“Yeah?” Dean replied, not taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. They were watching this new TV Show called “Stranger Things” and they had been binge-watching it ever since they came home from school. It was currently 10 pm and they were fully invested.
It sure was an amazing show.
The only problem is that Cas couldn’t appreciate the show enough because of his nerves.
He was about to tell Dean something and he knew that Dean would react badly.
“I have a date,” Castiel confessed, almost flinching when Dean turned his head suddenly, squinted eyes pointed at him.
“With who?” Dean asked, his voice calm with a bit of anger laced through it.
“Balthazar,” Castiel replied as he watched the tension rising in Dean’s shoulders.
“If he hurts you, I will fucking kill him,” Dean warned and turned back to the screen, his jaw clenched.
Castiel knew that Dean was very protective, not only over him but over Sam as well. He saw the reaction coming, but he really wanted to go on this date. His first date.
“I know you will,” Castiel chuckled and softly pushed against Dean’s shoulder. “You over-protective bastard.”
Dean chuckled and slung an arm over Cas’ shoulder. “Yep, that’s me.”
The day of the date arrived and Dean was about to hit a hole through the wall.
Sweet, precious Cas thought that he was just being a good, protective friend, but Dean was far from that.
He was selfish and jealous and wanted Cas for himself. However, confessing was not in Dean’s dictionary.
He would lose Cas and that was not something he could risk.
Dean eventually calmed down enough to go downstairs and participate in the family meal, even joking with Sam and helping his mom with the dishes.
No, the real anger came when the doorbell rang and Castiel was in front of him, tear streaks running down his cheeks.
Dean pulled him in and against him, enveloping Cas in a tight hug.
“Don’t kill him,” Castiel sniffled, smiling weakly, “but it was probably the worst date ever.”
“I will make you hot cocoa,” Dean said gently, ushering Cas inside. “Go to my room and make yourself at home.”
They both knew that they always felt at home at each other’s houses. They have seen the other’s home as their second home for as long as they can remember.
Dean rushed to make the cocoa and when he brought it upstairs, he found Cas in one of his old hoodies, which was way too big on Cas, in his bed with the duvet drawn up.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Dean asked, setting the cocoa down and sitting next to Cas, his hand playing with the dark mop on top of Cas’ head.
“Not really,” Cas replied.
Cas told Dean about the date eventually and it didn’t make Dean less angry. Apparently, Balthazar had flirted with every living thing in the club he brought Cas to. Yes, a club, with actual fake-ids. Balthazar had gotten drunk which resulted in Cas having to take the bus to Dean’s house. Luckily, it wasn’t that far away from the club.
So when Dean saw Balthazar, he didn’t think that punching him in the face was such a bad reaction. I mean, he could have done way worse.
“I told you not to kill him!” Castiel near shouted when as he gently wrapped Dean’s hand with a bandage. Dean almost laughed at the contrast but wisely refrained.
“I didn’t kill him, just punched him.” Castiel rolled his eyes at that.
“Dean, you don’t have to do these things.”
“Yes, I do!” Dean said, his tone sharp. “He was a jerk, he deserved it.”
“Well, he kinda did, didn’t he?” Castiel chuckled, securing the bandage. “All done.”
“Thanks, Cas,” Dean said, briefly touching Cas’ cheek with his bandaged hand.
“And I am sorry for punching MR Jerkface.”
“Apology accepted and thank you for sticking up for me.”
They stared at each other for a bit too long. Cas tried to look away but Dean stopped him, his bandaged hand back on Castiel’s cheek.
Suddenly, a pair of warm, dry lips were on Dean’s, hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
Dean seemed to freeze for a second before melting into the kiss, holding Cas’ face in his hands.
“I like you too,” Castiel said breathlessly.
“How did you know I liked you?” Dean asked, his mind still spinning from the kiss.
“You punched somebody in the face for me, that was kind of a big sign.”
“I would do it again,” Dean said, pecking Cas’ lips.
“I know you would.”