Open up to Me

Castiel is afraid to leave the house. His therapist and brother help him to make friends, resulting in meeting Dean, a shy mute, who might just be the only one capable of getting him to come out of his shell. | a Destiel fanfic with some Sabriel on the side | 39694 words |


26. Chapter 25

Open up to Me

Chapter 25


It'd been a week since the beach and Castiel had talked about it on more than one occasion each day since. Currently, the couple were in the kitchen preparing dinner together. Castiel was once again telling the story of how Gabriel buried Sam in the sand when the man had fallen asleep. It was starting to get on Dean's nerves.

"Baby, I'm so happy t-that you f-f-faced your fears... a-a-and went to the beach but if you t-talk about it one more time I s-s-wear I'm gonna blow a fuse," Dean said, his voice strained as he tried to keep calm and collective.

Castiel blinked in surprise, setting down the knife from where he'd been chopping potatoes. He'd thought this had been a nice bonding experience, having Dean home early from the garage to assist him with cooking. He hadn't realized he'd just been annoying Dean the entire time.

"I-I'm sorry," he said quietly, bowing his head in shame as startled tears began to well up. He felt so stupid. Of course he'd been annoying Dean. He'd been talking about the beach ever since they returned home. It'd been a big deal but he should have known better than to talk about it at every given opportunity. "I-I-I'll stop," he sniffed as a few tears rolled down his cheeks, splashing against the chopping board, staining the wood a darker colour.

Sometimes Dean hated Castiel. Sometimes he just wished he'd be normal. That he could snap without feeling instantly bad. That he could blow off some steam without making Castiel break down every time. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in frustration.

"Cas," he said softly, squeezing the other's forearm as he gave Castiel a side hug. "Baby, I'm sorry. I-I-I didn't mean it like that," he lied. Of course he meant it like that. He wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true but sometimes with Castiel you just had to tread lightly for the message to sink in.

"I just m-mean you've... gotta talk about other stuff too, you know. Mix up... Mix up the conversation a little otherwise i-i-it's like watching the same episode of Days Of Our Lives over and over," he explained, his thumb rubbing in light circles over Castiel's arm.

Castiel nodded, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I... I understand," he whispered, sniffling a little still. "I-I'm sorry. I'm just really p-proud of myself."

Dean kissed Castiel's cheek, letting his lip linger there for a moment. "I'm proud of you too, Cas," he murmured sincerely. "D-Don't ever forget that."

There was a weird tension between them after that. They continued to cook dinner together but barely any conversation was made. Dinner was quiet and by the time the dishes were washed and put away both were too tired to try and make things right.

Dean tried, he suggested taking a bath together, Castiel declined. Castiel didn't feel like now was an appropriate time for Dean to see him naked. He felt too exposed already. He didn't want to drop all of his defences. He was afraid that would annoy Dean further.

Dean then suggested they go to bed. Castiel didn't even answer. Just nodded and headed up the stairs and into the bedroom. Dean held back for a moment, staying downstairs and letting out a deep exhale before going up to their bedroom. He didn't want to be mad at Castiel but sometimes things just got too much. There was only so much Dean could do before the strain of their relationship got to him.

Once in the bedroom, Dean watched as Castiel stripped down to his boxers and sat on the edge of the bed, peeling off his socks. Dean took this window to kneel on the floor in front of Castiel and help him, slowly taking Castiel's socks off, rubbing at his feet as he tossed the item of clothing to the side.

Initially, Castiel was surprised but soon sighed with contentment. His eyes drooping shut as he let Dean massage his feet. He'd felt sick earlier, after Dean told him to stop talking. Thoughts started running through his head. That he wasn't good enough for Dean. That Dean found him boring and he just didn't know how to make things right. "I'm sorry," he whispered, opening one eye to look down at Dean.

"Don't be," Dean responded, pressing a chaste kiss to Castiel's knee before letting go of the man's foot. "I-I-I wa-was being silly," he added, just wanting Castiel to feel better. He hated this weird tension between them. It just didn't sit right. "I-I didn't mean t-to snap."

Dean felt a hand run into his hair, massaging his scalp gently. "Come to bed," Castiel whispered with a shy smile. One that Dean would look at and all his problems would melt away instantly. He nodded, getting to his feet and moved quickly, shrugging out of his clothes until he was left in just his boxers as well. He crawled up onto the bed and kissed Castiel's shoulder before slumping down against his side of the bed, looking over at Castiel lovingly.

Castiel smiled, moving to lie on his side next to Dean. His hand stroking down Dean's arm, giving the other goosebumps. "I... I've been... thinking," Castiel began softly, feeling Dean draw nearer as an arm went around his waist. "I might take Gabriel up on his offer."

Dean frowned, giving Castiel an uncertain look. "What offer?" he asked softly, giving Castiel his undivided attention, wanting him to know that he still loved him and he wanted to be supportive of him. He knew what Castiel was like. He knew that after tonight he probably thought Dean hated him.

"T-The restaurant," Castiel said sheepishly, biting his lower lip. "H-He wanted a cook." Castiel knew it was ambitious but bit by bit things had been getting better. Dean had spoken to Sam. Castiel had built a routine for himself that consisted of going outside regularly. Things that neither could have done for years but had managed to do a year after knowing one another.

"T-That's amazing," Dean breathed, leaning forward to kiss Castiel happily. Castiel was doing well. He'd progressed so much as a person since Dean had first met him. It might take another year but Dean honestly believed this was something Castiel could do. "I-I believe in you."

That's all Casitel needed to hear. Just knowing Dean would be there for him was enough of an incentive for Castiel to feel like this wasn't a stupid idea. "I love you," he whispered, kissing Dean back with a little proud grin on his face.

"I love you too, baby," Dean said, mirroring Castiel's happy expression. "We'll t-talk more in the morning, okay?" Castiel nodded, feeling happier than he had previously that night making Dean smile as he fell into a blissful sleep, holding his boyfriend securely in his arms.

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