All because of a kiss (P me and Till-We-All-Fall-Down)

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    Plot: Third year students Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester have been life-long friends since they were practically in diapers. They can say, 'I love you' without it being awkward until one unexpected kiss from the other due to a dare. Now can these two best-friends brush off the true heritage of their feelings? Or will it just consume them as though never before?
    {Dramatic introduction dun, dun, DUN! Anyways, there is a looong wait for them to finally confess but not as bad as the others. It sets near September and have the genres of; family, friendship, romance, hurt and comfort. Plus the obvious, angst}


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    The night is beginning to fade away with the sun just beginning to peak above the horizon when the ephemeral bleeps of that wretched alarm clocks begins to descend into the depths of my senses and awake me from a peaceful sleep. Blue eyes blinking with noticeable disgust and attentiveness, the teen mechanically rise from the sheets of his bed and cross to the other side of the room to end the racket that still rings within his eardrums.


    A tiresome yawn escapes the ebony-haired boys parted lips as he lazily makes his way throughout his darkened chamber to snatch at anything they needed for today, the normal. Once picking up the pre-laid out clothing from the day previous, the figure of a young man began to unwillingly travel down the dimly lit depths of a long hallway, careful not to disturb any of the residents behind three closed doors. One being that of his mother and father, the second his brother, Gabriel and third, which was Anna. Though he was the youngest, Gabriel had always been the les matured counterpart of the Novak family household. Two were missing however, which was that of Michael - who was an honor student in university - and Lucifer who they hadn't seen in a little over two years. A call obviously couldn't suffice accordingly to their recklessly rebellious kin.


    Dismissing the thoughts, the young mans footsteps lightly pressed on down the corridor until finding himself into the bathroom just a few steps away. The creaking of a door caught his attention, and as the dark haired boy turned to look, a figure jumped from behind the bathroom door and screeched in the blue-eyed adolescents face. For a second, he felt his blood run ice cold as he jumped back in surprise, turning around with a startled hand over his heart, narrowing now angry-cyan depths at this familiar form,
    "Gabriel!" He bit out a little more darkly than normal, clutching his set of clothing hastily. Though normally he was reasonable, Gabe occasionally would find his triggers,
    "Aw, Cassie you're too easy!" Their caramel-haired brother teased, ruffling their dark hair and sauntering off down the hall.


    Letting a sigh escalate from his now-parted lips, the young Novak took a moment to calm his senses and continue about preparing for the first day back to high school. For some odd reason, Castiel Novak had an indifferent feeling that today was to be full of surprises.

    Soft rays of sunlight flitted in through the partially open blinds, filling the cluttered room with a dim light. The room was fairly small and could use a good tidying. Clothing items were thrown into random heaps on the floor and empty soda cans littered the top of the small Woden dresser which was tucked into the far corner of the room. The walls were painted a coffee with cream color and the carpet was an off white. There was a bed towards the middle of the room. The blue comforter and white sheets were tangled in the limbs of a sleeping Dean Winchester. He had one arm thrown lazily over the side of the bed and his face was smashed into the pillow. The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of Deans soft snoring. It was a rather peaceful scene.
    The peace however, did not last long. The shrill sound of a ringing alarm filled the silence, shattering the image of peace and quiet. Dean slung his hand lazily over to the bedside table, smacking the alarm clock at random until the noise ceased. The now awake teenager groaned in annoyance as he pulled his blanket up to his chin, basking in the warmth provided by the blankets. He eventually dragged his stiff body from his bed and stumbled over to his closet. His green eyes were still clouded with sleep and his hair was messy, making him look rather disheveled. He grabbed a dark green t-shirt and a pair of jeans, not really paying much attention to his outfit choice. He then walked clumsily over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of clean borers before exiting his room.
    Dean walked down the hallway and to the bathroom where he could hear the sound of his younger brother, Sam, preparing for his day.
    "Hurry up in there Sammy." Dean grumbled, not favoring the idea of really talking during the early hours. The bathroom door swung open to reveal an already clothed Sam standing with his hair still damp from his shower.
    "Dean, I have to dry my hair." Sam said in a slight whine as he guestured to his hair dryer.
    "Hurry the hell up Samantha." Dean said as he rolled his eyes and began walking to the kitchen to get coffee. Sam glared at his brother and pulled his face into a look of distaste.
    "Don't call me that." He growled before returning to the bathroom.

