I lie awake, Castiel's head gently resting on my chest.
I pulled the bed covers up to his shoulder, making sure he wasn't getting too cold in my dark room.
We had made our way over to my bed, kissing each other's breath away. We didn't get too far though, knowing that it wasn't the right time.
I stared at the ceiling in silence, listening to Cas's soft breathing. Suddenly, a thought emerged in my mind, itching for me to break the silence and figure out the answer.
"Cas, I have a question," I whispered, looking down at him.
"Yes, Dean?" He mumbled, slightly shifting to look up at me.
"When did you realize you were... you know. Not straight?" I asked, trying not to sound awkward about it.
He laughed lightly before answering. "Dean, why do you think you're the only one I hang out with?" He asked.
I fell silent. Have I really not noticed how he only walked alone unless he was with me? Or how he never talked about his friends or the things he did last summer. How haven't I noticed?
"It's because I'm, well, gay." He said, bluntly. "And I have been for as long as I can remember. That caused a lot of issues. Especially with the people at my old school. They weren't very open to the fact that I wasn't 'like them.'"
"Old school?" I asked, wondering what he meant. I thought he lived in Wisconsin his whole life?
"Yup. I use to live in Kansas, I didn't move here until two summers ago. People aren't as cruel here, but people still don't want to be friends with the 'gay guy.'" He explained, falling silent for a couple of moments before continuing. "I still remember the names people use to harass me with in Kansas. I could fill a whole book with them." He looked up at me, tears on the verge of spilling.
"Cas..." I whispered, my chest beginning to hurt for him.
"I thought there was something wrong with me. I tried to change myself, but how can I change what I am?" He let out a deep sigh, snuggling up closer to my side.
"Cas, promise me something," I whispered, staring up at the ceiling.
"Promise you what?" He asked.
"Never change a bit," I said, softly.
Cas picked his head up off my chest, looking me in the eyes.
"I promise," he murmured, staring into my eyes. He leaned in, giving me a passionate kiss on the lips.
I brought my hand up to his cheek, pulling him closer against me.
He moaned, as he sat up in the bed.
"Dean," he mumbled in between kisses.
I sat up, pressing my hands against his chest. My hands finally found the edge of his shirt, causing him to gasp. I quickly pulled his shirt over his head in one motion.
"Cas," I cooed, wrapping my arms around his bare shoulders. My instincts told me to stop, don't go to far. But sadly, we were both caught in the heat of the moment.
Cas let out a soft moan as I kissed the side of his neck. He brought his hands under my shirt, feeling every square inch of my chest. He traced the firry sun tattoo, that I had gotten as a dare, with the tips of his fingers. I shivered, loving the delicate moments of his finger tips.
"Oh," I moaned, as he slid my shirt over my head.
--"CAN YOU QUIET DOWN OVER THERE? IM TRYING TO SLEEP!" A muffled voice yelled through the wall.
I glanced wide eyed at Cas, both of us falling over each other trying to pull our shirts back on.
I panicked, realizing how bad this situation looked.
Suddenly, Sam barraged into my room. An angry but I-told-you-so expression on his face.
"I knew you where here!" Sam exclaimed in a whisper, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Sam, what the hell?" I said, frustrated, but slightly relieved that he had stopped us.
"These walls are paper thin!" Sam knocked on the wall, proving how thin they were. "I can literally hear everything!"
"Well, I'm sorry! I didn't know we where being loud!" I countered.
"Maybe I should go..." Cas mumbled, standing up from my bed.
I sighed, rubbing my eyes with my hands. "Yeah, I think so too. I wish you didn't have too, but someone," I glared at Sam. "Can't help but ruin things."
Cas laughed, walking past Sam and into the hallway.
"See you later, Dean." He said before disappearing down the stairs and out the back door.
"Thanks a lot," I muttered, running a hand through my hair.
Sam leaned up against the door frame, crossing his arms. "Actually, I saved your sorry-ass. If dad would have heard you... who knows what state you would be in."
"Yeah, I guess you're right..." I mumbled, wincing at what Dad would do to me.
"Can you guys go to sleep already!?" Another muffled voice yelled through the wall.
"Yeah! Sorry dad!" Sam and I both yelled back.
"G'night," Sam waved, walking back to his room.
"Good night," I said to myself, frowning.
I lie back down on my bed, shivering without Cas by my side.
"You gotta slow down," I whispered to myself, burying my face in my pillow.
His blue eyes were the last thing on my mind before darkness.