This turned into nerd!Cas more than anything, but I hope you still like it! (also on ao3!)
If the text had come from virtually anyone else, Dean would have immediately thought it was a come-on.
But seeing as it was from none other than Cas, the potentially suggestive statement was mollified into a matter of fact announcement. My siblings will all be out of the house this afternoon. You can come by around four o'clock.
Even knowing who it was from and the exact intent behind the words, Dean couldn't help but let his mind wander to the more provocative side of the message. He was a horny bisexual teenager for God's sake, who could blame him?
Especially since Cas was practically the epitome of sex. He had the dark, tousled hair of someone who had just been thoroughly fucked, the kind of perpetual five o'clock shadow that called to mind some kind of male model.
His eyes, big and bright and impossibly blue, would piercing and analytical. Dean wondered what they would look like when softened by pleasure, the light irises overtaken by his dilated pupils.
His lips were obscenely pink, plump and perfect and unbelievably enticing. They looked slightly chapped, constantly making Dean wonder if they would be rough if he kissed them. Among other things.
Essentially, Cas was like an angel come to Earth, gorgeous and ethereal and hot like burning. The only problem with that was that Cas actually acted like a little angel.
While Dean was a jock in every sense save for the stereotypical stupidity, captain of the football team and a proud grease monkey on the weekends, Cas was the embodiment of a nerd.
He was valedictorian of their class to the surprise of absolutely no one, not even people who deemed themselves too cool to care about class rankings. Dean wasn't sure what exactly Cas' GPA was but he had suspicions that it was near 5.0, if not surpassing it.
Needless to say, Cas was ridiculously smart. Mind-blowingly. Astonishingly. Sometimes overwhelmingly.
He knew about everything from ancient theological theories about the Bible to the most recent breakthroughs in the realm of astrophysics. And boy could he talk about anything and everything in between.
While usually soft-spoken and awkwardly taciturn, enough for people to have mistakenly presumed that he was mute, Cas could talk for hours on end. He just needed someone to spark the conversation.
That was part of the reason why the poor guy had a reputation for being painfully awkward. Of course, it was true and half the time Cas seemed a zebra amongst horses but it still provided fodder for all kinds of nasty rumors.
His heavy involvement in a whole score of school-sponsored clubs deemed nerdy by his peers didn't help, either. In true nerd form, Cas was on the debate team, chess team, and the quiz bowl team.
Hell, Cas even dressed like a nerd. He may not have worn glasses but he constantly showed up to school in button-ups and slacks and shined shoes. He was even known to wear a tie occasionally, sweater vests too.
But none of that mattered to Dean. Well, it did, but it took a backseat to the more important fact that Cas was amazing and Dean had it bad for him.
Which is why, when he received the perfectly innocent text from the dorky little guy, his mind took the expressway straight to a daydream full of depravity and wistful lust. His head immediately filled with all kinds of ideas about what two people could do in a big, empty house.
And not one of those things he imagined had anything to do with studying or tutoring. The latter of which was the only reason Cas was inviting him over in the first place.
While Dean was usually a rather good student himself — he was smart despite what many people expected from him, more than a pretty face who could play football ― he had wound up falling a little behind in English. He had been too busy practicing for the big homecoming game to study for his first big English exam of the school year.
In his defense, football might get him a scholarship that would actually let him go to college while knowing just what exactly Hamlet's tragic flaw was wouldn't. (It was his inability to act, Cas had informed him.)
Because his grades had started to slip, his uncle Bobby had inquired with the school about getting Dean a tutor. Dean's English teacher had been all too happy to comply, immediately looking into the available student tutors.
Dean had dreaded it, at first. He had been sure that he was going to wind up with some asshole who treated him like dirt just because he wasn't in all honors classes.
But instead, he had been paired up with Cas.
Cas, who was patient and never faulted Dean for occasionally struggling with some of the more difficult aspects of their English curriculum. Cas, who was sweet and quiet and listened to Dean's stories about football despite admitting that he didn't care for sports.
Cas, who somehow managed to make boring plays and mind-numbing poems more interesting than the most recent storylines on Dr. Sexy. Cas, who took time out of his own day to help Dean with his projects even though the school only required him to tutor Dean eight hours a week.
Cas, who shared Dean's secret love of Star Wars and Vonnegut, who vehemently agreed with Dean that Batman was most certainly a superhero. Cas, whose smile had quickly become the most beautiful thing that Dean had ever seen.
Cas, who Dean had completely fallen for.
Which is why Dean had been unexpectedly ecstatic when his English teacher announced that they were adding a project to the curriculum. Because that meant he had another reason to see Cas.
He had already decided on the topic and, with the help from his buddy Charlie, the most computer savvy person he knew, he had already finished the presentation portion. He just needed to finish the actual paper which gave him the perfect excuse to ask Cas for help.
