Fly Me to the Moon (Part 2)
Destiel (Castiel/Dean Winchester)
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Chapter 1
Dean feels like an idiot. Like a damn fucking idiot and he hates it. Three weeks, it had been three weeks of flirting and compliments and smiling and winking and Dean had tried fucking everything already and he hadn't made the tiniest bit of progress with Cas. Had he really screw up his chances with a guy because he slipped in one Taylor Swift quote? Like what kind of bullshit was that? So what, he likes Blank Space? Is that really a deal breaker? Like who even does that. It's a damn good song. And Taylor Swift isn't really that bad. What kind of fucked up person makes Taylor Swift a deal breaker?
He knows, deep down, it doesn't all have to do with that one Taylor Swift quote. But he's pissed and frustrated and he has to take it out at something. And his friends notice the mood swings on Dean, they notice how touchy he is and the way that instead of comebacks their jokes are responded with bitch faces. They asked once or twice and every time, Dean gives them the same answer. "I'm fine." To be fair, Dean gets quite scary when he's annoyed.
To top it all off, he seems to be seeing Castiel fucking everywhere. The cafeteria, during class, the hall, the bathroom, the way back home, his head. Principally his head. It's like becoming conscious of blinking—annoying, tiring, and you can't wait until you forget it again. But it seems to be that all that annoyance only makes for Dean to want Cas more and more. And it's crazy. "Dean? Dean!" Victor snaps him back to the table. He rolls his eyes and mumbles what, dismissing him, not taking his eyes of the black haired guy across the room. "Basketball game on Friday. You coming or not?" It was the third—probably fourth—time they asked him.
"Can't. Got stuff to do."
Benny gives Victor a look, they both know him too well to know the only thing that gets him that annoyed is wanting to sleep with someone and not being able to do it. Whoever the bastard is, they better give in fast, because Dean is getting pretty fucking annoying.
Across the room, Balthazar huffs and rolls his eyes as Cas is eating, lost inside his head, thinking of a certain greened eyed, pretty blond. "What?" He raises his eyes from his sandwich and to his friend.
"He's staring again," he says, looking at Dean. And oh, if looks could kill.
Cas turns to look at Dean, who smiles at him. He returns the smile, almost involuntarily, but to be honest, Dean Winchester has one hell of a charming smile. "Just ignore him." It was a bit hypocritical for Cas to say that, he himself knew how hard it was to ignore Dean Winchester, and the task seemed to be more and more difficult every time, as Dean's attention gradually turned more to Castiel. But he was doing pretty good so far. Although Cas didn't know how much longer he could keep it up, and he had no idea how persistent Dean could be. It was a little annoying, Cas couldn't deny that, but it was also quite cute and funny to see how hard Dean was trying. Everything was okay, until they stepped into ballet class. Bro jokes and teasing weren't a problem, but man could Dean Winchester whine. He didn't want to do the exercises or he was tired or he didn't understand or his clothes were too tight—or too loose—or he had forgotten his bottle of water or his feet hurt or he couldn't do the position or… the list went on and on. Cas had tried to be as nice as he possibly could be, but it was hard to try to help someone while being hit on by that person. Sometimes it was sweet, sometimes it made Cas genuinely laugh, but he wasn't quite sure he liked it—on the other hand, he wasn't quite sure he didn't. Although, the idea of being chased by Dean Winchester wasn't all that bad.
"Who the hell does he think he is to be looking at you like that?" Apparently, Balthazar doesn't think so. He has been especially jumpy since Cas told him Dean had walked in on him rehearsing and now he was mad at the world and overly protective. And Cas was getting tired of being treated as a hopeless baby. He loved his best friend, Balthazar was the sweetest guy ever and Castiel and him had been inseparable since they were little, but he sometimes forgot there were lines they weren't supposed to cross. Apparently, today was one of those days, Castiel notices as he feels his best friend's arm wrap around him and pull him close. "Balthazar… it's okay really. We'll just ignore him and that's it." But his comment goes unnoticed, and his best friend just pulls him closer. Cas lets it happen, he's not quite sure he likes it—but he's not quite sure he doesn't. He rests his head on Balthazar's shoulder and starts talking to him mindlessly.
