Anon: Dean trying to be sexy and Cas not understanding
AN: I doubt this is what you wanted, but this is what I did. I’m sorry.
This is it, Dean Winchester thought when he walked into the school. I’m gonna do this today.
He walked up to his best friend’s locker and leaned against it. Castiel showed up a few minutes later.
“Good morning, Dean.”
“Hey, Cas.”
“You’re here early. Do you need something?”
“Yeah, I do actually.” Cas looked up, expectantly. “My lips hurt, can you help make them feel better?”
He winced at the cheesy line but Cas surprised him by smiling.
“Of course, Dean.” Dean was about to lean in when Cas looked down to rummage through his bag. He took out a tube of chapstick and handed it to him. “You can have it. I have plenty. Not that they help me. See you in third.”
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“Is there a science room nearby, or am I just sensing the chemistry between us?”
“We’re in the science hall, Dean.” Cas said seriously. “And I have to get to physics.”
Dean watched him go, mouth hanging open. No way was Cas that dense.
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“Was your dad a baker? Because you’ve got a nice set of buns.”
“Dean, you know that my father is writer. That didn’t even make sense.”
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Dean and Cas were sitting in the Winchester’s basement watching movies when Cas looked at Dean, worriedly.
“Are you alright, Dean? You seem…distracted.” Dean sighed and descided to try one more time.
“I’ve been wondering, do your lips taste as good as they look?” Castiel looked away.
“You need to stop saying things like that, Dean,” He whispered.
“Why?”
“Because I won’t be one of them. I can’t be one of your one night stands.”
“You’re not,” Dean slid across the couch and leaned into Cas’s personal space. “You drive me crazy, Cas. I want to be with you all the time. I’ve never felt like this.”
"Dean," Cas murmured, pulling him closer. They kissed for the first time and it tasted like popcorn and soda and Dean had never had a better kiss in his life.
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When Dean and Castiel sent out their save the dates, they decided to do something different.
They stood in front of a black board with random math equations and the number 3.14159265. The final picture had the words:
Our love will be like pi, irrational and never ending. 9-18-14.
When John asked out it, Dean only smiled.
"We started with cheesy pick up lines. May as well keep it going."