I'm Not Gay

He's Gay and I Don't Like His Choice In Men.

He's Gay and I Don't Like His Choice In Men. (Dean)

"There's really only space for one more person," Gabe told us, taking a seat right next to Castiel who gave me a quick smile. I would've smiled back if I wasn't too busy staring at the small gap between Gabe's friends. The gap that was supposed to fit both me and Sammy in it. Man, I didn't know the guy was this popular, I frowned, glancing between Sam and the empty seat on the lunch bench.

"Dean, you really don't have to sit with us," Sam whispered, holding his tray with one hand and touching my arm with his other. "I'll be fine on my own."

And I know that the reasonable thing to do here was to say okay. To let him sit with Gabe and give the guy a chance, because this is what I wanted right? Gabe to treat Sammy like a good boyfriend? And I was nearly about to say yes, till I looked over at Gabriel and saw his smug smile, then it was like something snapped in me.

"Are you kidding? When has a little space ever stopped us before?" I smiled at him, ignoring the way he tilted his head in confusion. "That's totally fine with us, Gabe. Me and Sam used to sit in each other's laps all the time," I said smoothly and Sam's face flamed, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"W-we were only ten," he stammered but I shrugged carelessly, sitting down first and spreading my legs so Sam could sit between them.

"So? You coming or what?"

He stared at me for a second, his eyes flickering around the table before going back to mine. "I..."

"Come on, it'll be fun," I urged and he stared at me for a moment before he slowly nodded, cheeks flushed.

"O-only for a little bit," he muttered and I beamed, letting him awkwardly crawl over me before he plopped down in the space between my legs. And I don't know why, but it actually felt kind of nice to have him there. It was like how we used to be before we grew up. Just Sam and me, not giving a fuck what other people thought.

"Works for me," Cas shrugged, starting to eat again after a few beats of silence, and eventually everyone else at the table started to eat too.

"So uh, is any one else excited about the dance this weekend?" Garth, a kid I only knew of because of how awful he was in gym class, asked.

Gabe nodded, eyes flickering towards Sam. "I am. Hoping to get myself a date." I narrowed my eyes. Oh, don't tell me... "What about you, Sam? Think you're gonna go?"

"I, uh, I mean...I might," he managed out, ducking his head shyly in a way I was all to used to seeing. Really, Sam? I thought bitterly, hating the feeling I was getting in my chest. You're gonna give him that shy act? The act you always only ever give me?

"We usually go together," I said tightly, my eyes meeting Gabe's head on. "It's kind of a tradition."

"Didn't you ditch him that one time when you and Jess started dating, Dean?"

Cas's eyes widened, blue eyes flickering over to mine as I stiffened at Gabe's words. How the hell did he know that?

"Gabe-" Sam started but I cut him off.

"Actually, yeah, I did, but that was only because Sammy told me he was okay with it."

"Then maybe you'll do the same and let Sam and I go to the dance together then, right?"

"Guys-"

"Maybe Sam doesn't want to go with you," I sneered and Gabe opened his mouth to shoot something right back when Sam suddenly got up, stumbling his way out of my lap.

"I think I left something in my locker," he mumbled. I tilted my head in confusion, watching as Sam all but rushed out of the cafeteria. What the hell?

"Dean, can I talk to you for a moment?" Cas frowned, kicking my leg from under the table and I winced, following him off to the side.

"I really should go check on Sam-"

"What the hell was that?" He cut off and I blinked at him.

"Huh?"

"That. The possessiveness. Glaring at my brother every time he looks at Sam."

"Cas-"

"You're acting like a jealous boyfriend." I stiffened, feeling my cheeks warm at the accusation. J-jealous boyfriend? I was only looking out for my best friend! "Unless you are jealous," he suggested and I glared at him.

"Fuck you, Cas."

"Do you really mean that?" He challenged and once again, my face flamed at his words. And I don't know why, but for some reason my mind chose now to look at him- and I mean, really look at him. To see how blue his eyes were, how his bottom lip was slightly bigger than his top one, how his head only came up to my chin, but his wild disheveled hair made him appear taller- "T-that was supposed to be a joke," Castiel blushed, clearing his throat awkwardly and snapping me out of my stupor.

I swallowed. "Look, I'm doing this for Sam, alright? I'm not going into specifics, but right now he needs me more than ever, so can you stop nagging me and let me go find him?"

His eyes flickered between mine, the questions practically swirling in them before he nodded. "Fine, go on ahead."

"Thank you," I sighed in relief and I started to go forward when I paused. "Where the hell is Gabe?" I frowned, glancing around the cafeteria before I cursed. Sonofabitch, he went after Sam. I glared and ran after them, already about to turn the corner when their voices stopped me.

"Are you sure there's nothing going on between you guys?"

"Dean's straight, Gabe."

"That's not what I asked."

I peeked my head around the corner, my eyes settling on the two figures in the distance. Sam was staring at the lockers while Gabe stood beside him, arms crossed defensively over his chest.

"He just feels guilty about how he was treating me before," Sam answered.

"You mean how he made you cry and feel like shit?" Gabe frowned and I stiffened. I...I made Sammy cry? "I didn't know the guy had it in him to feel guilty after all the shit that he's pulled."

"Hey, you can't just-"

"Yes, I can because I know exactly what's going on here." He grabbed Sam's chin and turned his head towards him. "Don't take this as hope, Sam. Guys like Dean...there is no hope. I would know."

"Gabe..."

"I don't want you getting hurt, Sam. You mean too much to me for me to let that happen to you." And I don't know who leaned in first, but soon they were kissing, and my heart was aching more than it ever had, because...

What did Gabe mean when he said I was hopeless? What did he mean by saying I was going to hurt Sam?

And what did it mean when my heart clenched at the sight of them kissing?