
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/2750543.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Jealousy, tagged_underage_because
      they're_both_minor_in_this, Underage_Sex, Fluff, a_tiny_bit_of_angst_but
      not_really, Jock!Castiel, good_dad_John_Winchester
  Series:
      Part 2 of Sugar_and_spice
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-10 Words: 2050
****** Cocoa ******
by Morethancupcake
Summary
     " So yeah. Castiel is perfect. With him, Dean can see how stupidly
     mundane things like, putting frosting on cookies, wrapping gifts,
     Hell even buying those gifts. It feels awesome, because being with
     Cas' always makes him feel lighter, happier. Right now he's
     sprinkling glitter all over a christmas card he'll give aunt Ellen
     for christmas, and even if it pains him to say so, he feels
     completely okay with the idea of spending the week-end playing with
     stickers and ribbons."
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Castiel is perfect. Perfect blue eyes. Perfect polite smile. He's the kind of
guy who's always helping old people with their groceries, the kind who rescues
kitten and still has time to be captain of the soccer team. Everyone loves
Castiel. He's the kind of boy you're proud to take home, and Dean hadn't waited
too long to take him home to show his family this beautiful, wonderful boy had
been stupid enough to say ask, and date him. Him. Winchester, the oldest, the
dumb one who spent too much time at the autoshop and not enough at the library,
who had holes on his shirts and grease under his nails. This Winchester managed
to catch the eye of their high school idol, and damn if he wasn't proud of that
fact.
John had been a little surprised, at first, but after frowning and muttering
"No one tells me anything around here", he had just put another plate on the
kitchen table, and asked Castiel if burgers were okay, and if he was planning
on staying the night. Dean realised he didn't know how much he could love his
dad until that precise moment True, he could have done without the awkward as
Hell talk he had to go through later, with John trying to teach him about
protection, and love and God, just thinking about it makes him want to bury
himself and die.
Dean likes Castiel. A lot. Sam says he's in love, but he's a little shit and is
just jealous because his boyfriend is just awesome, and even Sam is a little
enamored with him. (Or, as Castiel has been hinting lately, it could be because
of Cas' brother Gabriel, but Dean isn't remotely ready for this talk with Sam).
So yeah. Castiel is perfect. With him, Dean can see how stupidly mundane things
like, putting frosting on cookies, wrapping gifts, Hell even buying those
gifts. It feels awesome, because being with Cas' always makes him feel lighter,
happier. Right now he's sprinkling glitter all over a christmas card he'll give
aunt Ellen for christmas, and even if it pains him to say so, he feels
completely okay with the idea of spending the week-end playing with stickers
and ribbons. Because hey, at least doing that he won't risk doing anything that
could make his boyfriend mad (and he certainly didn't want to repeat the fiasco
that was the saturday he spent at Lisa's.. he had tried to explain spin the
bottle was just the cheesiest game ever, and it didn't mean anything... turns
out it wasn't the right thing to say. A month after and he's still not
forgiven.) But actually, it's kind of nice doing these stupid things, and
learning he's good with his hands, and yeah, maybe he knew, but it's nice to
know he can bake, if he wants, he can make Sammy happy with a stupid card he
made, and it's just a good feeling.
Yeah, he'll never admit it to anyone, except maybe Benny, but that's it. Damn
perfect boy.
"You boys want anything ? Castiel, you sure you don't want cocoa or something
?" John is watching them from the kitchen, and Dean is very impressed his dad
didn't break any joke about them being sissies, or girls or something like
that. But again, the one and only time Sammy had said something like this,
Castiel had calmly informed him it was quite a hurtful comment, and had spent a
long moment nicely explaining to a very attentive Sam how wrong he was. John
had been silent and listening the whole time, and Dean had noticed how much of
an effort he was making these days, not only with him, but even at work.
Castiel was fucking perfect.
"No thank you mister Winchester, I'm okay." Dean notices how weird it is,
because Castiel is a sucker for sweet things, especially cocoa, but so far he
hadn't accepted anything to eat or drink. Weird. Dean can hear is Dad
retreating to the garage, and finally he has the opportunity to put his hand on
Castiel's thigh. Too high to be proper. To low to get them in too much trouble.
"Oh that's how it's going to be then." He can feel himself turning beet red,
but there's actually nothing he can do about it because Cas' voice is usually
low and smooth, but now he just means business, and Dean thinks about these
lips, around him when he was driving baby not too long ago, and he remembers
how he had to park because he just couldn't say no to Cas, and when did he get
so lucky to get the dirtiest boy in this fucking town as his ? "You do realise
the whole point of this is not to be naughty, Dean ?" Castiel has moved from
his place and his now very close, very sudden, and Dean hopes John and Sam
won't need them for a while, because from the way he's pulling him to his room,
there's a good chance he won't be able to do much for the next hour or so.
He's okay with that.
Castiel's fingers are pulling at his hair, and he's probably sporting a giant
hickey where he's sucking right now, but he couldn't care less because he's
pinned against the wall, and his boyfriend's hips have reached a punishing
rhythm and he's seeing stars.
Castiel won't kiss him, and that freaking sucks. Jealous and possessive
bastard.
Dean can feel the other boy's body tremble, the way Castiel pants in his ear,
the way his fingers are now drawing blood on Dean's nape. So he lets the
dirtier part of his brain take over, whispering how hot this is, how wrong and
amazing it feels to taint the halo of pure and proper Castiel. And the he
whispers "I fucking love you" and Cas is gone. Dean doesn't say more, doesn't
need to. He kisses Cas' eyebrows, his forehead, his chin, every part he's still
allowed to put his lips on.
