All the Little Pranks Chapter Six: Let's Get Physical
Title: Let's Get Physical
Genre: AU
Pairing: Dean/Castiel (Duh)
Rating: PG-13 for language, and stuff (For this chapter) In general it will be M
Word Count: WIP
Disclaimer: Wow! Can you believe it! Not mine!
Author's note: Sorry for the Angst. It's not my kind of story without it!
Summary: Jealousy. That is all.
“Dean, he’s like two pounds. Get on the inner tube with him or he’ll fucking die.”
Dean groaned. Sam was shivering from head to toe, wrapped in a big towel with fish on it. No fucking way was he getting close next to a half naked and wet Castiel. There wasn’t a chance in hell.
“Gabe,” he called from the back of the boat. Gabe turned around from the driver’s seat, smiling with a cocky look on his face. He whipped off his sunglasses like he was modeling for some magazine.
“What’s up Dean-o?”
Dean cringed at the nickname.
“Someone should ride on the inner tube with your brother.”
Gabe simply smirked.
“I’m right here, you know,” Came an obscenely deep voice from behind him. Cas was sitting on the inner-tube that was attached to the back of the boat. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
No he wasn’t.
“Fine Dean, I’ll rock paper scissors you for it. None of this best out of three bullshit either.”
Dean marched over to the front of the boat looking Gabriel directly in the eye.
“Rock Paper scissors shoot!”
Dean groaned as Gabriel chose rock.
“Fuck!”
“Always with the Scissors, Dean-o, even I know that.”
All Dean could do was moan in self pity as he took off his shirt and headed off to the back of the boat with Cas. His damn hair was looking especially good that day. Cas grasped the handles on the inner tube and laid on his stomach. Dean did the same on his side.
“If you touch me,” Dean warned, “I’ll kill you.”
Dean could fucking feel the eye roll Cas gave him and really, really tried not to feel hurt when he said, “Why the fuck would I want to touch you?”
Then it just got awkward because Cas looked him in the eyes and somehow seemed to see the hurt in Dean’s and he gave that fucking adorable little head tilt that he did when he was confused and- “Go Gabe!”
Dean didn’t want to think about any more.
Good thing about Gabriel, there was one speed and one speed only when it came to inner tubing, Fast. That’s how the Winchesters and the Smiths liked their inner tubing, dangerous, fast, and with lots of air. Cas, surprisingly let out a little laugh that did things to Dean that he really didn’t want to think about, again. Dean didn’t want to think about those days.
Gabe hit a turn fast and he and Cas were desperately clinging on. Cas was laughing his adorable little ass off and believe it or not, Dean found himself joining. Sam was in the back of the boat with a fucking camera. It probably wasn’t smart to look over at Castiel, but Dean did it anyway and immediately regretted it. He was transfixed by the little smile on his face, the droplets of water that dripped delicately from his hair, the way his back arched so perfectly. Dean nearly drooled every time the muscles on Cas’s arms would tense with every bump and corner. Dean grimaced as he got so much air that he lifted off the inner tube for a couple seconds. Cas, well Cas flew and Dean, from some strange instinct, reached with his arm, grabbed his back and pulled him down so he wouldn’t fall. Cas just gave him this look. All Dean could do was laugh or face a very intense and heated moment, so he laughed, then Cas laughed, and when Dean noticed the little crinkles around his eyes he knew he was so fucked. And then he was just drowning in a sea of blue, and a couple seconds later, he was hitting another blue pool, hard. Gabe decided it would be a fucking great time to veer left, as quickly as possible. There was no way in hell he and Cas could stay on, especially when they were too busy attempting and failing their attraction for each other. They toppled on top of each other and landed deep in the lake, legs fucking entwined. Dean by no means wanted to move away and when Cas put a gentile hand on his shoulder Dean would have melted into it if he weren’t so busy trying to swim up and not gasp in lake water every time his legs brushed Cas’s. They both surfaced with gasping breaths and Dean could only stare as Cas flipped his hair out of his eyes.
