The thought of his smile makes me want to cheer with joy.
Who would of thought the love of my life would be a boy?
I shook my head, let's stay away from poetry, Dean.
The past few weeks of school have been, well, actually not so bad.
When Cas and I had classes we didn't want to go to, we would skip and hang out in the Impala. We would either talk or- and I'm blushing to even admit this- kiss.
We knew we could get in a lot of trouble for skipping as many classes as we did, but neither of us cared. We were happy, and at the time, that's all that mattered.
"Dean?"
I looked up from my notebook to see Sammy standing in the doorway.
"Are you," he toke a step closer, "writing?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, giving me a concerned look.
"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?"
I rolled my eyes, closing the cover of the notebook and throwing the pen to the side of the desk.
"Can I not write?" I demanded, feeling irritated with him.
"Well, sure you can write. It's a free country... but, since when does Dean Winchester write...anything?!" He asked, a humorous but slightly worried look on his face.
"And from the looks of it, you were writing for fun! Are you feeling okay? Have a fever?" Sam questioned, bringing the back of his hand up to feel my forehead.
"Oh, screw off." I snapped, standing up from the desk and slapping his hand away.
He leaned against the frame of the door, crossing his arms over his chest. "What were you writing about?"
"None of your damn business," I muttered, glaring at him.
"Can you at least tell me why you're writing?" He asked. "And don't just say because you can."
I sighed, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms.
"I don't know, man. Cas sorta got me into writing." I explained, avoiding his eye contact. "He can write really good, and I wanted to try and write something too."
Sam was quiet for a couple seconds, and I was afraid the teasing would start again.
"You really like him don't you?" He asked, almost too quiet for me to hear.
I nodded, words failing to even begin to explain how much that boy means to me.
"Well," Sam said, turning to leave my room. "I'm glad you're happy."
He offered me a small smile before stepping into the hallway and walking to his room.
I smiled to myself, remembering the kiss Cas and I had shared for the first time.
"Breathtaking," I murmured, quietly crawling into bed, feeling exhausted.
Sleep quickly toke me away, with bright blue eyes haunting my dreams.
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Tink.
Clink.
My eyes fluttered open, a soft clicking noise coming from outside my window. I glanced at the clock. 12:55 a.m.
Tink.
"What the hell," I muttered, rubbing my eyes with my hands before crawling out of bed.
I peered out my window, still feeling dazed with sleepiness.
I furrowed my eyebrows, narrowing my eyes at the figure below my window.
"No way," I said in disbelief. I unlocked my window, opening it wide enough for my head to fit through.
"Cas?" I called, squinting my eyes at him.
"Um, hi Dean." He said, giving me a small wave.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, confused.
"I was throwing little stones at your window. I wanted to see if you were awake," he explained, kicking the ground below him.
I rolled my eyes. "Cas, it's almost 1 in the morning. What do you want?"
He didn't respond for a moment or two. "I wanted to see you."
I felt my body relax, my mouth opening slightly.
"You... you wanted to see me?" I asked, almost whispering.
"Yes," he responded simply. Even though it was pitch black outside, I could still see his blue eyes staring at me. Searching my face like he was trying to memorize every last detail.
"Well..." I began, quickly thinking of a plan to sneak him into my room without waking Sam or Dad. "Go around the house to the back door, I'll unlock it for you."
He nodded, and walked towards the direction of the back door.
I quickly, but quietly, ran down the stairs to the back entry way. I prayed to every god there was that I could get away with what I was about to do. Because I know for a fact, that if Dad found out, I'd sure get chewed out bad.
I unlocked the door, quietly opening it to let Cas inside.
Once he was in, I closed it and we silently made our way back up the stairs and into my room.
"Cas, if you wanted to be Romeo, all you had to do was ask." I teased, locking my bedroom door once we were inside.
He shrugged. "I thought I'd make it super traditional."
I smiled at him. What kind of crazy have I gotten myself into this time?
"Oh, I drew this for you." Said Cas, taking a folded up piece of paper from his pocket, and handing it to me.
"What is it?" I asked, unfolding the sheet. Cas just smiled, watching my face carefully.
Once I unfolded the paper, the only thing I could do was grin like an idiot.
It was a charcoal drawing of my baby: The Impala.
"Woah," I whispered, admiring the beautiful work of art.
"So you can write, draw, and be super cute? Wow I got the full package!" I grinned. Cas smiled back, a deep blush causing his face to turn red.
"Well, I'm glad you like it." Said Cas, shyly.
"Are you kidding? I love it," I corrected, setting up the drawing on my desk.
"There, perfect spot." I said, making sure the picture was standing up straight.
"Why did you want to see me anyways? Not that I mind or anything," I asked, turning to face him. But there was a different expression on his face now. Causing me to stare into his blue eyes, instantly making me feel breathless.
"Dean." Cas murmured, taking a step closer to where I was standing. I could feel the mood shift, causing my heart to race.
I took a step closer, my eyes glancing down at his lips.
"Yeah," I said, but it was almost too quiet to hear. Then I realized why he wanted to see me. I missed kissing him just as bad as he did.
"I love you," he said, but before I could respond, his lips were already on mine.
His hands cradled my face, not allowing me to pull away- not that I wanted to anyways.
That familiar warm feeling bloomed inside me, causing me to sigh with pleasure.
I rested my hands at his waist, pulling him closer. He let out a soft moan, bringing his hand through my hair.
I pulled away for a couple seconds, catching my breath.
"I know," I said, breathlessly.
He smiled, closing his eyes and gently kissing my cheek.
"What would I ever do without you?" He whispered, his soft lips brushing over mine.
"You will never have to think of that," I said, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "I'm not going anywhere."