Dean grunts and drops his food, getting up and starting to leave. "Yo buddy aren't you gonna finish that?" Benny asks, but Dean doesn't even turn to look at him, he just keeps walking. "Not hungry."
"The Novak guy?" Victor says, making Benny turn his eyes to him. "Is that who Dean's got the hots for? Gabe's little brother?" He nods at the table across the room and Benny turns to look at the very cuddly couple. Castiel isn't all that popular at school, and he's not really interested in being popular. He usually just hangs out with the same group of friends he's always had and lays low, drawing as little attention to himself as possible. Except for when he dances. From the moment he sets a foot onstage he's filled with drive and passion and confidence. There is nothing on Earth Castiel does better than dancing. And he knows it.
So some people at school recognize him from his performances, after all, watching him dance is something hard to forget, as Dean had recently discovered, but he was mainly known around the school as Gabe's little brother. Gabriel Novak was one of the most popular guys at school—if not the most popular. Charming, handsome, funny, soul of the party, and most importantly: a genius with pranks. And he'd been dating one Sam Winchester for almost six months now.
Back at the cafeteria, Balthazar says something that makes Cas laugh, making Benny and Victor share a look. It's not proper of Dean to go after a guy who's taken. (Castiel and Balthazar had never made their relationship public but cmon. They didn't spend one second of the day without each other, they held hands, they cuddled, they were so a thing). Or, well… someone who's like Castiel at all, so there must be something real special with this kid if it upsets Dean so much that he can't get him.
"Should we like… do something?" Benny asks looking back and forth from the table across the room to his friend sitting in front of him.
"I don't know man, but it's getting annoying."
* Dean is at his usual hiding spot, having a smoke. He's buried so deep into the ongoing battle of feelings and thoughts, things he wishes to ignore, and things he doesn't understand, the annoying well-known pain of a migraine starts crippling upwards from the back of his head. He takes a long blow at his cigarette and closes his eyes, letting the smoke soothe him and trying to clear his thoughts a little. And as it had been happening lately, he can't seem to close his eyes without seeing a certain blue eyed dancer. Dean sighs, running from the thought of the dark haired guy for a second. He was overwhelmed by an overflow of emotions and he had no idea why he was so upset. But it was a little frustrating to think that after so many efforts Cas hadn't fallen for him yet. Was it really that hard to fall for him? Dean knew he wasn't exactly Prince Charming… but was he really all that bad? Thinking of his reputation made him shrug. He'd always been really proud of it, always thought it was something to brag about, it gave him a name and a story and everyone at school knew him for it. But, for once, he wishes Cas didn't know him for his reputation, but for who he really was. Not that it was much of anything whatsoever, but he wasn't exactly the heartless, ruthless, son of a bitch everyone made him to be. And he was tired. He was scared that the name he had made for himself would scare Cas away.
He's so lost into himself he doesn't even hear the footsteps nearing him, it's not until a heavy shadow falls upon him that he turns to see the silhouette of the person standing in front of him. Bringing a hand up to shield his eyes, he sees a familiar, nameless face. But the plain sight of it makes Dean's stomach knot with rage. "Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing here?" Dean isn't in the mood for bullshit.
"Just keep your hands off what isn't yours, Winchester."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You know exactly what it means. You really think a guy like Cassie would want anything to do with a guy like you? That's pathetic. You're bad news and Cassie doesn't need you. He doesn't need your trouble. Stay away from him." And he walks away.
Dean has never wanted to punch someone in the face so bad.
* Dean avoids Cas for the rest of the week.