    The following preparation of that heart-breaking Monday morning was sluggish and drugged by the reminder of soft, woolen comforters that lingered in Castiel's chamber down the hall. He wished to return to their familiar warmth and sleep away the day, but he knew much better than that. School and good grades had always been a fair-importance to the eighteen year-old, though most of the time It was his parents who constantly pushed Castiel into his undeniable futuristic success.


    The thought brought a light laugh to his lungs, but it was flat and humorless. The boy had never been one of the 'funny' one of the kids in his class, let alone school. His best friend, Dean Winchester knew of that more than anyone along with Sam, his younger brother. His bitter-mood began to slightly recede at the though to meeting his good friend once again, and maybe just maybe he was looking forwards a bit more to the reappearance of school.


    Stripping down to nothing, the dark-haired adolescent fixed the taps to the correct temperatures before stepping in and entirely scrubbing at his baby-smooth body.
    Once he had finished with his shower, the Novak began to dress himself, wearing the casual button-up shirt and simple denim jeans. Later, before leaving the house, he'd throw on his signature article of clothing which was a tan over-coat - though many called it a trench-coat. Not really putting much effort into the mess of dark hairs atop his head, the teenager tousled with it a little bit though eventually lost hope is appearing semi-presentable. He never really paid much notice to his appearance at all.



    Now scooping up the neatly assorted tid-bits of essential school-supplies and slipping them into the midst of his backpack, Castiel began his journey down the hall, greeted by the familiar flight of stairs to the warm atmosphere of their families living space. The lights were dim, but with his trained blue-oculars, the young man had no trouble navigating through the darkness and into the lighten space of the kitchen. If eyes could kill, he'd assume Gabriel - who stood preparing their breakfast - would be nothing but a limp blob of human upon the cleanly shine of the oak-wood panelling,
    "Morning, Cassie! What's wrong with your hair? It looks like you.. Blow dried it with a hand grenade.." The caramel-haired man held back a suffering burst of laughter, a smug grin tugging at his older-brothers lips,
    "Hello, Gabriel and It's not of import." Castiel lifting a hand as though to stop Gabriel's speech, deciding not to speak up about the nickname his brother had dubbed upon him. Letting a silent breath pass through his slightly chapped lips, the dark-haired boy nodded his thanks as a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios was sat before his form that now rested in a chair at the table,
    "So, Cassie. You excited to your boyfriend, Dean-o again?" Nearly choking on the spoonful of cereal he had put into his mouth, two glaring blue orbs snarled Gabriel's way, who in turned lifted his hand in a defensive defeat,
    "Why do you constantly insist on pestering me, Gabriel?" The teenager asked, casting a dark glare his brothers way. Gabe merely rolled his eyes and took a spot at the table across from Castiel, picking at his bowl of Cinnamon toast crunch,
    "Aww, Cassie you're no fun!" The older Novak pouted, leaving Cas to roll his eyes.

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    Dean poured himself a cup of coffee, only half awake. He poured a bit of sugar and creamer in before sitting at the kitchen table to enjoy his drink. Dean sipped the hot drink slowly as he looked out the window, watching the world awaken from its slumber. He watched as birds flew in the early morning sky and the trees softly shift under the wind. Dew dropped from trees, covering the grass in the tiny drops of water. Dean felt a small smile form on his lips. Though Dean would never admit it, he liked watching the world wake up. Everything looked so fresh and alive.
    Sam emerged from the bathroom and walked into the kitchen to prepare his toast. His hair was now dry and fixed how he liked it and he looked much more awake.
    "Bathrooms empty, jerk." Sam said as he put two pieces of bread into the toaster. The bread was whole wheat of course. Sam had a weird obsession with health and school, both things Dean didn't pay much mind to. Dean downed the rest of his coffee before standing up.
    "Okay bitch." Dean retorted before walking to the bathroom. Dean heaved a sigh and closed the door before turning on the shower. He waited until the water was almost scalding hot to undress and step into the spray of water. He sighed softly as the hot water touched his skin, waking up his senses. Dean stood under the water with his eyes closed debating whether or not he should go to school. Dean hated school. It was a waste of time. He thought it was completely irrelevant to living a good life. There was one reason to go though, and that reason was Castiel Novak. Castiel felt excitement rise in him when he thought about being able to see his best friend. Dean began to hurry through his shower before turning off the water and drying off.
    Once he had done the essentials of getting ready, he walked into his room to grab his book bag and cell phone. He wondered if he was taking Castiel to school or not. Sometimes he did sometimes he didn't, it depended. Dean made the decision to call Castiel and ask. As he pulled up the contact and pressed the phone to his ear, he felt a tad nervous, which was ridiculous considering he had called Castiel hundreds of times. He pressed the phone to his ear, listening to the rings.