“You totally took me down with you, you douchebag.” Dean felt himself saying. He was on the verge of saying something stupid like I want to lick your stomach you gorgeous fuck, so he had to say something else. Cas just glared at him and started swimming back to the boat. When Dean got back, Sam was howling with laughter and Gabe was in the front seat sucking on a lollipop, acting smug.
Dean and Cas both didn’t want to inner tube after that.
There was a new tone in their relationship after that incident. Both Dean and Cas were more snappy but it wasn’t like usual because they could both tell they were hurting each other. It was tense and uncomfortable to say the least. Later in the evening, when they were getting ready to go out to dinner, Sam approached him on the subject.
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“Dean, what the hell, man? What is going on with you and Cas?”
Dean froze in the middle of tying his shoes. His annoying brother was looming over him with the most prime bitch face he ever witnessed.Dude, I think I have feelings for him and he hates me. I can’t say anything nice to him and I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m scared. I can’t stand his attitude towards me anymore because I don’t want him to hate me.
“I’m fine.”
“Dean-“
“I said I’m Fine Sammy!”
Dean knew how out of line yelling at sam was, he was just so fucking irritated and so fucking sexually frustrated and just so fucking done with Cas. Everything about Cas made Dean so angry, and Dean used to always tell himself that’s what it was, but it was becoming less and less clear if everything he felt towards Cas was anger or something else. Sure, Cas was hot, but Dean couldn’t get the dude out of his fucking skin and that usually doesn’t happen with hot people. Sam snorted and gave him a look that just read,
“Bitch, Please,” and walked out the door.
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Dean drove them into town, Cas in the front, Gabriel and Sam in the back.
“This car is embarrassing.”
“You’re embarrassing,” Dean shot. The tone was off. It was more strained.
“No, this Car is embarrassing, and can you please turn that music down?”
Dean growled, feeling anger boil through his veins. He turned it up and Decided on a mexican restaurant just to piss Cas off. Gabe and Sam seemed on board enough. They were debating why or why not college was important and Cas was just sitting there, fists clenched. It wasn’t even that cold out and he was in a fucking trench coat.
“You look like a flasher,” Dean shot.
Cas just glared at him and he was not fucking messing around. To avoid bloodshed at the restaurant, Sam sat next to Dean and Gabe next to Cas. Dean and Cas were across from each other and they just kind of glared at each other the whole time. Gabe finally coughed and snapped Dean and Cas out of their staring match of death enough to order from a waiter. Of course, neither of them had seen the menu, but Cas just ordered a bean burrito and Dean ordered the nachos. The waiter himself was about Cas’s age, and a little too attractive for Dean’s liking. He also appeared to have a thing for Cas by the way his hand lightly brushed Cas’s shoulder on the way to go get food. Dean nearly exploded.
“Dude, you okay, you look like you’re pooping.” Sam muttered to him from somewhere that seemed a lot farther away than right next to him.
Cas tilted his head at him and Dean just became very fascinated with his glass of water.
“ m’Fine, Sammy.”
Dinner remained tense and in face, it just seemed to get worse. There was a point where Dean bumped Cas’s drink and Cas fucking growled. Sam and Gabriel ignored the freaky ass tension between them and just had entire conversations while acting like Dean and Cas weren’t there. Dean tried not to kill the waiter when he served Dinner and winked at Cas. Dean slammed the money on the table, earning a glare from the old lady in the next booth, and stormed out of the restaurant when the waiter slipped Cas his number.
The Car ride was too tense for even Gabe and Sam to talk, but they both looked annoyed. Dean couldn’t give a fuck, he just had to get away from the goddamn demon in his passenger seat before he ripped his lungs out. He hummed Metallica the whole way back, trying to ignore Cas’s annoyed glares his way. When they got back, Dean was going to make an instant break for the tent, but saw Cas stand outside, draw the number out of his pocket and pulled out his phone.
“Gonna whore around,Cas?! Never took you for a common slut!”
Dean regretted it the moment he said it. Cas also seemed to think it was the wrong fucking thing to say. He stormed up to Dean and took a bundle of his shirt. Don’t get a fucking Boner, Don’t.
“I am not a whore! I can make decisions for myself. Besides maybe I should ask where your genitals have been, Dean. You even told me yourself that you were the campus slut. So don’t call me a slut and look in the mirror. You disgust me.”