Every time they run into each other in the hallway, the bathroom, during class, instead of winking or waving or slipping in some cheesy pickup line, Dean turns away. He looks the other way, he walks away, he sits on the other corner of the room. Leaving Cas with small, awkward, expectant smiles. When Cas waves, he pretends he didn't see anything. If he says hi, Dean storms out of the room. And Cas doesn't like it. He feels awkward and self conscious, and he doesn't exactly know why but he misses it. Not just the attention, but Dean's presence. The days feel lonely and Cas just wants for them to end and go home. On the other hand, he also kinda can't wait for ballet class. There's no way Dean will ignore him at ballet class… right? Cas shrugs when he sees Dean turn and walk the other way when they're about to run into each other. His stomach feels uneasy. Damn it this week is going to be long.
Ballet class finally comes, and when the bell rings letting everyone out of class, a certain blue eyed dancer runs as fast as he can to the nearest bathroom to change. Cas had never spent so much time making sure he looked good on his tights. But after looking at himself in the mirror for long enough to make him start looking weird and out place, he fixes his hair one last time and walks into the ballet room, practicing what he's going to say to Dean when he comes in, thinking of a way he could reach out for him without it being weird. When Dean walks in the room, wearing a perfect poker face, Cas can't decide between waving or saying hi so he does both. Dean ignores both and Cas tries to convince himself he didn't see him and everything will be back to normal during class. There's only one problem: there's nothing. No winks, no smirks, no cheesy pickup lines. Not even a friendly smile, not even whining. Dean is dead silent. Everyone notices the sudden change, and Dean can hear the chitchat about it but he literally couldn't care less, he's too tired and too annoyed to care. So let them talk all they want, it's not gonna change anything.
And damn does Cas notice. The room is full of people but it feels empty and awfully lonely. He goes through the motions, moving like the perfect little statue he is and Dean doesn't even look his way. It's weird. And it makes him feel uneasy and uncomfortable with himself. The atmosphere is awfully heavy and loaded with tension, with a bunch of unsaid feelings radiating from Dean, and the air is also stained by Castiel's own feelings. Those weird sensations that make his stomach feel funny when he thinks about Dean. The black matter and space dust inside of him full of little constellations he cannot seem to find or understand. The only thing Cas is sure of, though, is that he misses Dean's presence around him when it's not there.
When the class is over the teacher calls them both to speak to them. Cas sighs in relieve, this is his chance, there's no way Dean can ignore him now. "Dean, I'm surprised with how much progress you've made. I'm really happy with that," she starts, smiling and trying to catch Dean's eye, but he seems lost in his thoughts. And, as Cas discovers, Dean can ignore him, even now. "However, for the upcoming presentation everything has to be perfect, so I wanted you to stay with Castiel to check out the choreography so he can help you with any doubts you have."
Cas smiles at Dean, who just looks straight ahead, still very much ignoring him. "Sure, I can do that."
"Great. I'll check out the progress made next class. See you guys then. Have a nice weekend."
The half-empty room finishes emptying itself. Cas turns at Dean, who is seemingly still ignoring him, and clears his throat, looking for something to say. He finds he's forgotten every single word in the English language. He looks down at his hands that seem awkward and out of place and he moves in his spot, turning back at Dean. Yep, he's still ignoring him. Cas sees the seconds go by impossibly slowly and begs for Dean to say something. But he doesn't. And time doesn't stop but it simultaneously doesn't go any faster so Cas blurts out the only thing he can think of. "Hey…"
"Oh so now you're talking to me? Your boyfriend let you do that?" Dean snaps, making Cas raise his eyebrows and open his mouth to speak, but he's speechless. What?
"Okay… uh… well uh… see… I don't know what's bothering you so much but I don't have a boyfriend." Dean turns to look at him for the first time all day and he just rolls his eyes. "Dean… I don't know what's going on or what I did but—"
Dean cuts in. "Seriously? You don't have a boyfriend? You just cuddle in the middle of the cafeteria with the first cute guy with a British accent that looks at you right I guess." He shrugs, not even knowing himself what is bothering him so much, but he's mad. And he's confused. And he wants it to stop.
Cas tilts his head in confusion, of all the stages of cute Dean he's seen so far—and he's seen quite a few—, this one is definitely the cutest. Pouty and grumpy and just plain adorable. He smiles to himself and represses the urge to laugh a little. "Balthazar?" Cas frowns softly, then smiles again, "Dean, he's just my best friend. And he's French, not British," the statement makes Dean roll his eyes so hard he gives himself a headache and Cas silently curses himself from talking too much. He clears his throat and tries again, "really, he's not my boyfriend."