    The young boy had finished downing the bowl of the peculiarly dry, yet sweet cereal, setting the bowl with care into the mouth of the now-ajar dishwasher. For a moment, he had a sheepish idea of comparing Dean, his best friend that of Honey Nut Cheerios. Though it was odd to think, it began to make sense and relate to the Novak's overall perspective on the Winchester. Dean was a rather dry person, not fond of sappy moments or, 'chick-flick moments' as he puts it. Though fairly carefree to the world, he was strangely kind and welcoming even though he was a popular - where nearly every girl was in love with him. Dean out of anyone, was the one individual that could make Castiel laugh, let alone smile. The young man was just so uptight and serious about nearly everything, but only Dean Winchester seemed to be able to surface his secluded self.


    Castiel had never been big on making friends, or socializing, that is until Dean came up to him one day in kindergarten and practically demanded that they become friends. For the first month having known each other, Cas would merely listen to what the chestnut-brunette haired boy would say and ramble about, only to agree and comment every so often. Things didn't take a turn for the best until his eighty year of his scholar career that he began to open up a little more. It was unfortunate to see it had taken that long to become comfortable with another human being, but once he did, the young man couldn't detach himself practically from the emerald-eyed figures side.


    At the memory, Castiel smiled very softly to himself but it faded just as quickly as it came. Looking up to see Gabriel staring down at him with concern and curiosity written across his maturing features, Castiel cocked his head to the side, closing the dishwasher after Gabe,
    "You okay, Casse? You spaced out again, bro." He informed the slightly embarrassed teen, but shook it off and nodded half-heartedly,
    "Yeah, I'm alright. I just-" He had been interrupted mid-sentence by the familiar ringtone of, 'carry on my wayward son' by Kansas - as insisted by Dean, of course. The odd boy had always had a good taste for older music, that much Castiel knew. Striding past Gabe's form, the dark-haired adolescent picked up the flip phone that rested on the cedar-wood table and flicked it open, speaking In his naturally gruff voice into the mic, "Hello?" He said, fixing his brows downward slightly at Gabe's notorious mouthing at the words, 'Is it your boyfriend, Dean?' Even though he had turned away, red began to slightly stain the males cheeks from the word choice.

    Dean smiled at the sound of Castiel's voice. He felt his nerves ease as he sat down on his in made bed.
    "Hey Cas," he said in his easy going tone "I was just wondering if I was taking you to school today?" Dean felt a bit stupid for asking the question. Why had he called in the first place? He could have easily just texted Castiel, but for some reason hearing Cas's voice was much more appealing to him rather than simply reading words on a screen. Dean blushed at the realization of the fact that he enjoyed hearing Castiel's voice. It was a strange thought for him, a thought he usually reserved for the occasional girl he hooked up with. Castiel was Dean's best friend though, so he must be the only exception.
    There was a knock at Deans door before it swung open. Sam stood in the door way with a curious expression.
    "Who ya talkin to?" Sam asked nosily.
    "Cas." Dean mouthed before motioning for him to leave.
    "Oohh, is Castiel your boyfriend yet? Or is it more of a friends with benefits deal?" Sam asked with a smirk, raising his voice so Cas could hear.
    "Shut up!" Dean yelled as he threw a pillow at Sam.

