High School Bingo Part 11
Title: On the Cusp of Becoming Part 11
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 595
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for my High School Bingo square entitled class foreign language
Thank you moonofblindness!
On the Cusp of Becoming Part 11
“What are you studying?” Dean mutters as he flops down on the sofa next to his friend.
Cas takes a moment to look over as Dean leans against him. There’s been a creeping sense of belonging between them over the last few weeks. Dean’s starting to touch him more and as much as Cas wants to hate it, every touch fills him with heat and longing. “French,” he mutters before turning back to his text book and wiggling his shoulder trying to dislodge Dean’s head.
It doesn’t work.
“Are you planning to move to France one day?” Dean asks as he elbows Cas in the ribs for trying to shove him off.
“Maybe,” Cas answers. “Why are you asking?”
“I just don’t get why you would learn French. I thought you would be all practical and go for Spanish or some shit.” Dean shrugs.
“Fuck you,” Cas chuckles. “You’re being an ignorant asshole you know that?”
“Yep,” Dean snorts. “That’s me. Whatever dude, I’m not going to say anything else about it. I don’t even go to my German class.”
“You don’t go to most of your classes,” Cas mutters.
“I go to the ones you’re in,” Dean responds.
“Why is that?” Cas asks as he puts the book to the side and leans back trying to get a look at Dean’s face. It has an odd effect he hadn’t counted on in that Dean’s head gets dislodged from his shoulder and ends up pillowed in Cas’ lap.
He’s shocked when Dean doesn’t immediately jerk back up into a sitting position. Instead he shifts on the sofa to get more comfortable and grins up at Cas like a bird who ate the canary.
“I know some French,” Dean offers with a wink.
Cas sighs and rolls his eyes because this is going to be terrible he just knows it. “Okay, hit me with it.”
“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir,” Dean says with a pretty decent accent. Cas thinks he probably practiced it.
“Do you even know what that means?” He asks.
“Do you want to sleep with me tonight,” Dean answers with a nod, and Cas feels the blood rush to his face.
“And you’re saying it to me?” Cas presses.
“Cas,” Dean says softly, “I’ve been trying to get you to give me some kind of sign about whether or not you’re interested for way too long. I want you to be more than just my friend and I’m hoping you might want that with me too.”
“I wished for you on my birthday,” Cas blurts and then flinches at his own stupidity.
“I only go to school to spend more time with you.” Dean responds. Then he’s struggling to push himself up on his elbows on the lumpy ass couch, and Cas is reaching down and dragging him up to manhandle Dean into a better position so that Cas can finally just give into it and map out the taste and feel of Dean’s mouth.
They end up in a weird angle, their noses bump and their teeth clank together on the second try before Dean chuckles low in his throat and Cas groans and just falls into his friend’s warmth.
(Okay lillyg, I’m sure I massacred the French in this. Blame Google! I was thinking of you though when I wrote it and I know you love first kisses.)