The rage was back and at full blast. The jealousy, the fucking remarks. Just-. Cas turned around and began to storm off and Dean couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“GRAAAaaaahhh!” He ran and full on body-slammed Cas to the ground. The phone number flew out of his hand and Cas let out a shout of protest when Dean ripped it. And then he was in the sand and Cas was on top of him. How the fuck the little string bean was so strong, Dean couldn’t guess.
“What the hell was that, Winchester?!”
He should have expected the punch, he really should have, but he didn’t and he felt like shit when Cas split his lip for more reasons than one. He managed to pin Cas to the sand and Cas snarled and squirmed.
“Fuck you, Dean!”
Cas flipped him over and before either of them knew what was happening they were rolling.
“Heyyy!!!”
Dean felt strong arms lift at his armpits. Dean was still furious to dangerous proportions and he kicked and howled as he was pulled from Cas.
“Fucking Coward!” He shot at Cas, not even sure why he said it. His lip was bleeding and Cas was looking at him like Dean just stepped on his puppy.
“I. am. no. coward. Winchester.” His voice cracked and Dean fucking broke. Dean hated seeing him that way. He just wanted to give him a hug and tell him how fucking sorry he was.
Sam escorted Cas away and Gabriel glared at Dean.
“You know, if you want contact, all you have to do is ask him.”
“Fuck you!”
“I think that’s Cas’s job, don’t you? Come on, bro, just go back to your tent and cool the fuck off. When your parents ask you whats wrong with your pretty little lip tomorrow you better not say my brother because I will smite you where you stand, understand me?”
Dean nodded, embarrassed and ashamed by his actions. During the fight, Dean had a burning desire to just kiss the anger and worry lines of Castiel’s face, but he was the coward and he channeled it through anger. It was fucking obvious, wasn’t it? He got some tissues, went to his tent and sat there with a split lip. He was just hoping that he didn’t screw up too badly. He barely got any sleep that night, too busy worrying about Cas.
Dean didn’t know this, but there were actually two people on the Winchester’s lake property that had a rough night’s sleep that night.
Next Chapter ici
Genre: AU
Pairing: Dean/Castiel (Duh)
Rating: PG-13 for language, and stuff (For this chapter) In general it will be M
Word Count: WIP
Disclaimer: Wow! Can you believe it! Not mine!
Author's note: Sorry for the Angst. It's not my kind of story without it!
Summary: Jealousy. That is all.
“Dean, he’s like two pounds. Get on the inner tube with him or he’ll fucking die.”
Dean groaned. Sam was shivering from head to toe, wrapped in a big towel with fish on it. No fucking way was he getting close next to a half naked and wet Castiel. There wasn’t a chance in hell.
“Gabe,” he called from the back of the boat. Gabe turned around from the driver’s seat, smiling with a cocky look on his face. He whipped off his sunglasses like he was modeling for some magazine.
“What’s up Dean-o?”
Dean cringed at the nickname.
“Someone should ride on the inner tube with your brother.”
Gabe simply smirked.
“I’m right here, you know,” Came an obscenely deep voice from behind him. Cas was sitting on the inner-tube that was attached to the back of the boat. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
No he wasn’t.
“Fine Dean, I’ll rock paper scissors you for it. None of this best out of three bullshit either.”
Dean marched over to the front of the boat looking Gabriel directly in the eye.
“Rock Paper scissors shoot!”
Dean groaned as Gabriel chose rock.
“Fuck!”
“Always with the Scissors, Dean-o, even I know that.”
All Dean could do was moan in self pity as he took off his shirt and headed off to the back of the boat with Cas. His damn hair was looking especially good that day. Cas grasped the handles on the inner tube and laid on his stomach. Dean did the same on his side.
“If you touch me,” Dean warned, “I’ll kill you.”
Dean could fucking feel the eye roll Cas gave him and really, really tried not to feel hurt when he said, “Why the fuck would I want to touch you?”
Then it just got awkward because Cas looked him in the eyes and somehow seemed to see the hurt in Dean’s and he gave that fucking adorable little head tilt that he did when he was confused and- “Go Gabe!”
