girl.”
Dean stared blankly at Cas.
“Dean! Are you listening, I have a crush.”
“A crush? What crush?”
“I have a crush.”
“I gathered that genius.” Dean spat.
“Why are you being so mean about this? You’re the one who wanted to know.” Cas glared.
“Who is she?”
“Her name is Meg and she’s not really very nice until you get to know her but we talk a lot at school and I really like her.”
“How do you know that you like her? You’re not even thirteen yet Cas.”
“You had your first girlfriend before you were thirteen”.” Cas argued.
“Fine, so what’s your problem?”
“She likes me too...”
“Great, go for it.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“No, you’re not letting me finish. She wants to kiss me but I don’t know how. And you kiss girls a lot so”
“Gee way to make me sound like a slut, Cas.”
“You know what I mean.” Cas crossed his arms.
“You just have to go with how you feel y’know?”
“No, I don’t know.”
“In the movies, when they’re kissing. Do it like that.”
“But I don’t know how to do it like that! That’s my problem.”
“Alright! Don’t get your knickers in a twist. C’mere, I’ll show you.” Dean sighed.
“So you sit like this, looking at each other. You’ll make the first move officially but technically she will.”
“How?”
“Because she’ll lean closer and her eyes will close a little bit, when that happens you need to put one hand on her cheek like this.” Dean put one hand on Cas’ cheek and leant in.
“And what she’ll do then is completely close her eyes, that’s when you figure out which way to tilt your head so you don’t head butt her.” Dean chuckled. “What I like to do is wait in front of her face for a half second so she knows what you’re gonna do and then she can easily stop you if she doesn’t want you to kiss her.”
Cas’ entire face was a light pink and warm under Dean’s palm.
“And what if she does pull away?”
“Then you apologise and get out of there, I doubt that will happen though, Casanova.” Dean winked, taking his hand away from the younger boys cheek.
“Alright, what if I do it wrong?”
“How old is she?”
“She’s 13.”
“She probably hasn’t kissed many people either, so if you do suck at it, she’s not gonna know.” Dean grinned.
“Was that supposed to be comforting?” Cas cracked a small smile.
“I should start charging.” Dean smirked and lay down. “Get some sleep, buddy.”
“Okay, Goodnight Dean.”
“Goodnight Cas.”
Cas had a weird dream, he dreamt of the conversation he’d just had.
“you put one hand on her cheek like this.” Dream Dean said softly and put his hand on Cas’ cheek feather light, Cas brought his hand up and held Dean’s hand there.
“Close your eyes, Cas.” Dream Dean whispered.
Cas did as he was told and leant closer to Dean, he knew Dean was inches away from his face because he could feel his warm breath tickling his nose.
Dream Dean leant in and closed the space, kissing Cas’ lips softly, Cas pushed his lips forwards and clasped Dean’s free hand in his own
Cas woke up with a gasp, his lips tingling , he looked down to his hand and he was holding Dean’s hand but not like he usually did, he was holding his hand like Mom and Dad held hands, their fingers intertwined together. Dean’s eyelids fluttered so Cas immediately turned back over and pretended to be asleep.
Cas knew what a crush was, he wasn’t an idiot and he thought that he had a crush on Meg but he never had a dream like that about Meg.
Dean was only trying to help him kiss Meg and his brain had twisted the entire situation and made the dream seem so real.
It was probably because of his feelings for Meg, they got him all muddled up, once he kissed Meg he would be okay and stop thinking about that dream.
Beside him, Dean was also having trouble with the fact that he’d cupped a twelve year olds face and he had to stop himself from kissing him. Maybe that’s why he was being such a douche about Cas having a crush?
No.
No way does Dean Winchester have a crush on a twelve year old kid.
That’s just sick.
He was just protective. Yeah. He’d be the same if Sam came home with a crush.
Cas was probably freaked out by it and wouldn’t want to be near Sam’s way too touchy older brother any more. Dammit.
Cas whispered something in his sleep, which he only did if something was troubling him.
Dean pushed the stray hair from Cas’ face, “Dean.” Cas whispered.
Dean froze, thinking he’d been caught, but Cas squirmed and let out a huge sigh, showing he was still very much asleep, Cas wriggled until he was lay practically on top of Dean.
“Oh no you don’t.” Dean whispered and gently lifted Cas off him and back to his side of the bed.
Cas whispered his name again, making Dean blush even though no one else was in the room.
Cas grabbed at Dean until he found his hand and held it in a different way to usual.
Dean tried to think nothing of it.
What a weird night.
He quickly texted Lisa and told her he’d pick her up around 7pm for their date and prayed sleep would come quickly.