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30 Day OTP Challenge
Day Six: Wearing each others clothes
“I can’t believe that happened.” Castiel Novack couldn’t help the smile that spread across his entire face as he hid it with the covers of the bed he lay in, “That did happen, right?”
"I hope so. Otherwise, that was one amazing, kinky dream, that I’m going to have to explain to you when I wake up.” Dean Winchester, Castiel’s college roommate, grinned and propped himself up next to the blue eyed boy, “You have an amazing smile.”
Castiel blushed and tried to bury himself deeper behind the covers, “Stop.”
“I mean it, Cas.” Dean pulled the sheets away, “And when you blush too. It’s-”
“Dean.” Cas giggled, “Shut up.” He pulled the boy close to him and sunk their lips together, still hoping that this was all real and it not a hallucination. After all, he’s been in love with the guy for three years now, since they first met, and nothing would break his heart more than the realization that what just happen didn’t indeed happen.
“Need to get to class.” Dean broke Cas from his thoughts and smiled against his lips, “I wish we could stay here all day, but I need the notes for next weeks test.”
Castiel pouted, but nodded his head, “Yeah, I guess I should get started on my art project anyway.” When Dean pulled away from him, an instant empty feeling surrounded Castiels body. A feeling he didn’t know was there until Dean had filled it last night with their first kiss.
He sighed and watched as Dean began to cover his naked body, so he began to cover his own, “So what gave it away?”
“Huh?” Dean was searching for a shirt, the room was still dim from the sun only just rising.
“That…I liked you.” Castiel had caught Dean’s attention now, and fidgeted with the shirt he held in his hands, “I mean, you walked through the door and you just kissed me. I figured, after realizing you weren’t drunk, that you must have known. That, or you’re a very confident person.”
Dean let out a laugh, the crinkles near his eyes vibrant as he stepped forward, “I am pretty damn confident, Cas.” He cupped Castiels face, “But, I’ve known for a while now. I kind of heard you talking to Charlie on the phone when you thought I was asleep one night.”
Castiel blushed.
"But I’m happy I did because, well, after that I started to think about you as more than a roommate. And the reason I waited to kiss you was because I wanted to make sure what I was feeling was real. I didnt want to hurt you, Cas.” He smiled softly, “Then I came in last night and saw you drawing with your hair messy and your glasses falling off your nose and -I realized- that I hadn’t felt so much at home than I did in that moment in so long. And it was because of you.”
It took a few seconds for Cas to respond, because he couldn’t find anything to say, “I-You…Dean, do you practice what you’re going to say before you say it?”
Dean laughed and pecked Castiels lips, drawing away once again to pick up a shirt that lay on the floor, “Sometimes.”
Castiel grinned and pulled his own shirt over his head, but stopped and looked down on it when it felt slightly big on him, “Dean, I think-” He looked up and saw that Dean was frowning down at his own shirt, which was a tad too small, “We’re wearing each others shirts.”
“Oh.” Dean looked up and studied the AC/DC shirt that hung loosely on Cas’ body. He felt his cheeks burn and his stomach flip, “You’re…that’s my shirt.”
“I can- I can take it off-”
“No!” Dean shook his head and returned back into the empty space that was once between them, “God, no. You look so…you look good in my shirt, Cas.”
Before any more words could be spoken, they were kissing. Dean was heating it up fast, not that Castiel minded, and pushed him against the bed so that he could climb on top of him and explore his neck with his lips.
“Y-You need..” Cas moaned lightly as Dean nibbled his collar bone, “-to get to class.”
“Benny can take notes for me.” Dean decided in between kisses, “I just want you right now.”
Castiel heard enough, and used the strength in him to flip Dean over so that he was now straddling him and looking into his green eyes, “Okay. But its my turn to make your cheeks go red.”
Dean bit his lip as Cas began to kiss his jawline, “You do that already, angel.”
And of course, Castiel blushed.