Dean didn’t want to think about any more.
Good thing about Gabriel, there was one speed and one speed only when it came to inner tubing, Fast. That’s how the Winchesters and the Smiths liked their inner tubing, dangerous, fast, and with lots of air. Cas, surprisingly let out a little laugh that did things to Dean that he really didn’t want to think about, again. Dean didn’t want to think about those days.
Gabe hit a turn fast and he and Cas were desperately clinging on. Cas was laughing his adorable little ass off and believe it or not, Dean found himself joining. Sam was in the back of the boat with a fucking camera. It probably wasn’t smart to look over at Castiel, but Dean did it anyway and immediately regretted it. He was transfixed by the little smile on his face, the droplets of water that dripped delicately from his hair, the way his back arched so perfectly. Dean nearly drooled every time the muscles on Cas’s arms would tense with every bump and corner. Dean grimaced as he got so much air that he lifted off the inner tube for a couple seconds. Cas, well Cas flew and Dean, from some strange instinct, reached with his arm, grabbed his back and pulled him down so he wouldn’t fall. Cas just gave him this look. All Dean could do was laugh or face a very intense and heated moment, so he laughed, then Cas laughed, and when Dean noticed the little crinkles around his eyes he knew he was so fucked. And then he was just drowning in a sea of blue, and a couple seconds later, he was hitting another blue pool, hard. Gabe decided it would be a fucking great time to veer left, as quickly as possible. There was no way in hell he and Cas could stay on, especially when they were too busy attempting and failing their attraction for each other. They toppled on top of each other and landed deep in the lake, legs fucking entwined. Dean by no means wanted to move away and when Cas put a gentile hand on his shoulder Dean would have melted into it if he weren’t so busy trying to swim up and not gasp in lake water every time his legs brushed Cas’s. They both surfaced with gasping breaths and Dean could only stare as Cas flipped his hair out of his eyes.
“You totally took me down with you, you douchebag.” Dean felt himself saying. He was on the verge of saying something stupid like I want to lick your stomach you gorgeous fuck, so he had to say something else. Cas just glared at him and started swimming back to the boat. When Dean got back, Sam was howling with laughter and Gabe was in the front seat sucking on a lollipop, acting smug.
Dean and Cas both didn’t want to inner tube after that.
There was a new tone in their relationship after that incident. Both Dean and Cas were more snappy but it wasn’t like usual because they could both tell they were hurting each other. It was tense and uncomfortable to say the least. Later in the evening, when they were getting ready to go out to dinner, Sam approached him on the subject.
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“Dean, what the hell, man? What is going on with you and Cas?”
Dean froze in the middle of tying his shoes. His annoying brother was looming over him with the most prime bitch face he ever witnessed.Dude, I think I have feelings for him and he hates me. I can’t say anything nice to him and I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m scared. I can’t stand his attitude towards me anymore because I don’t want him to hate me.
“I’m fine.”
“Dean-“
“I said I’m Fine Sammy!”
Dean knew how out of line yelling at sam was, he was just so fucking irritated and so fucking sexually frustrated and just so fucking done with Cas. Everything about Cas made Dean so angry, and Dean used to always tell himself that’s what it was, but it was becoming less and less clear if everything he felt towards Cas was anger or something else. Sure, Cas was hot, but Dean couldn’t get the dude out of his fucking skin and that usually doesn’t happen with hot people. Sam snorted and gave him a look that just read,
“Bitch, Please,” and walked out the door.
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Dean drove them into town, Cas in the front, Gabriel and Sam in the back.
“This car is embarrassing.”
“You’re embarrassing,” Dean shot. The tone was off. It was more strained.
“No, this Car is embarrassing, and can you please turn that music down?”
Dean growled, feeling anger boil through his veins. He turned it up and Decided on a mexican restaurant just to piss Cas off. Gabe and Sam seemed on board enough. They were debating why or why not college was important and Cas was just sitting there, fists clenched. It wasn’t even that cold out and he was in a fucking trench coat.
“You look like a flasher,” Dean shot.