He had messaged Cas about needing someone to proofread his paper and had, in turn, received Cas' unintentionally innuendo-laden reply.
He had a few hours to kill before four o'clock rolled around, giving him enough time to get some things in order before heading over to Cas' place.
He threw together a couple burgers for lunch, calling Sam down from his room before the little nerd got too engrossed in studying to remember to eat. It was a little disturbing just how similar Cas and Sam were.
Speaking of his tutor, Dean informed his little brother that he would be stopping by Cas' to work on his English problem. With their dad out of town, Dean wasn't too keen on leaving Sam home alone, claiming he would drop Sam off at Bobby's heading to Cas'.
Sam hadn't raised any complaints. He would probably have a blast at Bobby's where he could read all the books in their uncle's makeshift library.
So, after finishing lunch and making sure Sam had everything he would need to spend a few hours at Bobby's, Dean hopped in the shower. He scrubbed off all the dirt and grime from his day, making sure he used the fancy shampoo that Cas had offhandedly mentioned was his favorite.
After drying off, Dean had thrown on some faded jeans and a black t-shirt. And, because he may or may not have had a bit of a kink for the whole jock/nerd thing, he decided to throw on his varsity jacket.
Sam had rolled his eyes at him as they loaded into the Impala, muttering something under his breath about Dean being a horndog. Dean had gotten him back by teasing Sam about the cute new girl in his history class, Jess.
It was a short drive to Bobby's place, the salvage yard only a few blocks away from their house. Bobby and Ellen were there to greet them, Bobby busy working on the engine of his Chevelle.
After promising to pick Sam up before seven and complimenting Ellen's new haircut, Dean started towards Cas' house on the other side of town. It was nestled on the outskirts of the richie rich part of town where assholes like Dick Roman and Crowley lived.
A huge white colonial, the house was big enough to accommodate Cas' scores of siblings and then some. There was a willow tree in the spacious backyard by a wooden bench, a swing hanging from one of the thicker branches.
The street in front of the house was clear, Cas' siblings' cars gone as he had implied they would be. The only vehicle in sight was Cas' ridiculous pimpmobile that was parked in the driveway.
Dean rolled his eyes as he parked in front of the house, putting his baby in park. Grabbing his bookbag and pocketing his keys, Dean climbed out of the Impala and jogged up the stone walkway to the front door.
"Give me a moment, please!" Cas called when Dean knocked on the door, sounding a little flustered. It was kind of adorable. And by kind of, he meant it was beyond adorable and he was seconds away from swooning like a nurse on Dr. Sexy.
When Cas opened the door a minute later, he looked flustered, too. His hair was mussed and his cheeks were slightly flushed, tinged a light shade of pink.
Like the nerd he was, he was wearing a white button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a light gray and blue argyle sweater vest. It was Saturday and he looked runway ready. Fucking typical.
He greeted Dean with a polite smile, moving aside to let him into the foyer. Closing the door behind him, Cas asked, "You need me to proofread your paper, yes?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind," Dean confirmed, following Cas into the living room where they usually studied. The TV was on, the opening credits of some nature documentary about bees playing.
"It's no problem at all," Cas assured him, taking a seat on the couch. He gestured for Dean to do the same as he grabbed the remote from the coffee table. Handing it to Dean, he explained, "Feel free to watch something while I read through your paper."
"No problem, man," Dean replied, already digging through his bag for the rough draft of his paper. He presented it to Cas with a bright smile, disproportionately proud of it.
Pulling a red pen out of his pocket, Cas leaned back against a gray throw pillow, taking the essay from Dean's hands. Crossing his legs, he started reading, absentmindedly chewing on the end of the pen.
Just as absentmindedly, Dean flicked through the channels without even glancing at the screen. His attention was fixated on Cas, from the curve of his slightly stubbled jaw to the soft blue of his pretty eyes.
That was usually how their study sessions went. Cas would look over Dean's work, eyes peeled for any glaring mistakes, while Dean gazed at him dreamily.
Yes, it was pathetic and yes, it was a cliche, but that was the way it was. And it wasn't going to end anytime soon. Especially not if Cas continued to look that freaking good in a sweater vest.
Cas hummed occasionally, nodding his head as he squinted down at the paper, not for the first time making Dean wonder if he needed glasses. He circled a few things with his red pen, probably tiny grammatical errors that would get Dean a few points deducted.
Dean kept staring at him, captivated by every little thing about him. The way he chewed on the end of the pen, the way he smiled softly while reading through Dean's paper, the way he absently swung his foot back and forth in the air.
He was yanked out of his reverie when Cas cleared his throat.
"This is very good, Dean," he announced, flashing Dean a bright smile. Recapping the pen, he tucked it behind his ear and continued, "You make some very good points about Shakespeare. There are a few grammatical errors but they can easily be remedied."
