Untitled Part 8

                                    

                                          
"Where's Gabriel?" His mom had stopped staring and continued cooking. She looked up at his question and shrugged her shoulders. "Said he had to help Dean with something." Okay so that meant that Dean was probably coming over later. He gulped down the water and gave his mom a kiss on the cheek, before running upstairs. He took a quick shower in the bath connected to his room and when he put on some fresh clothes he felt a lot better. To keep himself occupied, he did his homework and went through his notes from today. It took him a few hours and he enjoyed not getting interrupted and fully concentrating on using his brain in every way possible. When he closed his notebook the door to his room swung open and Gabriel came inside, covering his eyes with his hands. "If you're doing something inappropriate, then please stop. I'll give you ten seconds to get ready." Dean behind him was just shaking his head and smiled apologetically Castiel. "Gabe, I'm not masturbating every time I'm alone in my room." He heard Dean choking, before Gabriel broke into laughter. "Can't you use other words for that?" Castiel rolled his eyes. "Like what?" Gabriel sat down on his bed and crossed his legs. "Like, whipping your willy, tossing your turkey, wonking your cronker, yanking your crank, choking your chi-" Dean had followed Gabriel and was sitting next to him, pressing his hand over his mouth. "Okay, okay, we get it," he said, trying his hardest not to laugh. "We came to ask if you wanted to come to this party. Gabriel and Sam thought it would be a good idea."too? But who knows? I'm just glad he's friends with me. He's really cool." Sam brushed it off like it wouldn't hurt if Gabriel didn't like him the way he liked Gabriel. "We should get going." Castiel agreed and they both went back to the school. Castiel couldn't stop thinking about what Sam had said and he made it his mission to find out more about Dean. First, he had to talk to Gabriel, though.Castiel noticed the slight discomfort in Dean and he wondered if it's because he'd been ignoring Dean for two weeks now. It didn't help that Castiel didn't answer right away and Dean start fidgeting, hand still over Gabriel's mouth. He could see the pain in his brother's eyes and probably would have laughed if he didn't feel so very tiny right now. He's never been to a party before. Before they'd move here, his friends had never invited him to parties, because they knew he would have turned them down anyway. Right? And his brother never asked him before as well. This was weird. "I mean, you don't have to come, it's okay." Dean said hastily and let go of Gabriel, who gave him his most impressive stink eye ever. "Yes, I'd like to come." He wished he would have said it differently, because Gabriel's head snapped to him and the glint of mischief in his eyes scared him. "Well, I'm glad Dean can make you come ... to the party, I mean." Castiel grabbed the next thing he reached and threw it at his brother, while Dean slapped Gabriel's back of the head. "Ow," he said dramatically and got up to leave the room. "Sam's downstairs. He is nice at least." And with that he left, practically ran out of the room. Dean still sat on his bed and Castiel couldn't help himself and think about how Dean would feel like under him. He swallowed hard and turned around, pretending to organise his school stuff. That's not how you fix things, the voice in his head said. "It's not broken," he murmured back, feeling stupid. "What?" Castiel jumped and turned around. "N-nothing." He hooked his thumb over his shoulders and pointed at his bathroom door. "Gonna take a shower. Eh, you can, you know ... uh ... I have an xBox, if you want you can play some games or go downstairs," he blabbered and mentally facepalmed himself. Dean