One dare, that's all it takes to set off a disaster. Especially if you're caught sleeping with-
"Cas, can you start the story at the beginning, please? Don't confuse the poor people, the middle of the story isn't a good place to start. That's why it isn't called the beginning, Cas. Also, it's your fault for hiding from everyone in there, ya antisocial shit."
"Dean you know I'm not antisocial, I'm an introvert. There's a difference. Second, I was starting the story, just starting it with an interesting line. People have smartphones and can ignore us."
"Yeah, right. Introverts hide in closets because they don't like parties. Just start from the beginning."
Castiel Novak was sulking in the back of the car. He didn't want to go to Dean's stupid sleepover, but he had to show Naomi the invitation. Now his mom was making him go to the party to socialize with the other boys in his grade. There was a small problem, though. He didn't like anyone in his grade. There was one exception, but he technically didn't count because he was his crush.
Dean Winchester, the perfect boy. He was so infuriating, because he was the handsomest boy ever, with his perfect green eyes and the smile that could melt ice in Siberia and light up the darkest day. The part that made him infuriating, however, was that he was straight. He couldn't have feelings for him, no matter how hard he wanted him to, because he only liked girls. So there he remained, a gay eighth grader with a crush on a straight guy.
"Alright, Castiel, here's your stop. Make sure you have your stuff, have fun," Naomi said. He hopped out with his little backpack, with a change of clothes and his blanket. Yes, he couldn't sleep without his blanket. As he walked along the Winchester's driveway, he tripped over a rock and his face slammed down on the asphalt. He let out a yelp of surprise, and it must have been a loud one, because Cas could see Dean running towards him through his dazed double vision.
"Cas, are you ok? I heard you from the house, you were so loud." Dean had concern in his emerald eyes, and he was amazed that he could notice that, despite the fact his head was spinning and there were three houses in the background. Dean helped him stumble inside, where he was fussed over by Mrs. Winchester until he was clearheaded enough to resist her worryings. "I'm fine, Mrs. Winchester, I'm not dizzy anymore."
"Are you sure, darling? You still look pale, and you're shaking so much I can see it. Sit down for just five more minutes."
"I said I'm fine, Mrs. Winchester, this cold pack'll do fine. Stop fussing." Castiel then moved to join the others in the living room, ready for interrogation about what happened and why his face is covered in band aids. Oh great, Benny's here.
"Hey Novak, finally come to join us for some Truth or Dare before we go to bed?"
"Nah, I might watch though."Just then Dean walked over and plopped himself next to Cas, with two cookies in hand and a smile on his face. "Want one, Cas?" Dean offered.
"Sure, I'd love one. What flavor?"
"Why would I bring you anything but chocolate chip? You ask too many questions." He then handed one to Cas as he took a bite of his own.
"Now who's up for a game of Interrogation or Humiliation?" Dean joked.Many rounds passed without event, question after question about who they liked and a very strange dare involving a banana and an air pump. Cas was tired, and he was bored out of his mind, so he went to turn in.
"Good night guys, I'm gonna turn in for the night." They couldn't hear him, though, over the sound of Rufus eating three pieces of pizza at once. He tried to settle down in Dean's room, cuddled up in his little blanket, but he couldn't, because by the time he almost fell asleep the boys tried to draw on his face in Sharpie.
"What do you guys think you're doing with that pen?"But his brain didn't want to cooperate, and it noticed that Dean was not among the group of pranksters trying to embarrass him. As he was lost in thought, the three boys slunk out of the room and he was left alone again. He decided he had enough of this, and decided to move out of the open, where he could be pranked again by them. He wandered around, trying to decide on a good spot. He eventually settled on Mrs. Winchester's walk-in closet. It smelled of Dean and Mrs. Winchester, a nice blend of leather and cinnamon. The closet was actually nice, very peaceful, and the shadows hid him from people who were looking for him. He drifted off in a matter of minutes, but his sleep was soon interrupted by a stumbling and two voices.
"You sure you wanna do this, man?" He recognized the voice of Gordon, the other boy he invited to the sleepover.
"Yeah, all night or bust. See ya in the morning."
"Aight, man. Good night." He then heard the click of the closet door, and Dean stepped in. The sliver of light let in by the door slowly shrank, and then it went away completely. Cas then took the opportunity to announce his presence.
"You know, it's funny that I came in here to avoid people, yet here you are." "Cas? Why are you in my mom's closet?"
"First, answer mine. Is this a dare?"
"Yeah, Benny dared me to stay in here for the night. I assume you came here out of free will?"
"You know it. I just wanted respite from their dares and pranks. I was also forced into this by my mom, who claimed it was good to socialize." Dean then scooted up next to Castiel, who immediately blushed so hard Dean definitely would've noticed if the light was on. He then turned toward the wall, unable to look at him without the blood rushing to his cheeks.
"I don't look that ugly, do I?" Dean noticed. Damn.
"No, I want to sleep. What time is it?" He looked down at his watch, then replied.
"Dean, is it really two am? Damn, we're up late. Good night, I have my brother's game tomorrow."
"Hey, wait, I have something to tell you, now that we're alone." Shitshitshitshitshitshit.
"..What is it?"
"You know how I love pie, right? and you know that I don't like cake, you know what I'd do if you offered me cake, right?"
"You'd throw a fit."
"No, I'd decline respectfully. Shut up Cas, I'm trying to make a point." "Dean, you'd put the cake all over my face and you know it."
"That isn't the point I'm making shut your piehole. So anyway, imagine there was this amazing looking cake. Like the most delicious looking cake and it's so beautiful I forget completely about pie. It's like a cake angel come down from heaven saying 'eat me' and there's even like a halo and stuff."
"So what point is this exactly?"
"You're my best friend and as your best friend I have to tell you first that I might be a little gay." Cas squinted his eyes, confused, then gave up and laid back down.
"Great, now there's more competition."
"What? Don't you want to know how I found out I was a little gay?"
"Eh, whatever. I really don't give a shit at this point considering the only person I ever liked was straight." Now he's gay, he added in his head.
"Uh, maybe I'm a little gay for..." the next part was mumbled incomprehensibly.
"I didn't hear you. Louder."
"You." Cas then exclaimed "What!" so loud the guys came running to see what happened.
"I sat on a clothes hanger. Relax." They then tiptoed back, now gratified by Dean's lie.
"Surprise, I'm gay too." Castiel shot back, as soon as they closed the door. An awkward silence followed afterwards, and you could practically hear the crickets outside the house. They slowly hovered closer, both of them staring at the other's lips, then Dean suddenly leaned forward and they connected. It was long, slow, and passionate, like a candle flame burning silently on the wick. He then snaked his arm around Cas's waist, and he didn't resist. It felt good to finally confess and have the contentment of loving and being loved in return, and for the first time he didn't have to lie to anybody. He tangled his legs with Dean and wrapped his arms around his chest, pulling him even closer. Enveloped in the aura of warmth and tired, he drifted off with his head on Dean's shoulder and his whole body tingling.
"GOOD MORNING VIIIETNAAM!!" The boys shouted, and rudely awakened the two of them.
"Hey, lookit, Winchester's got himself a boyfriend!" Gordon jeered, and the others snickered. Benny chimed in with another snarky comment.
"Hey, while you were in there, did you find Narnia?" Still bleary with sleep and too confused to give a shit, he replied with "But where is Narnia...?"
