Accidents Happen (National Coming Out Day)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester/Castiel

Warnings: none

Words: 1.2k

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Because it was National Coming Out Day (and I failed to write a story within 24 hours oops) and I hadn't written anything in a while. It may suck a lot sorry I haven’t written anything in a Long Time

It wasn’t supposed to happen, not today at least. And yet, it happened.

Today, Cas would hear the results of the finals he had taken, and today was the day he would hear if he actually finished school and Dean had been anxious about it since before it even began.

“Cas, I should go, you need to study.”

“You’re ridiculous” Cas answered, laughing. “Finals aren’t here for another few weeks, Dean.” Yet, he knew what Dean meant. He should study, and hard. These finals he would take in a few weeks weren’t just regular finals. It were finals that would decide whether Castiel could actually finish college or not. And god, did he want to. He was so absolutely done with school, so many years of classrooms and homework, more homework, tests, finals, more finals, and finally the final finals.

“I just want you to finish so badly,” Dean sighed. “I’m gonna miss you though, can’t wait till I can leave too.” Dean had to stay one more year, not because he was specifically younger (which he also was), but simply because he didn’t care enough in the first year and had to redo it. These were the moments where he regretted it with every piece of regret he had in his body.

It was silent for a while.

“You know I’m gonna visit you, right? No way in hell I’m leaving you in this hellhole without having me here to cheer you up every now and then.” It was a joke, but they both knew it would be hard.

Right now, they were roommates, and as it happened, also boyfriends. No one knew about it though, and sometimes it was very hard to keep it a secret, especially when all the other couples started going all lovey-dovey at each other and the only thing Dean and Cas could do was share a look. To all the others, they were just regular best friends.

Like the ultimate love-story, there had been a spark all along their friendship but neither of them knew what it meant. Until, one night when Dean had come back from a party, drunk, and woke up Cas because he tried to make the hot chocolate he knew Cas loved.

“Dean, what in the hell are you doing, making such noise in the kitchen at 3am?” Cas had asked, eyeing Dean, looking all fluffy and huggable in his pajamas and hair sticking out on his head.

“I’m making you hot chocolate because I know you love it and I thinkIloveyou,” Dean mumbled, not even realizing what he was saying.