FIC INFORMATION
College Student!Dean x College Student!Castiel
Word Count: 826 | TW: Roommate Rivalry | POV: Third Person | By: MultifandomHC | Themes: angst, a happy ending, Dean being a stubborn little shit | Reqs are open!
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Castiel sat outside of his own dorm, locked out and leaning against the door. Dean was acting disproportionately to the situation at hand, he was being completely childish. In what world was it a sane reaction to lock somebody out of their own home? Castiel had no idea what he had done, but he knew it was nothing that could gain this sort of reaction out of Dean. So he frowned, staring at the door as he pulled his lips into a thin line. What could he do, what could he say, to help resolve this situation? To try and play it civil?
He and Dean didn’t exactly get along like good old friends, they were however known as the college’s 'biggest rivals.' From constant pranks to genuine fights, they ruled the campus’s top drama blog. And yet, the head of campus had paired them as dorm mates. Castiel had tried to be civil, but the eldest Winchester brother made it extremely hard. Especially when doing stupid shit like this.
"Dean, let me in." Castiel demanded, voice gruff as it broke through the silence that was gathering between them through the oak door.
There was shuffling heard on Dean’s end, the familiar sound of feet scuffing on carpet as the boy approached from the other side.
"Why should I?" Dean asked, tone clipped and irritated, though Castiel had no idea why.
"Because I live here." Castiel seethed, resting his forehead against hard surface that separated them.
"Not good enough." Dean said, his footsteps starting to dull as he seemed to walk away.
"Dean! Wait!" Castiel called urgently, his pride wounded as he begged at his own door for permission to come inside.
"…What?" Greeted him after a few long seconds of agonising silence.
"Why are you not letting me in?" Castiel asked, running a hand down his face as he turned to rest his back against the door. He genuinely wanted to find a solution to their problem.
"Because I don’t want you here, go stay somewhere else." Dean huffed in response, which made Castiel’s patience wear thin.
"Dean, who else am I meant to stay with?" He growled, pinching the skin between his brows in frustration as he puffed a loud huff of air from his lungs.
"I dunno, maybe go ask your new girlfriend. The one who can’t stop drooling all over you." Dean hissed from his side of the door, tone sounding decidedly…
"Dean. Are you jealous? " Castiel asked, his eyes widening at the realisation.
"What!? No!" Came Dean’s defensive reply, and Castiel knew then and there exactly what the issue at hand was.
"Dean, she’s not my girlfriend, if that’s what you’re thinking." Castiel said, a small smile pulling at his lips as he turned to face the door, amusement starting to build in his chest.
"Oh." Was the reply, sounding wounded, defeated, and Castiel decided stupid, as well.
"Yes, now may I come in?" Castiel asked, crossing his arms over his chest, warmth spreading throughout.
There was silence for a few moments before the door’s top lock chain was unhooked and the doorknob was twisted. Dean stood on the other side, red in the face and pouting slightly. Castiel smirked softly at the display, tilting his head as he leaned against the doorframe, this new discovery making him feel rather prideful.
"Don’t look at me like that." Dean huffed, turning around with an eye roll as he walked back inside.
"Like what, Dean?" Castiel shot back with ease, closing and locking the door behind him before heading off in Dean’s direction.
"In that weird menacing way you do." Dean groaned in response, moving to sit at the dining room table, head held in his hands, much like he had a hang over.
"Weird and menacing?" Castiel asked with a scoff, standing in front of Dean as the man sat, hands on hips.
"Yes! Like what you’re doing right now!" Dean growled, gesturing wildly with his free hand in Castiel’s way.
"Yeah, sure, Dean." Castiel chuckled, shaking his head.
It makes sense now, Castiel thought as he looked down at Dean from his position, a small smirk tugging at the curve of his lip. What comes with being rivals, is being the centre of each other’s attention. When that attention was drawn away, Dean must’ve felt betrayed. Forgotten. Meg wasn’t Castiel’s girlfriend, though they’d make out for fun at parties. Dean must’ve seen them together at some point, and assumed they were an item. Oh Dean, sweet and silly Dean, came Castiel’s next thought.
"Well, no need to lock me out in the future, you’ve got my undivided attention, sweetcheeks." Castiel teased, leaning down to give a peck to Dean’s forehead.
"Eugh- man! Gross!" Dean hissed, smearing the wet spot on his skin with the back of his hand.
"Love you too, Winchester." Castiel chuckled out, walking into his room and closing the door behind him.
Oh, if only he knew.
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