"Yeah?" Dean asked, rubbing the back of his neck. There was something about being the sole focus of Cas' bright blue gaze that never failed to make him flustered.
"Yes," Cas confirmed, nodding enthusiastically. "I don't think you needed me to look over it all. I suppose you no longer need me to tutor you."
"We can still hang out though, right?" Dean squeaked, not even caring how desperate and pathetic he probably sounded.
Cas blinked in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. He looked adorably confused as he announced, "Of course. But I'm surprised that you want to."
"What? Why?" Dean questioned, tipping his head to the side, a mimicry of Cas' habit.
It was Cas' turn to get flustered, his eyes widening as his cheeks flushed. He turned his head, lowering his eyes to the coffee table that was suddenly fascinating. Scratching his neck, he explained, "Because I'm me and you're you."
"Uh, yeah. That's kinda how life works, dude," Dean replied, beyond baffled.
Cas rolled his eyes before meeting Dean's gaze again. With a self-deprecating laugh, he clarified, "You're a quarterback, Dean. A jock. A 'cool kid'―" Dean tried not to laugh at Cas' air quotes "―I'm just a nerd. A weirdo."
"You're a lot more than that, Cas," Dean argued, feeling rather indignant on Cas' behalf. Someone had to be.
"Then what am I?" Cas inquired with a beleaguered sigh. He looked and sounded exasperated, resigned to his fate.
Sounding more confident than he felt, Dean puffed out his chest and boldly declared, "Well, if you want, you could be my boyfriend."
The result of Dean's words was instantaneous. Cas' jaw actually dropped, his face flushing a deep red. His voice was barely audible as he shakily warbled, "Really?"
"Of course, dude," Dean said, beaming widely. He shifted his hand to lay it over Cas', giving a reassuring squeeze.
As Cas leaned in to shyly peck Dean on the cheek, sweet and chaste and ridiculously nerdy, Dean resolved to send Bobby some flowers.
Summary: 16-year-old Dean Winchester is left home alone over Christmas break when his dad and brother, Sam go and visit his grandparents. Dean really wants to hang out with his best friend, Cas, and Cas had some news for Dean.
*No smut or references towards sex*
When Dean woke up, his first thought is whether or not Cas texted him.
Dean had fallen asleep last night texting his friend, and he was afraid the boy may have texted him while he was asleep.
He picked up his phone and clicked the home button. No texts. Dean's stomach sank. He was a bit disappointed, now he would prance around all day wondering whether he should text him or not, which Dean did a lot more often than he wish he did, and he was doing it even more often this week, because it was Christmas break, and he hadn't seen his blue eyed friend since Friday at school.
Dean clicked the home button again, this time checking the time. 8:13. Dean knew Castiel went to church on Sundays, so he wouldn't be able to text him until a littler later than noon, after he ate lunch with his grandparents after church.
Slowly, he treaded out of bed, making sure to take his time. He decided he might as well take a shower, so he walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
After Dean's shower, he wrapped a towel around him and walked back into his room. He threw on a T-shirt, jeans, and a Carhartt jacket.
He turned on the TV as he made himself an early lunch, not minding being home alone. His parents, and little brother Sam were going to visit his grandparents. Dean had insisted on not going so much so, that he promised to make all A's on his report card, which would not had been easy without the help of Cas, his tutor. It's how they met, actually.
Dean had asked the counselor for a tutor after asking Sam to help him a million times, but Sam said no. He was mad at Dean for not going on the trip with them.
So Dean found himself asking Cas, a 11th grader, one grade ahead, if he could come over after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays to help him raise his grades.
Dean was happy Cas was so friendly, a little shy even. He didn't have to worry about some mean kid trying to teach him what happened way before he was born, and what x equaled in a crazy algebraic question.
Cas actually helped Dean see the classes in a more creative way; more interesting. Dean had even found himself taking notes in class so he could impress the boy with what he had learned, and prove that he wasn't actually stupid.
When Dean's grades rose up, the two boys didn't let that stop them from seeing each other.
Cas gave Dean his phone number, and they texted nonstop. Cas even came over to spend the night a couple times.
That reminded Dean; he hadn't checked his phone.
Dean got up from the couch and emptied his plate and washed it in the sink before picking up his phone off his nightstand and clicking the home button.
He smiled as he read the texts sent from his friend.
Hey. My grandmother's sick, so I don't have to go over there today. 10:16 Hey Hey hey 10:49
Dean began to type on his phone.
Hey srry I was in the shower. Whats up? 11:03
A few seconds after Dean sent it, the message was read, and a few seconds after that his phone started ringing. Cas.
Dean chuckled as he pressed answer and put the phone on speaker since he was alone.
"Hello," Dean answered.
"Hey, assbutt."
Dean chuckled, "What's up?"