Cas just glared at him and he was not fucking messing around. To avoid bloodshed at the restaurant, Sam sat next to Dean and Gabe next to Cas. Dean and Cas were across from each other and they just kind of glared at each other the whole time. Gabe finally coughed and snapped Dean and Cas out of their staring match of death enough to order from a waiter. Of course, neither of them had seen the menu, but Cas just ordered a bean burrito and Dean ordered the nachos. The waiter himself was about Cas’s age, and a little too attractive for Dean’s liking. He also appeared to have a thing for Cas by the way his hand lightly brushed Cas’s shoulder on the way to go get food. Dean nearly exploded.
“Dude, you okay, you look like you’re pooping.” Sam muttered to him from somewhere that seemed a lot farther away than right next to him.
Cas tilted his head at him and Dean just became very fascinated with his glass of water.
“ m’Fine, Sammy.”
Dinner remained tense and in face, it just seemed to get worse. There was a point where Dean bumped Cas’s drink and Cas fucking growled. Sam and Gabriel ignored the freaky ass tension between them and just had entire conversations while acting like Dean and Cas weren’t there. Dean tried not to kill the waiter when he served Dinner and winked at Cas. Dean slammed the money on the table, earning a glare from the old lady in the next booth, and stormed out of the restaurant when the waiter slipped Cas his number.
The Car ride was too tense for even Gabe and Sam to talk, but they both looked annoyed. Dean couldn’t give a fuck, he just had to get away from the goddamn demon in his passenger seat before he ripped his lungs out. He hummed Metallica the whole way back, trying to ignore Cas’s annoyed glares his way. When they got back, Dean was going to make an instant break for the tent, but saw Cas stand outside, draw the number out of his pocket and pulled out his phone.
“Gonna whore around,Cas?! Never took you for a common slut!”
Dean regretted it the moment he said it. Cas also seemed to think it was the wrong fucking thing to say. He stormed up to Dean and took a bundle of his shirt. Don’t get a fucking Boner, Don’t.
“I am not a whore! I can make decisions for myself. Besides maybe I should ask where your genitals have been, Dean. You even told me yourself that you were the campus slut. So don’t call me a slut and look in the mirror. You disgust me.”
The rage was back and at full blast. The jealousy, the fucking remarks. Just-. Cas turned around and began to storm off and Dean couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“GRAAAaaaahhh!” He ran and full on body-slammed Cas to the ground. The phone number flew out of his hand and Cas let out a shout of protest when Dean ripped it. And then he was in the sand and Cas was on top of him. How the fuck the little string bean was so strong, Dean couldn’t guess.
“What the hell was that, Winchester?!”
He should have expected the punch, he really should have, but he didn’t and he felt like shit when Cas split his lip for more reasons than one. He managed to pin Cas to the sand and Cas snarled and squirmed.
“Fuck you, Dean!”
Cas flipped him over and before either of them knew what was happening they were rolling.
“Heyyy!!!”
Dean felt strong arms lift at his armpits. Dean was still furious to dangerous proportions and he kicked and howled as he was pulled from Cas.
“Fucking Coward!” He shot at Cas, not even sure why he said it. His lip was bleeding and Cas was looking at him like Dean just stepped on his puppy.
“I. am. no. coward. Winchester.” His voice cracked and Dean fucking broke. Dean hated seeing him that way. He just wanted to give him a hug and tell him how fucking sorry he was.
Sam escorted Cas away and Gabriel glared at Dean.
“You know, if you want contact, all you have to do is ask him.”
“Fuck you!”
“I think that’s Cas’s job, don’t you? Come on, bro, just go back to your tent and cool the fuck off. When your parents ask you whats wrong with your pretty little lip tomorrow you better not say my brother because I will smite you where you stand, understand me?”
Dean nodded, embarrassed and ashamed by his actions. During the fight, Dean had a burning desire to just kiss the anger and worry lines of Castiel’s face, but he was the coward and he channeled it through anger. It was fucking obvious, wasn’t it? He got some tissues, went to his tent and sat there with a split lip. He was just hoping that he didn’t screw up too badly. He barely got any sleep that night, too busy worrying about Cas.
Dean didn’t know this, but there were actually two people on the Winchester’s lake property that had a rough night’s sleep that night.
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