After a minute or two, he's already ready to put his boyfriend for a nap and
deal with himself when Cas drops to his knees and. Damn. Fucking perfect.
His breathing is so erratic he thinks there's a good chance he'll pass out, but
what a way to go. Castiel smirks at him while licking his lips, and Dean just
feels like he could give up half of his life to be able to just fuking kiss his
stupid boyfriend, who just fucking rocked his world. "Proud of yourself ?" His
voice is almost back to normal.
"You could say that." Castiel make a face when standing up, and Dean, because
he's awesome like that, goes to the drawer and gets him a towel and fresh
underwear because he's a gentleman. Castiel thanks him with a peck on his
cheek, and Dean can't help but say. Whine. Whatever.
"Seriously, dude. You just had my dick in your mouth, but you can't let me kiss
you ?" Cas' eyes turn cobalt blue, and Dean can't help but feel a little cold
on the spot. He pretends to check if his dad is still out from the window, and
he can hear Castiel's going to the bathroom he shares with Sam and the click of
the key. Great. Fucking great.
 
He's in the kitchen making tea when Castiel comes down, having switched to the
sweats he usually wears when spending the week ends at the Winchester's.
Usually friday nights are for training, but with the snow piling outside, Dean
supposes there won't be many players anyway.
"Tea ?" he asks, as a peace offering. Castiel shakes his head and goes to
straighted up the mess they left on the dining room table. And that's when Dean
realises something is off with his boyfriend, because Castiel can never, ever
say no to tea. He's like a drug addict when it comes to the stuff, and him not
wanting any doesn't mean anything good. "Look, I'm sorry I said anything, okay
?" Castiel doesn't look at him, and it's easier to go on. "But I guess it just
feels wrong to.. " he checks if they're really alone in the house before
whispering "It just doesn't feel right, I mean, come on, it doesn't mean
anything !"
"Exactly." Cas' voice is chipped and cold. Dean can see he's putting everything
away with shaking fingers, and gosh does he feel bad for ruining this evening.
"It doesn't mean anything to you, so I don't want it, Dean Winchester. You can
go put your tongue in every tramp's mouth and I couldn't care less. But I won't
be one of them." Dean's eyes are wide, and yeah, probably a little red because
it was one thing to think Cas was just punishing him and it was a tease, but
now he can see it's probably bigger than he thought, and fuck, Castiel is
crying and there's nothing he can do.
"I'm so sorry." He grabs Castiel in his arms and he holds him close and he just
hates himself because he's so fucking stupid. "I am sorry, Cas, and I promise,
it was nothing. I told you, it was just a peck, and " he can feel Castiel tense
and add "And you're right, it does matter, and I was stupid."
"You were. I was wondering if I was supposed to go kiss someone else, to make
us even." Dean doesn't say anything because the wave of pain he just feels
right now makes him want to throw up, and if that's what Cas' has been feeling
lately, then yes, he kind of deserves it. "Would that make you happy, Dean, to
know I'm with someone else ?" Dean grits his teeth and shakes his head. "Then
why did you do it ?" Dean doesn't say anything, and just rocks them gently.
Because yes, they're just a year apart, but Cas just had one boyfriend before
him, and he remembers his first kiss, and his first time, and as dirty and
debauched he is when they're together, he's the one who held Dean's hand first,
and asked him on dates, and gave him a freaking valentine's card, and Dean
loves that about him, and it's something he doesn't want Cas to lose along the
lines.
"I'm just sorry, Cas. I am sorry I did it, and I'm sorry I hurt you, and I can
swear it won't happen again. Ever". Castiel nods and put his face in the crook
of his neck. They stay like this for a little while, and Dean is thankful for
the way Sammy all but avoid the dining room when seeing them, closing the door
so John won't start to fuss and embarass them. "You want me to take you back to
your place ?" Castiel let go and watches him under these fucking black lashes,
and Dean has one of these "holy fuck, I kind of want to be with him forever"
flashes, but thank God it passes.
"I thought we were watching a movie with your brother ?" Dean smiles and he
smiles back. Maybe things will be okay, after all.
"We are." They go back to the kitchen, where John is putting the weird toppings
Sam loves on a frozen pizza, and they start to put thigs together for their
movie night. Dean notice Cas declines yet another drink from his dad, and he
waits until they're putting the drinks and snacks on the table to ask "You're
going to tell me why you don't want to drink or eat anything ?" He can see
Castiel's eyes glimmer, and add "it's not because of Lisa, right ? You aren't
like, not eating or anything, because..."
Castiel lets a quiet laugh pass "I am not starving myself, Dean, don't worry.
But it may have something to do with the Braeden girl, yes." Dean frowns, still
holding the pop corn bowl, not tknowing where this is going. "You really want
to know, Dean ?" A small nod. "You really, really want to know ?" Dean swallows
the nerves in his throat when Cas put his lips to his ear and whisper. "The
taste of you in my mouth. That's something she can't have."
 
John makes another bowl of pop corn, muttering about how clumsy this boy can
possibly be.
End Notes
     What can I say, all I want for Christmas is some Destiel and a Good
     Dad John Winchester.
     As usual, kudos and comments are just the best :)
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
