Dean woke up at eleven o'clock on Sunday morning. The teen finagled his way out of attending Sunday service by faking a migraine. John insisted his first born remain in bed, since he didn't want Dean to miss his first day of senior year. Dean hated how heartbroken Castiel looked yesterday. His big baby blues conveyed so much sadness. They reminded Dean of a sad Pound Puppy.
He punched the pillow. Thanks to John, his plans had deteriorated like a sandcastle. The man remained in possession of his cell phone. Dean needed to get his hands on it, in order to contact Castiel, and tell him the truth. The reason Dean ignored him yesterday was because John, the homophobic and sanctimonious prick had been there. The man had been eyeing him like a hawk.
Dean rubbed grit from the corners of his eyes. He caught his lower lip in between his teeth. Dean stared at the ceiling, as he thought what to do. "You're not solving anything by remaining in bed."
Fifteen minutes later, Dean crept out of the house with a granola bar in his jeans pocket. He definitely would suffocate if he remained inside the home. He borrowed Sam's bike. Dean rode with no destination in mind. Tears formed in his forest green eyes, when he passed the Dairy Queen. His orbs lingered on the vacant parking lot.
Something akin to a magnet pulled him towards the quarry. Being in his and Cas' place would bring heart ache to Dean, but something was telling him to go there. Dean pedaled faster.
Castiel pressed his back against a tree. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply the smoke emitted from the joint he smoked. Cas turned up the volume of his iPod. Fer recommended a bunch of classic David Bowie songs to him. Castiel listened to "Golden Years" which was his favorite. He held the joint with two fingers. Cas stretched his legs in front of him and mouthed the words to the song. He started feeling mellow.
A kick to his left ankle made Castiel jump. He opened his electric blue orbs and arched his head backwards. A tall silhouette stood in front of him. Cas scowled and closed his eyes again. "Fuck off!"
Dean plopped his ass next to Castiel. The brunet opted to ignore him. "Cas!" The boy started singing out loud. Dean yanked the ear plugs away from Castiel, and removed the joint from Cas' lean fingers. Dean tossed it on the ground and stomped on it with his boot's heel.
"What the hell do you want, Dean?! You came to further humiliate me in person?!"
"I'm sorry about yesterday. John was there and I had to keep my plan in motion." Dean inched closer to Cas. God he was dying to touch the other boy.
Castiel rapidly stood up. "Why don't you apologize for breaking up with me via text? I never knew you were such a big pussy to do something like that."
Dean got up on his feet. "What are you talking about? I didn't send you any texts."
Cas' nostrils flared. Dean had never seen him so furious. Castiel retrieved his cell from his hoodie's pocket. He searched for something on it. Once he found what he was looking for, he smashed the phone against Dean's chest. Dean gazed at the screen and froze.
"I swear on my mother's grave, Cas. I didn't send you this. Please you have to believe me. I would never do that to you."
"Then who did? Who could have access to your phone besides you?" Castiel asked Dean.
"Son of a bitch...it was John." Dean rubbed the back of his neck.
"Your dad?" Castiel furrowed his brows.