    The reply was quick and that a slightly amused grin to the Novak's features, venturing out of the kitchen once dismissing Gabriel's attempts at snagging the phone from his grasp. Wandering into the dimly lit living space, Castiel set his bag against he couch and then take a seat on, said couch to reply with a slightly lightened up voice of,
    "Hello, Dean." The silence between them only lasted for a few moments before his friends voice interrupted him from nearly committing to his habit from spacing out, "Yes, please. I'd like that. Thank you." The dark-haired boy said softly in return, fixing his shirt a little more but found it utterly useless because he hadn't ever truly grasped the concept of, looking-nice. But then again, it wasn't all that bad because Dean would usually pull him aside to fix the tie he constantly wore.


    Cas knew that he shouldn't be taking advantage of this luck, but the feeling of Dean's hands holding him still and brushing against the bare of his neck was strangely soothing. At the self-conscious word choice, his shook his head and merely shrugged if off.


    Hearing Sam's voice in the background, Castiel leaned into the couch and listened to their brief argument come the part where the youngest Winchester mentioned something about, 'friends-with-benefits' and 'boyfriends'. What was, friends with benefits? The blue-eyed boy dismissed the thinking, knowing that he'd probably ask Dean about it when he arrived to pick him up.
    Though red lightly shaded his features, Castiel only smiled in a genuine manner and said, "Please tell Sam I said 'hi'." He requested, pushing himself off the sofa and trekking off up stairs where he'd grab his sketch pad for the fun of it.


    Unlike his other family members, the youngest Novak was expertly fine in drawing unlike Dean who would simply draw stick-people. Cas remembered he had one time questioned the thinness of his friends perspective of peoples bodies, stating that it wasn't an exact interpretation of the human-posture or form. Pushing the old memory aside, he entered the darkness of his room, wandering to the far-side and scooping the half-filled book of sketches into his soft hands and returning downstairs, "I will see you soon than?" He asks, putting the book with care into the depths of his half-filled backpack.

    Dean smiled when Castiel asked to say hello to Sam for him. Castiel had always been very kind to his brother, which made him happy. Dean was very protective over the younger Winchester, sometimes a bit to protective.
    "I will." Dean assured him as he pulled his book bag over his shoulders and walked out of his messy bedroom and into the narrow hallway. He walked into the living room where Sam was organizing all of his school supplies. Dean found himself smiling for no reason, he did that a lot around Castiel. On multiple occasions he had found himself randomly smiling at Castiel. While they were walking down the hallway, while they were in the car. If Castiel was thee, Dean was usually smiling.
    "You have that look on your face." Sam stated as he adjusted his notebooks neatly into his bag. Dean raised an eyebrow in question, prompting Sam to further explain. "You look like a middle school girl that just spoke to her crush." He explained as he rolled his eyes.
    Dean glared at Sam, but still felt a blush tinting his skin a light pink.
    "Hey Cas, I was wondering if you wanted me to pick you up now?" He asked I bit hesitantly "So we could get coffee before school?" Dean cursed himself for being so nervous and awkward about asking Castiel if he wanted coffee before school. It was a simple question that he had asked many times before, so what was so different now? Dean decided it was simply from the lack of sleep he had gotten over the summer.

    Castiel waited patiently as the other line went dead silent, nearly hanging up but the boys sensitive sense of hearing picked up on the stirring of motion on the other end. Shaking his dark head of hair silently to himself for about a minute at the most, he pushes his slightly sluggish form off the greeting warmth of the couch and trek towards the kitchen where from the point he stood could hear the presence of heavy-rock music.


    Now in the light of the kitchen, the blue-eyed teenager eyed his elder brother with a concerning tilt to his head. Gabriel was nodding his head up and down in an oddly quick manner, waving his hands back and forth to what he assumed was to the beat of the music. Castiel could never comprehend how his brother could withstand such a terrible blare of audio into his ears. You'd think the man would go deaf or be near the verge of it. Shaking his head silently to himself, the caramel-haired man noticed his brothers entry and got up from where he sat and casually danced his way over, amusement crossing the adolescents features.


