(Because who doesn’t love a little fake dating?)
“Uh-oh,” Dean whispered, pulling Cas into a random aisle. He hadn’t expected to come across Lisa in the grocery story.
He and Cas had been picking out food for their weekly movie night and sleepover. They have started this tradition because school, relationships, family got in the way of their friendship. They didn’t see much of each other for a few weeks until they both decided that it was enough.
They needed something to make sure they saw each other at least once a week outside of school.
And thus the tradition was born.
Dean was secretly ecstatic that he got to spend so much more time with Cas. Especially since sleeping together in one bed wasn’t that uncommon anymore.
Yes, yes, he has a crush on Cas. There was nothing new there. Apparently, everybody knew except the person who matters the most.
Castiel Novak.
The same person he just pulled into an aisle, hiding behind the shelves of cereal.
“What are you doing, Dean?” Castiel asked, but low enough only for Dean to hear. These are the kinds of things Dean loves him for, just going along with Dean even though he has no clue what is happening just because Dean is fed up with it.
“Lisa is here,” Dean whispered back, sneakily peeking behind the shelves. “Crap! She saw me.”
“No!” Dean exclaimed, making Cas take a step back. “I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that the break up was messy-”
“I was well aware of that,” Cas interrupted him with a look that had ‘you’re an idiot’ written all over it.
“I know that you know, Cas,” Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know,” Dean admitted, searching Cas’ deep blue eyes for an answer.
“You can pretend you’re dating me?” Castiel suggested though he said it unsure like he's scared how Dean is going to react.
“You would do that for me?” And with that, Dean wants to smack himself in the face and fall through the filthy grocery shop floor.
He did not just say that.
Castiel chuckled and gently patted Dean’s cheek. “Of course.”
Dean then mustered all of his courage, his heart beating, his palms sweating and did a heatwave just roll in? Anyway, he grabbed Castiel’s hand in his, Castiel briefly squeezed his hand in return and relaxed.
Dean let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and stepped into the open with Castiel.
During their small conversation, Lisa had walked away and Dean sighed in relieve.
“Didn’t know you two are together,” a voice said from behind them, making them both jump 3 feet into the air.
“Damn, Lisa, you scared the crap out of me!” Dean nearly screamed, quickly closing his mouth when he noticed Lisa’s venomous expression.
“We are,” Castiel said confidently, easily grabbing Dean’s hand like they have done it a thousand times before. “We have been for a while.”
“You dumped me for this freak?!” Lisa exclaimed, pointing her finger accusingly at Cas. “Come on, Dean, you can do better. You still have me and I know you want to.”
Dean’s blood has been boiling after ‘freak’ and Castiel’s hand is slowly being compressed by Dean’s much larger one.
“I dumped you because you are manipulative and you only dated me because I’m popular.”
“Hmm, I just saw a potential in the two of us. The power couple of Lawrence High.”
“We will never get back together, Lisa. I’m with Cas,” Dean said, unknowingly stepping in front of him to be a wall, separating Lisa from Cas.
“I don’t believe it,” Lisa smirked, her eyes dancing.
“Like I care,” Dean scoffed, the hand that isn’t holding Cas’ clenching until his knuckles turned white.
Dean started protesting, about how they don’t have to do it, that they had nothing to prove to her. However, Cas had different plans.
Castiel turned Dean around, inching closer.
“Kiss me,” Castiel whispered, throwing his arms around Dean to pull him even closer, their chests touching.
“You don’t have to, Cas,” Dean said, his eyes darkened but his hands wavering. He wanted to touch Cas, but not like this. Not when the only reason Cas would let him, is because of his crazy ex-girlfriend.
“I want to,” Castiel said, pulling back enough for Dean to see the want in his eyes, to hear the truth in his words.
Dean couldn’t contain himself and lunged at Cas, claiming his lips with his own.
They stayed like this, warm and content, even when Lisa frowned and walked away, when the group elderly walking by aww-ed and their grandchildren squealed about cooties.
They broke apart when they felt like their lungs were going to explode with bright smiles and soft eyes.
“I want you,” Dean whispered. It wasn’t a love confession per se and in a different situation the context would’ve meant something different entirely, but Cas understood and nodded.
“You have always had me and you always will.”
