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Wayword Sons	By : Looking_Glass Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor do I claim ownership to Dean and Castiel. I am not, in any way, profiting off of this. Any similarity to real people or situations, while awesome, is purely coincidental.

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Dean stopped in front of the doors to the dormitories and turned, holding out his hand. "Thanks very much for your help, Mr..." he read the guard's name badge, "Willis." The man shook his hand and nodded importantly. "Always a pleasure to aid in an investigation," he said. "Names are on the doors."
Dean entered the building. He was in a long corridor with dozens of doors on either side. The first few doors were marked JONES, PATTERSON and SANTIAGO, O'BRIEN. Shit. Last names. He realized he had no idea what Castiel's last name was. He began walking steadily up the corridor, listening to voices through the doors. He heard a noise behind him and turned. A ruddy-faced kid had just left the door marked LOPEZ, FOTHERINGHAM. "Excuse me," Dean stopped him and flashed his makeshift badge. "Detective Sambora. I'm looking for a Castiel- about yea high, black hair?"
The kid nodded, swallowing nervously. "Yeah, I know him. I heard he got expelled, though."
"Be that as it may, I'd like to speak to his roommate. Do you know which dorm was his?"
The kid shook his head, but said, "his last name is Novak, so..." they both looked around. "There," the kid pointed. "Thanks," Dean said, and headed for the door marked DREW, NOVAK.
There was no sound coming from inside. Dean knocked twice on the door and stood back, smoothing his jacket and hair. A moment later, the door opened and a chubby, freckled guy appeared. His face fell quickly into puzzlement. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were… um, never mind. Can I help you?”
“Mr. Drew,” Dean began, pulling out his wallet. “Detective Sambora, Kansas City Police Department.” He flipped the wallet open and shut in a flick and stashed it back in his pocket. “Can I come in?”
“Oh,” the kid was freaked. “Yeah, of course.” He stepped aside, letting Dean in. “Is everything okay?”
Dean surveyed the room. Is was moderately sized and tidy, the two sides mirroring one another with identical twin beds, desks, and bookshelves. The right half of the room was almost completely empty, save for a few large books on the shelves. “Everything’s fine, Mr. Drew.”
“Stewart.”
“Your name is Stewart Drew? Stew Drew?” Dean asked, incredulous. The kid just gave him an open-mouthed, confused look, so Dean pressed on. “So, Stewart. I need some information on your former roommate.”
“Oh, okay,” Stewart said, his eyes darting nervously to the door.
“Do you know where he’s headed?”
The kid’s eyebrows pinched together. “No, actually, I don’t. I would assume he’s going home, but I don’t know for sure. He didn’t say.”
Dean knew Castiel wouldn’t go home after everything. “Did he discuss any relatives or friends, anyone he might stay with?”
Stewart shook his head. “No, he didn’t really talk to me much. Or, like, at all.” His eyes flitted to the door and back again, and Dean tried to see what he was looking at. “Is there a problem?” He asked the kid.
“No,” Stewart cried, eyes back on Dean, “It’s just… he could be back any time and I don’t want him to walk in while we’re talking about him.”
Dean stood up straight. “Wait- you mean he’s still here?”
“Yeah, um. He’s just been packing up his stuff-” just then, the door opened, and Castiel entered carrying an empty cardboard box. When he spotted Dean, his eyes went wide and he nearly dropped the box. He opened his mouth to speak, but Dean cut him off before he got the chance. “Mr. Novak- Detective Sambora with the Kansas City Police.” He turned to Stewart. “Mr. Drew, would you mind if I had a word with Mr. Novak in private?”
“Oh! Of course.” The kid hustled out of the room, and Castiel locked the door behind him.
"Dean…" Castiel’s brow furrowed even more than usual. "What are you doing here?"
Dean paced himself, feeling that pull in his belly. He wanted nothing more than to kiss every visible inch of the man's skin, but he didn't want to come on too strong. Not with Castiel. "Look, Cas," he began, clearing his throat. His breath felt hot coming out of his mouth. He had never felt so nervous or so vulnerable and Castiel wasn’t doing much to help, standing a safe distance away, arms crossed. "I wanted you to know that…” Dean trailed off, looking at his feet. He chuckled once, nervously. “Look, uh." He cleared his throat, looking back up at Castiel. "I feel the same about you." He felt the jackhammer of his heart again.
Castiel let out a deep breath but stayed where he was, steeling himself.
"I don't know what to say, Cas," Dean took a step toward him. "I've been with women- lots of women. I think you should know that. And I enjoyed it every time. But as soon as it was over, I would leave and forget all about them. Another day, another girl, you know? But you…” he took another step, gauging Castiel’s reaction. “I can’t get you out of my head, Cas. I’ve dreamt about you, and you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up.” He took another step, and he’d closed the gap between them. “I can’t stop thinking about your eyes, and the way you smell, and what your lips must feel like.” He reached out and took Castiel’s upper arm in his hand and gently squeezed, gazing longingly into his crystal blue eyes.
“Dean,” Castiel whispered, the touch sending a shudder through his body. They stood there like that for a moment, silently.
“Don’t hate me for this,” Dean whispered when he could take it no longer, and he gently took Castiel’s face in his hands and tilted it up. He looked at his mouth and back at his eyes, hoping to see no resistance. When their lips met, everything else melted away. Dean wove his hands through Castiel's hair and pulled him in closer, discovering that he had never wanted or needed anything so badly in his whole life than he wanted and needed this. The kiss was slow and delicate and a certain ache passed between to two of them. He remembered, suddenly, that Castiel had never kissed anyone before, so he pulled back and searched the man’s face.
Castiel slowly opened his eyes, and there was something in them that hadn’t been there before. He carefully wrapped his hands behind Dean’s back and pulled him in closer so that their bodies were flush against each other, and he leaned into another kiss. This one was more powerful- full of the longing that they both felt.
Dean backed Castiel up against the door and gently slipped into his mouth. Castiel moaned and allowed Dean to explore him with his tongue. They stayed locked in this position for what seemed like hours, breathing heavily, Castiel discovering every inch of Dean’s muscular torso with his hands. Finally, Dean pulled away, knowing that if they went any further he wouldn’t be able to control himself. They panted heavily, and Castiel put his forehead against Dean’s. “I have been waiting to do that for a very long time,” he said, and Dean laughed.
They looked into each other’s eyes, then, and smiled. Dean reached around Castiel’s waist and pulled him into an embrace. Cas rested his head on Dean’s shoulder, and Dean kissed him gently on the neck. “Me too,” Dean said. And it was true.
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