    Taking a slightly concerned step away from the jerking human-being until his form was suddenly yanked forwards and sent spinning into the centre of the room. Dizzy and terribly disorientated, Castiel stared at the floor to regain his bearings, motioning his hand to his ear where his cellular device lingered until feeling that its presence was missing. Looking about frantically for the phone, the taller figures shape turned to Gabe who had pressed the cellphone to his ear with a smug grin tugging at his lips,
    "Aii Dean-o!" His brother flamboyantly beamed into the mic, causing Castiel to roll his eyes quickly to himself, "Yeah, Cassie would love that right bro?! Yeah, just make sure to bring protection."


    At Gabe's reply, red spreads like wild-fire through the young mans features, approaching like a bat out of hell and snatching the mobile from his brothers grasp and stampeding into the other room to leave Gabriel on his lonesome cackling and smugness. Honestly, I don't know why everyone believes that Dean and I are in a relationship. We're best-friends, nothing more. Plus, he doesn't 'swing that way' as he puts it. Whatever that means, but I'm assuming its a sexuality-reference of some form. The young Novak ponders to himself, taking a seat back on the now-cooled form of the sofa,
    "I apologize for my brother, Dean. I would like to go out to coffee, thank you." He says nonchalantly, any hint of fluster or nervousness in his tone dissipated into the natural gruffness of his voice.


    Easily the talented young man could dismiss emotions, leaving him appearing like a statue. sometimes, Dean commented on that and asked if he, 'shouldn't blink' but had never grasped the concept of the term.
    Even though Castiel had not heard his friend ask the question, he had already known what it was because of the year previous where Dean for the first time had begun to ask the ebony-haired male for morning coffee. Castiel had commented that the gesture was kind and fond, but had shrugged if off mutually.

    Dean had been moving to put his coffee up from earlier into the dishwasher when he heard Gabriel's comment. He was so taken off guard that he ended up dropping the mug, shattering it and spilling coffee all over the floor.
    "Shit." He grumbled, as he began to search for a rag to clean up the mess with. Annoyance prickled at Deans spine as he found a rag and began to mop up the coffee. Why did people insist that he was dating Castiel? Sure they spent a lot of time together and sometimes he would blow off going on a date so he could hang out with Castiel, but they were best friends, and that's what best friends do. Dean knew for sure he wasn't gay. He liked girls. 'Girls are pretty and smell nice and they have soft hair.' Dean thought to himself. 'So does Cas.' The thought that ran through Deans head surprised him so bad he almost dropped the phone. A strong blush made its way onto his face as he went back to cleaning up the broken mug.
    "Oh, no it's alright." Dean said when Castiel apologized for his brothers actions. He was having an awful hard time keeping his voice steady. He picked up the broken pieces from the mug and began to carefully make his way to the trash can. When Castiel spoke again, he drew his attention away from his actions and focused on Castiel's words.
    "Great," Dean said, a smile on his mouth. Suddenly a sharp pain bit at the palm of his hand and he looked down to see blood welling up on his hand "Damn it." He growled as he threw the glass into the trash can. Dean bit his lip at the pain .

    For a moment, Castiel insisted on calling out Deans name as the other line when bitterly silent, the shatter of glass upon tile in the back noise and a curse under the other teenagers breath made him slightly concerned. Frowning very softly, Cas just set his head back against the warm of the couch cushion and closed his perplexing blue orbs, blinking every now and again self-consciously before rubbing a tiresome hand down the length and roughness of his features.


    Hearing his chestnut-brown haired friend reply that things were alright, referring to what his immature brother had commented on, Cas subconsciously let a breath escape his lips and wondered if this hold time he had been unaware of holding it. Shaking is head to dismiss the train of indirect thoughts, Castiel nodded to himself in the dark of living room and naturally spoke into the other end,
    "Alright Dean.. I'm going to hang up now." It took a few long moments of grasping the thought before he flipped the phone against the other portion, pushing his form lazily off the shape of the couch and stumbling slightly over to his backpack that perched against the sturdiness of the opposing sofa.


