You're in love?
“What the fuck are you talking about, you’re in love?”
“Not with you. With someone else.”
“Castiel, what the hell are you talking about?!” Balthazar yelled.
“Shh! You’re gonna wake my parents up." Cas glared."I don’t know how else to say it.”
“Crowley?”
“What?! No! Why would you even think that?”
“You spend a lot of time with the guy and you seem to have a thing for the British.” Balthazar gestured toward himself.
“No, we just share a lot of classes. Not Crowley.”
“Sam Winchester? I thought he was your best friend.”
“No, will you shut up and listen?”
“Go on, I'm all ears on hearing who else you’re in love with, babe.” Balthazar glared icily.
“There’s no point telling you who because it would never work out.” Cas sighed. “But it’s not fair to keep being with you if I'm never going to be in love with you.”
“Way to be blunt. Why would it never work out?"
“He’s older and the straightest person I've ever met.”
“Dean?”
Cas looked down at his hands. “I'm sorry, Balth.”
Balthazar sighed.
“You knew?”
Balthazar chuckled and pulled Cas into a hug. “Of course I did. I thought it was something you’d get over.”
“So did I.”
Balthazar sighed.
“It’s not that I don’t like being with you, I really like it. It’s just; it feels wrong when I want to be with him.”
“You said it yourself, it won’t happen. The guys older and into girls.”
Cas nodded. “But I have my driver’s license now, I can go and see him and something might happen.”
“Then he’d get locked up. You’re not 18 yet, baby. It’s too messy to work out, that’s even if he does like you in that way.”
“It’s not long until I'm 18.”
“4 months is still a while and he’s 21, maybe he’ll want someone his own age.”
“I hate love.” Cas groaned and lay down on his bed.
Balthazar chuckled. “So do I.”
“Why? Who have you loved?”
“Never been in love, but I've seen it ruin enough people. Look at the state you’re in right now and the other guy has no idea. Why would anyone want that?”
Cas nodded. “It’s stupid.”
“Get some sleep, I'm gonna go home. Goodnight, babe.” Balthazar kissed Cas roughly on the lips.
Cas rolled his eyes and got into bed, trying to pretend Balthazar was still there so he could sleep well.
But soon it was too quiet.
He couldn’t hear Balth’s soft breathing beside him or his shuffling around.
Cas was itching to call him to get him to come back.
But it was nearing 2am.
Cas didn’t end up sleeping.
He wasn’t upset about what happened with Balthazar but he also had no idea where they were right now.
He’d barely had any idea where they were before he’d confessed his love for Dean.
Cas spent most of his day over at the Sam’s house, playing video games with Sam and cooking with Mary.
But he went home around 10, not feeling like staying in the guest bedroom.
Cas kept thinking to his driver’s license and how he knew exactly where the keys to his new car were. His Dad had told him that he wasn’t to drive it at night, at least not until it stopped raining at night.
Cas yawned and knew if he even tried sleeping he’s wake up screaming.
He could go to Balthazar’s house, but it was Saturday and Balthazar usually went to parties on Saturday’s.
Cas decided he had no choice but to drive all the way to Dean if he had any hope of sleeping that night.
He decided to drive the two hours to Dean.
The rain wasn’t as bad as it could have been but Cas was definitely glad to park the car and get out, climbing up the side of Dean’s apartment building, looking into each window to see anything recognisable.
Dean sometimes would facetime him and Sam whilst sitting near the living room window and Cas could see the hideous plant.
He saw the familiar travesty of mother nature and used his lock pick to open the window, Dean couldn’t get mad, he’d been the one who’d taught him how to use it.
Dean, being the light sleeper he’s always been, was concerned when he heard scratching from the living room around 1am. It was too early for Benny to be home from work.
Dean reached for the baseball bat he kept under his bed like any other cliche man would and crept to his bedroom door.
He heard the window creek open and a small thud, followed by someone fumbling around in the dark.
Dean ran out into the pitch black room and swung the bat, colliding with a body.
The intruder yelled and hissed in pain.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT ASSHOLE?”
“DEAN! IT’S ME! IT’S CAS, STOP HITTING ME!” Cas shrieked, covering his face.
“CAS? Cas, what the fuck are you doing here.” Dean knelt down and felt around for Cas, dropping the bat.
Cas grabbed Dean’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled up.
“I couldn’t sleep.” Cas said sheepishly.
“Such a dork, Cas.” Dean smirked. “C’mon.”
Dean kept hold of Cas’ hand and took him to his bedroom.
The bed was a double and the room was immaculate, certainly not expected from a college student.
“Where did I hit you?” Dean whispered once they were both settled into bed.
“My side, but its okay.”
“I hit you hard, Cas.” Dean mumbled and lifted Cas’ shirt up under the covers, tracing Cas’ ribs.
“W-what are you doing?” Cas blushed.
“I'm checking if I broke something.” Dean continued.
Cas yawned. “F-feels....nice....Dean.” He closed his eyes and pretty much passed out, breathing in the familiar scent of the pillows.
Dean smiled softly, breathing in Cas’ hair.
He knew Benny would give him shit for this in the morning but Dean had never refused Cas to sleep with him all night and he wasn’t going to start now just because of Cas’ sexuality and apparently that made it weird.
Everything made sense again when Cas was in his bed, it felt like he was back at home.
Besides, Cas just didn’t want to be alone.