Destiel One Shots

35 Part 2- Rest of That Untitled AU

[ Erte24 asked for a part two of  An AU I couldn't Think of a Title For  so, here it is! This one is longer than than the last one.]
 
 
Castiel's P.O.V.

   I close my school book and lean back in Dean's chair. I look over at Dean, he's on his bed, his right running over braille letters of a book.

   I gnaw at my bottom lip, thinking about what Sam said. I might not admit out loud now, but, I do want to kiss Dean. He's just so caring and selfless, brave, cute.. But he doesn't believe any of it. I've been with him when girls, and some guys, walk by and call him cute, he just ignores them. Sometimes even shakes his head a bit.

   He also hates himself for the smallest mistakes he makes, like when he accidentally spilled a drink on the floor and chipped the glass. That was at my house, which made it worse, he kept apologizing to my parents about it, even though they already forgave him. I wish he wouldn't

        "You know it's not polite to stare, Cassie." Dean mumbles, turning his head my direction.

   I feel my heart beat faster and heat rise to my cheeks.

        "How-How'd you know I was staring?"

        "My super powers, duh." He says with a beautiful smile, "You're blushing again, aren't you?"

        "I, uh, no. I-I'm not blushing." I mumble, wringing the cuffs of my trenchcoat and looking down.

        "You're a terrible liar." Dean closes his book and places it on the desk, next to mine. His desk acts as a night stand also, so it's very close to his bed.

   He sits up at the edge of the bed, in front of me.

        "Okay... So, maybe, I was, blushing." I shrug at little. He stays silent for a minutes.

        "Do you-" Dean gets interrupted by the door opening. I turn my head and Sam is standing in the doorway.

        "Are you staying for dinner?" Sam asks, "Dad said you can if you want to."

        "Alright, yes. Thank you." I nod at him. He walks away, leaving the door open.

        "HE SAID HE'S STAYING, DAD!" He yells downstairs to the kitchen. I jump at the sudden yelling, I'm sure Dean did too.
 
 
Dean's P.O.V.

   I hear Sam's fast steps come into my room after I hear our dad's voice telling him not to yell. The door closes and his footsteps come up to me.

   I feel his arms wrap around my neck. I chuckle and pick him up, I let him sit on my lap. He swings his feet.
 
 
   I wish I knew what he looked like. I was eight when he was born, I lost my sight at five.
 
 
        "Did you finish your homework, Sammy?" I ask.

        "Yeah, dad helped me." He says, I nod.

        "Did you finish your homework, Dean?" Sam asks.

        "'Course I did. That nerd over there helped me with it." I tilt my head over to Cas's general direction.

        "He smiles a lot." Sam comments.

        "Good. It would be bad if he was frowning all the time, right?" I ask, patting Sam on the back.

        "Yeah." He agrees.

        "Sam smiles a lot too." Castiel tells me, "Especially when you use your 'spidey-senses'."

   I laugh a bit. I love hearing that they're both smiling. Cas has stuck by me these past few years and I'm glad I met him.

         "Why don't you take off your glasses all the time?" Sammy asks.

         "Some people don't like the way they are. And when I'm outside, it can hurt my eyes." I tell him.

        "Cas likes them."

        "Sam.." Cas sounds likes he's begging Sam not to say something. So, of course, I'm gonna ask Sam what that something is.

        "Really?" I ask, "And how do you know that?"

         "I heard him say that you're eyes are pretty, and that he likes them. He was on the phone." Sam says, "He also said you were hot, but it was cold outside and you weren't sick..So how could you be hot?"

         "Sam, please stop talking." Cas begs, I just laugh. His voice is muffled so I can only assume he's hiding his face in his hands.

         "He's red again." Sam whispers to me.

         "Alright, Sammy. Can you go help dad out with dinner? I need to talk to Castiel for a few minutes." 

         "Is he in trouble?" He asks.

         "No, he isn't. Just go help dad, okay?"

         "Okay." Sam jumps off my lap. The door opens and closes, I wait until I can't hear any footsteps.

   I hear Cas shift in the chair.
 
 
Castiel's P.O.V.

   I glance up at Dean and move in Dean's seat.

   I hope he isn't mad. He said my full name, the only times he's used it, is when we first met.

   All worries disappear when I hear him chuckle. A smirk appears on his face and I bite down on my bottom lip.

          "So I'm hot, huh?" He faces my general direction.

          "Maybe.." I mumble after releasing my bottom lip from between my teeth.

          "I was gonna ask this before Sam interrupted.." Dean scratches the back of his head, "Do you have feelings for me?"

          "Yes.." I admit, "Is that okay?"

          "Yeah, it is." Dean smiles and nods.

   I move from his chair to sit next to him, on his bed. I slowly bring a hand up to his jaw to cup it, his head and some of his body turn to face me.

          "May I kiss you?" I whisper. He nods.

   I move in slowly and press my lips onto his. I get a weird, but good, feeling in my stomach. My eyes close and I feel an arm wrap around my waist.

   My face heats up and I feel Dean's cheeks heat up too. The kiss is better than I imagined it to be, I can't even begin describe it.

   Once we pull back, I open my eyes and see that Dean is in fact blushing as well. I let a giggle.

            "That was adorable." Dean says and moves his arm from around my waist.

            "So, um, can we go out on a date?" I ask.

            "Of course we can, I'd love that."

 
 
[I didn't really know where to end this one either, so I just left it at that. I hope ya'll like it!

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