Grumpy Dean rolls his eyes yet again. "Does he know that?"
"Of course he knows that. We've been best friends since we were little and we've always been there for each other. So, yeah, maybe we spend a lot of time together and we cuddle and whatever. But we're just friends, Dean, nothing could ever happen between us. It would be too awkward… we know so much about each other… he's my best friend and I love him. Just not in that way." He smiles softly. "And let's get one thing settled, I'm not a cafeteria cuddle whore. If you want to cuddle me you have to buy me lunch first."
A little bit against his will, Dean smiles for a fraction of a second before strapping on the poker face again and returning to the subject, thus feeling his whole body being filled with rage little by little again. "You say he's not your boyfriend but you treat him like he is," Dean sighs and rolls his eyes. Cas had never met someone who did that so much. "You know what it's stupid. Do whatever the fuck you want."
"Dean…"
"No, seriously. You go ahead and play boyfriends with that asshole, not that it even matters. But just for the record, you can do better."
A sigh falls off Castiel's mouth. "I don't have to do better because we're not a couple. No matter how much couple-y stuff we do. He's just my best friend and you—" not until then it hits him. Cas frowns and tilts his head full of curiosity. "Are you jealous?"
Dean straightens and stiffens in his spot. "What? Pff of course not! Wh-jealous? Why would I be jealous?"
Laughter starts pouring out of Cas's mouth. But it isn't mocking, mean laughter like Dean had expected, no. It's just pure, joyful, funny laughter. And it makes Dean smile, no matter how hard he tries not to. "You're jealous!" He squeals and laughs a little more, which makes Dean start laughing.
"No I'm not!" He says trying to keep a straight face—and failing. And as Cas keeps laughing Dean can't help but imitate. "Shut up." They laugh a bit more. Then they laugh a lot more. And it actually feels damn good to let go of all the awkward unwanted tension.
Laughter goes hysterical when Cas starts tickling Dean. "Oh stop!" Dean says, on the verge of tears, stomach aching from all the laughing, until he starts his own counter attack that chases Cas off to the floor, taking him down, and making him laugh and giggle and squeal and let out little screams that are the cutest thing Dean has ever heard. Dean climbs on top of him and tickles him a bit more, not minding how many times Cas asks him to stop. When Dean looks into Cas's eyes, the tickling stops. They're both lying on the floor, one on top of the other, all messy and sweaty and heavy breathing and having the longest staring contest ever as Dean ever so slowly leans so close to Cas, he can feel his warm breath tickle and caress his skin. So close, their lips brush when Dean speaks in a whisper. "So what if I am?"
And they kiss.
Cas's heart stops at the mere sense of being complete he gets from having Dean on top of him, he becomes conscious of every spot their bodies are touching and decides they're not enough, so he throws his arms around Dean's neck and pulls him close, feeling his strong arms embrace him and grab him by the waist, making him feel protected and safe. Their lips dance and move and slowly, they build up into one another with soft strokes and slow, but hungry movements and the sweetest poison that is Dean's taste. Castiel can't get enough. That's why he dismisses it when his lungs cry for air and pulls the other guy closer, digging his hands into the sandy, silky, blond mess of a desert Dean's hair is. Playing with it and pulling ever so softly at it, being rewarded by the sweetest sounds coming from Dean's mouth and pressed against his own. And damn, that's a kiss.
They part, even messier and sweatier and heavy breathing intensified, but they don't have time to think about it because Dean pulls his little dancer in for some more of those sweet lips.
Before they even know it, their "rehearsal" hour is almost over, but they couldn't care less. Sitting on the floor, laughing and kissing and talking and touching. The hour comes and goes, along with many others.
Aaaah these two idiots finally kissed, and jealous Dean! I loooove it. Next chapter is about halfway done and should be posted soon. Thanks for the likes and reblogs <3
-Sofia :D
