Coming back from the dead to post this thing that i found on my computer
"Hypothetically," the younger boy began, "what would you do if I said I liked you?" Castiel pinched his fingertips softly.
"Hypothetically?" Dean hummed then glanced at Cas with a small smile. "Hypothetically, I'd say I liked you too." He kept his face forward, trying to ignore the other boy's beaming face. "So hypothetically," Dean brushed his fingers against Cas's, "what would you do if I asked to hold your hand?" The Winchester felt a warm sensation spread throughout his entire body when Castiel slid his hand into his own. He could feel a faint blush creep up his neck.
"Hypothetically, I'd hold it."
The two made their way down the sidewalk that bordered the reservoir. They walked down into the little tunnel that would spit them out into the riverbed. The entire time, they played their little game.
"Hypothetically, what would you do if I said you were handsome?"
"Hypothetically, what if I said you looked really good in class today?"
When they were halfway through the tunnel, tension started to form. Dean tried to steal more glances at Cas, and Cas was slowly getting closer to Dean. At one point during their game, the word 'hypothetically' stopped being used altogether.
Dean tugged at Cas's hand lightly when the boy began to walk ahead of him. He cocked his head to the side with a soft look.
"What's the matter, Dean?" Castiel felt himself shrink before the Winchester as he got close. Cas felt his back meet with the tunnel's wall. Dean hovered over him, and a smirk played at his lips.
"What if I asked," he mumbled, already leaning closer to Cas, "if I could kiss you?"
Castiel swallowed the spit that built up in his cheeks. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? He wanted this, and Dean was almost on top of him. It was so hot.
"I'd like that," Cas whispered. Dean hummed lightly. He brushed his lips against Cas's once or twice. The younger boy's mouth twitched in anticipation. Then finally, the space between them disappeared.
Cas had kissed a few people in his life. In middle school, he had to kiss a girl during a game of spin the bottle. He kissed his friends on dares. He'd kissed his last boyfriend. But none of those kisses were like this one.
Dean had let go of his hand to lightly cup his face, and his knee was between Cas's legs. His lips were strong but gentle. Dean knew what he was doing and how to do it. Castiel's body felt hot, and he melted into Dean with no doubt or hesitation.
Dean pulled back for a quick second. His hot breath hit Cas's neck in just the right spot to send shivers down his spine. It was like Dean knew because he buried his face into the crook of Cas's neck and carefully placed hot kisses wherever he pleased. This was a new sensation for Castiel. Constant tremors had flown down his back, his whole body was hot, and he could feel tinges of pleasure building up in his stomach.
Dean rocked his knee back and forth between Cas. The steady rhythm of his leg and his mouth had made Cas see stars. It was heaven.
Then suddenly, Dean froze. Cas hummed questioningly, then peeked over Dean's shoulder. A random guy had started to walk through the tunnel. He stood still, looking embarrassed.
"Sup." Dean pulled his mouth into a forced, awkward smile. What else what he supposed to do?
"Sup," Cas had followed, and he bobbed his head lightly.
The guy sped off, trying to pretend he didn't just walk in on two teenage boys getting hot and heavy in a dirty tunnel at 1 in the morning.
Dean looked back at Cas, who so badly wanted to crawl into his skin and die. Then Cas sheepishly looked back at Dean.
The two burst into laughter.
Dean got off of Castiel to throw his head back in a hysterical fit of laughter. Cas tried to hold himself on the wall but slid down.
"Sup!?" Cas wheezed. Dean stumbled over to him and sat down.
"Oh my god, that poor guy," he rested his hand on Cas's leg, still laughing, "fuck, that was embarrassing.." Dean pressed his head on the wall, then turned his head to look at the younger boy.
"Sup," Cas greeted before laughing again. Dean covered his mouth, trying to hide his amusement.
"Ok, ok. So I have an idea," the Winchester began after catching his breath, "you know the baseball fields by the elementary school?"
