Title: Closing Time
Warnings/Tags: Brewer!Dean, Professor!Cas, Dean has tattoos and a beard, College Roommates to Lovers, Sam ships it, Music is their love language, Be prepared to hate Aaron, Ellen and Bobby raised the Winchesters, College baseball player Dean, Public declarations of love
Posting Date: 11/9/2017
Summary: Dean Winchester’s college years felt like the greatest of his life: School came easy, he was the starting first baseman for the KU Jayhawks and he was in love with the smartest, nerdiest, hottest guy in school, who also happened to be his roommate. They were the definition of Relationship Goals. Until they weren’t. Until Cas left.
If you asked Castiel Novak why he was back in Lawrence after 10 years, he’d tell you it was because of a great job opportunity. If you knew Castiel, you’d know it was because of Dean Winchester. But Dean had moved on, successfully running his bar, brewing his own beer, tattooed and still the most gorgeous man Castiel had ever laid eyes on. Oh and? He was taken.
Dean wants to, but forgiving Cas isn’t easy, and finding their way back to each other after all this time is like searching for a hand in the dark. Sometimes, ten years is ten years too late.
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There it was again, we. Castiel felt sick, thinking of his Dean with this guy. He admonished himself; Dean wasn’t his and hadn’t been for a long time. And now, there was Aaron, comfortable in a place Castiel used to stand, a place that used to feel like home. Castiel was ready to leave.
“You should definitely come back next week. Like I said, we’re revealing the whole line of beers on Friday. Catch our Open Mic night too.” Aaron hadn’t lost his enthusiasm for a minute. It was getting exhausting.
“Yeah, I’ll think about it, thanks. Tell your, uh, boss that the beer is good. Is he here tonight?” Castiel hoped he sounded casual.
“Nah, man. Dean teaches guitar lessons down at the Y on Wednesday nights, but you can come back next Friday and tell him yourself. He’ll be glad to hear it. Plus, if you’re going to be living around here, you should meet him and our wayward family. We’ve got quite a group of regulars around here.”
We we we. Every single we was like a punch to Castiel’s gut. He ached, thinking of all he had lost just within these walls alone. Castiel was a part of that family, long before Aaron. A real family that chose him, not one that was forced to put up with him, one that made sure he knew how much he disappointed them still, despite everything he had given up to try and please them.
Castiel needed to get the fuck out of there.
He dropped a ten on the bar and quickly turned toward the exit. Aaron called out a good night, but he just put his head down and walked faster. He felt like a fool for being upset, for feeling jealous over something he should have seen coming and he clenched his fists to keep them from shaking. Castiel climbed into his truck and started it up, peeling out of the parking lot before he lost it right then and there. He kept it together until he pulled into his new driveway and only then did he fall apart, the tears he was desperately trying to stop streaming down his face.
It was stupid coming back to Lawrence. It was really stupid going to The Roadhouse knowing Dean wasn’t there and spying on his life. Castiel felt like a fool. Dean had moved on, he had Aaron now. He didn’t need Castiel and his fucked up priorities, his callous decision making, and his lifelong track record of selfishness. Dean deserved better than what Castiel could offer.