Standing Together

Chapter 81

Castiel heads back to the bedroom later that evening to find Dean still lying on the bed on his phone. He sits down on the bed and cocks his head in confusion. Shouldn't he be done with this by now? Even if he reads slowly, he should have finished it.

"Whatcha doing?" Castiel asks, crawling onto the end of the bed.

Dean turns the phone around to show that he's still on Wattpad, but doesn't leave it there long enough for Castiel to read anything it says.

"Are you still reading my book?" Castiel asks, failing to hide his confusion.

"I'm reading the beginning again," Dean says. "I need something happy after you so rudely tore my heart out."

Castiel chuckles. "I'm glad I didn't ruin reading for you, though, if you're reading it again."

"School ruined reading for me," Dean says. "But I actually really liked this beginning part."

"Really?" Castiel says, surprised. "I didn't think you'd really like it." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "I mean, I wasn't really expecting you to read it at all."

"Of course I read it," Dean replies. "It's your book, after all."

"Right..."

Dean clicks his phone off and puts it down on the bedside table. "You're aware that you're turning into a tomato, right?"

"No I'm not," Castiel says, covering his face with his hands so Dean can't see how red it is. He didn't really think about how weird it would be for dean to read his book until now, especially remembering how it starts.

Dean must realize why he's getting a bit flustered, because there's a small smirk on his lips when he says, "Jensen and Misha have a really different type of relationship than we do."

"How's that?" Castiel asks, his voice almost coming out as a squeak. Is Dean going to make fun of him for this? He probably should have thought this through when he decided to publish that book.

"Well," Dean begins, crawling across the bed to his fiancé. "There's a lot less clothing involved, if you know what I mean." He bounces his eyebrows suggestively.

"Well, you're not wrong," Castiel agrees.

"You know," Dean says slowly as he climbs on top of the boy, straddling his hips. "If you ever wanted a relationship like that..."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to make you do that," Castiel says teasingly, knowing Dean would be more than happy to oblige if Castiel gave him the opportunity.

"Just reading it turned me on," Dean murmurs, putting his arms over the boy's shoulders almost flirtatiously. "Now imagine if it was really us going at it..." Dean presses his lips against Castiel's neck, sucking on the skin.

Castiel's head lolls back, and he lets out a small moan before he can stop himself. "Dean —"

Dean slowly moves away from his neck, but he doesn't pull away. He puts a finger against Castiel's lips, a silent plea for him to be quiet.

He pushes the boy down so he's lying flat on the bed. Dean slides the boy's shirt up, fingers lightly tracing around his abdominals. Castiel shivers involuntarily at his touch.

"Dean," Castiel murmurs, wrapping his arms around the other boy's upper body. "Come down here." He pulls him down on top of him, their mouths colliding.

Dean hands skirt over the other boy's hips as he takes hold of his tee shirt, and Castiel lifts his upper body off the bed subconsciously to help Dean take it off. Dean pushes him back against the bed, pinning his arms down by the wrist. He presses his lips to Castiel's, then again a little lower, leaving a trail of kisses down his body, all the way down just above his pants. Castiel lets out a small moan as he reaches the sensitive skin just over his crotch.

But then the doorbell rings, and the moment is over.

Dean groans and gets off the other boy, flopping down on his back. "Can you get that? I don't have enough working legs to walk."

Castiel sighs and grabs his shirt from the floor, throwing it on as he heads to the door. He glances out the window, but he doesn't see anyone there. Maybe there's a package for them. They haven't ordered anything, but it's possible that someone sent them a gift. It's definitely something Lucifer would randomly decide to do.

Castiel's still fixing his shirt as he opens the door, trying to look less like a hobo. Between his sex hair and his wrinkled shirt, he's sure he doesn't look like much, but he doesn't have to look good to pick up a package from the front steps.

Unfortunately, that's not what the doorbell was about. There are two teenage girls walking away from the house, probably having decided that he wasn't coming to the door. Had they waited just a little longer, he wouldn't have — if he saw them there, he immediately would have turned and left. They just happened to be out of his site.

They must hear the door open, because they both turn around immediately. They freeze when they see him, as if they hadn't thought far enough ahead in their plan to decide what to do if he actually showed.

"Do you need something?" Castiel asks loudly, just in case they're neighbors and they need help.

Both girls run back to the door, and Castiel instinctively takes a step back. It's only when they're right in front of him that he notices the phone one girl's holding, down by her side but with the camera facing him as if they're being subtle enough that he won't notice.

"Oh my god, we are your biggest fans," one of the girls says, her words coming out so quickly, they almost blend together. "We've been listening to your music since —"

"I'm sorry, my house isn't a tourist attraction," Castiel says, and though the words are rude, he does his best to keep his tone lighter. "If I see you around, I would love to talk, but I was kind of in the middle of something."

"But —" the other girl begins, but Castiel cuts her off.

"Thank you for your support throughout the years, but now is a bad time."

Castiel quickly shuts the door, then presses his back against it. He closes his eyes, and in the silence that follows, he can hear his heart pounding. God, that was bad. He really shouldn't have done that. He could have at least been nicer about it. It's not going to look good for him if it ends up online.

Castiel heads back to the bedroom, lying down next to his fiancé in silence.

"Who was it?" Dean asks.

"Fans," Castiel replies.

"Oh."

And silence.

"So," Dean says eventually, "is it too much to hope that we can pick up where we left off?"

"Yes."

Dean sighs dramatically. "Stupid fans, ruining the mood."

"Welcome to the life of a celebrity," Castiel deadpans.

"I don't like being a celebrity," Dean whines. "All I wanted was to do the schmexy and stupid fans ruined it like they ruin everything."