    Wondering if Dean had hurt himself, the youngest Novak was tempted to call his friend up once again to see if his suspicions were correct, but didn't want to upset the Winchester for whatever reason it would be to anger or sadden him. Sometimes, Castiel very rarely understood the guy. One moment, he could be laughing endlessly, a loving and careful look in his emerald centres and the next a solemn statue who felt like fun seemed to be a crime.
    Biting down at his bottom lip, Castiel couldn't say he did the same. The concept of 'fun' hardly occurred or lingered in the importance of his mind. Good-grades, a content Dean, and a behaved morale seemed to be the only things that swelled the complexity of the young mans mind. 'Fun' wasn't saved in his eyes.


    Dismissing these useless ordeals, the black-haired adolescent quickly gathered up his things and lugged on his shoes to stand patiently at the door. Gabriel from the other room called, but the boy was too caught up in his own mind to even hear what his elder kin's request was.

    Dean leaned back against the counter, waiting for Castiel to say something. He put one hand in his pocket and sat in the drawn out silence between him and Castiel. Castiel and Dean often had long silences in the middle of conversations, but they were almost never awkward for Dean. For Dean the long silences were just part of how Castiel was.
    When Dean heard Castiel say he was hanging up, he felt a tad bit dissapointed in the fact that Castiel was already hanging up. Dean enjoyed talking to Castiel more then he enjoyed talking to anyone else. He sighed softly, running a hair through his hair before replying.
    "Yeah, bye Cas." Dean said, keeping his voice level and keeping the tiredness out of his voice. Dean sat there for a moment in yet another silence, a small smile on his lips as he waited for Castiel to be the first to hang up the phone. Once the line was cut off he put the phone back into his pocket and walked to his bedroom to get his things. Dean grabbed his book bag and wallet before heading back to the front door. Dean was about to walk outside when Sam spoke to him.
    "Coffee with Cas?" Sam questioned, not waiting for Deans reply "That's technically a date." Dean froze, at those words, a slight blush tinting his skin for what felt like the millionth time that morning. The thought of going on a date with Castiel made a strange feeling pass through Deans chest as he opened the door.
    "Shut up Sammy." He growled before slipping outside. The air outside was a bit chilly, causing a soft shiver to run through Dean as he walked to his car.

    In his now silence form, the black-haired boy stayed endlessly with no amusement or interest whatsoever to the frame of the door, examining its angles as he did every morning - or nearly every morning - when Dean would offer to pick him up. Not particularly the most social of human-beings, Castiel had no trouble on being by himself, seeing as he collaborated well with himself than anyone else. Except for Dean that is. Dean Winchester had always been an exception from the lack of decent people nowadays, but as much as the Novak would try to press his mind onto the comment, he could never quite figure out its meaning or depth.


    Closing those signature, perplexing blue eyes, Castiel Novak closed off his mind from the irrelevant thoughts and glanced over his shoulder as the sleep-tousled red-head of his older sister, Anna come staggering down the stares. The young man thought to say something, though wouldn't try his sister this early in the morning. Everyone knew Anna Novak was never a morning person. Ever. He than anyone else knew that.
    Once, he had merely asked how she slept and had nearly gotten his head 'bitten off' because of it. At the memoire, Castiel questioned the reference or metaphor. She hadn't attempted to literally sink her teeth into his neck and chew it off. What was the purpose of the term, than?


    Enough.. His being dismissed the indirectness, forcing his gaze to stare collectively at the door. For a few moments, he would stand in silence and tune in on what his siblings were conversing about, but as the bitter retort of his sister would snap at Gabriel, Castiel would do his best to bud out. It was disrespectful after all,
    "So according to candy-@ss in there, you're going on a date with Dean Winchester." She stated as-a-matter-of-factly, smugness fitting her perfectly. I narrow my brows very softly in reply, shaking my head and replying a bit hastily,
    "Dean and I share no romantic nor sexual tension towards one another. It is a mutual gesture of kindness." There was no shake or shudder in my monotone vocals, so she backed off with an eye roll and disappeared up the stares.


    Though despite the truth in my voice, I could feel clutches of disappointment fill my being. But I didn't understand why. Shaking my head while combing a hand tentatively through the mess of my dark hair, I peeled the door open and stepped out into the surprising chill of the outdoor autumn-weather, flinching at the discomforting cold but pressed on towards the end of the drive where I awaited, Dean Winchester in silence.