"Oh, Dean, that's the thing. Absolutely nothing is happening. I am so bored out of my mind, I think I might kill the neighbor just to pass the time." His voice was coated thickly in annoyance and boredom, and Dean knew what was coming next.
"Please don't kill the neighbor. I don't want to bail anyone out of jail today."
"Okay, I won't kill the neighbor, or anyone for that matter." Cas sighed. "Well what are you up to? Must be way more interesting than sitting around and doing nothing."
"Actually," Dean said, hoping this was going where he thought it was going, "That's exactly what I'm doing."
"Oh, then you must feel my pain! Isn't it the worst, being bored?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"What are we to do? We're both young and single, wasting our lives away by being lazy couch potatoes."
Dean laughed at Cas's comment, and the way his voice went up and down when he was making a point.
"This isn't funny Dean! What'll be funny is when the young lady at our nursing home asks if we have any kids, or a family, and when we say no, she'll ask why, and well say, 'We got too old and lazy by sitting on the couch and doing nothing.' That'll be funny, Dean. To her!"
"Okay, Okay, I see your point." Dean was still laughing. "What do you want to do about it?"
"I want to hang out at your place." Cas said, and Dean wished Sam was here so he could have put money on it.
That's exactly where he thought it was going; exactly where he wanted it to go.
"Okay then, come over," Dean said it with weird emotion that got caught in his throat, and made its way out when he spoke. He coughed, making sure it was all gone.
"Okay, open the door, I'm already here."
Dean laughed as he hung up the phone and sprang up from his bed and walked through the house to the front door.
Cas was awkwardly standing there, and he looked super hot. He was wearing The AC/DC shirt Dean had given him for Christmas at school Friday and the dark skinny jeans that Cas wore at the Fall Festival and Dean accidentally complemented before realizing how gay he sounded. His hair was perfect, like usual, and when Dean was done checking him out, he smiled at him.
"Hey, bitch!"
"Hey, assbutt." Cas said, and pushed Dean out of the way so he could walk inside.
Dean closed the door, and when Cas was inspecting the house, Dean totally checked out his ass. After he realized what he was doing, Dean looked away and scolded himself.
"What are you doing?" Dean questioned him slowly.
"Making sure you're really home alone." Cas's voice sounded distant, and he was out of breath.
His face was bright red, and he seemed troubled; anxious.
"Why? What's wrong?"
Cas looked at Dean for the first time since he was here.
"I can't go on, I need to do something."
"Okay, what's up, Cas?" Dean was in friend comforting mode, making sure his friend wouldn't have a heart attack before he told him what was going on.
"We-we need to talk." Cas had an expression that Dean couldn't read, and it freaked Dean out.
"Okay, lets sit down," Dean led the way to the living room, and sat down on the love seat, leaving room for Cas.
Cas sat down next to him, and swallowed nervously.
"I wasn't planning on telling you this until after Christmas, but I kinda have too now, I told my parents and they kicked me out, I really didn't go to church today. I don't know why I told them, I just blurted it out."
"What is it?" Dean was growing anxious himself. What was going on.
"Oh boy, I'm just gonna come out and say it," Cas covered his hands over his face, and then removed them after a few seconds. His eyes were shut.
"I'm gay."
Dean couldn't believe his ears. Did he really just say that?
Dean just told his best friend that he was gay, even though he wasn't even sure if he was himself. Just blurted it out. Like it was nothing. Sure, he had wondered this before. Maybe he was gay, that's why he could never have a serious relationship. Maybe he liked guys. But he wasn't even sure.
Great, this would have a lot of explaining to do.
Dean's face burned from embarrassment, and he watched as Cas slowly opened his eyes.
"What the fuck?"
Oh great, now he no longer had a best friend, or a tutor. Goodbye good grades.
"Are you fucking with me, Dean?" Cas was whispering, and it sent chills up Dean spine.
"Cas, I'm so-"
"Dean, you fucking tard, I was supposed to come out, not you."
Dean closed his eyes from embarrassment, and smiled. Of course this was how it would happen.
At least Dean knew know, that Cas was gay. It made him happy, like some kind of day dream coming true.
That thought right there made Dean know for sure that he was really, actually gay.
And to think his friend knew before he did, even if it was only seconds more. I guess he's the smart one for a reason.
"Sorry?" Dean said, and then he grabbed the blue eyed boys face and smashed his lips onto his, and they both furiously fought for dominance, but after a few seconds Dean won, and from then on, they gained a steady beat that moved not only through their mouths, but throughout both their body's.
Dean paused from the kiss to catch his breath. "Screw your parents, you can stay with me," And Cas jumped back onto Dean after he said that, and Dean was sure he was pleased.
After their lips separated, so many things were flowing around in Dean's mind, but amongst all of it, Dean was glad that Sam didn't want to be his tutor.
