Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 16

            "Dean . . . do you . . . really like me?" Cas asked. He sat in the sprawling backseat of the Impala with Dean. Cas was leaning up against the human, his head resting on Dean's shoulder. They were parked in the midst of a few other cars – mostly couples that had been daring enough to go to the last drive-in movie of the season. Some B-movie was playing on the screen, and Dean had long ago turned down the movie's volume in the Impala and had resorted to watching Cas instead. Cas had tried to pay attention to the movie at first, and he gathered that it had something to do with college kids going to some clichéd "haunted place" in the middle of a deserted forest that just happened to be on top of an Indian burial ground. "What an uncanny coincidence," Cas had said when all of these details were revealed in one poorly scripted line of exposition. Dean had thrown his head back with laughter.

            Dean looked down at him with a very confused expression. He wrapped one arm around Cas's shoulder, smirking. "Of course I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't take you out to a romantic drive-in movie."

            Cas glanced up at the screen just in time to see a woman get sawed in half by a chainsaw. "This is not very romantic, Dean," he pointed out, motioning to the blood and gore that had replaced what had been a decent-looking woman.

            "It's romantic enough for me," Dean murmured. His face was so close to Cas's now. The young angel found it difficult to concentrate. "Cas," dean said suddenly, watching the angel with smoldering emerald eyes. "I . . . I asked you to Homecoming because, yeah, I felt like a dick, but . . . That wasn't the only reason. I've always liked you, Cas. I never really knew why but I liked you. And . . . I am so glad you made me ask you because . . . I don't think that I've ever been happier."

            Cas stared at Dan with wide eyes. He couldn't believe his ears. "Dean . . ." he breathed.

            The human smiled slightly. Cas couldn't get over how pure he was – how brightly he shone. "Yeah, Cas?"

            The angel hesitated for just a moment. "Dean . . . I'd like to . . . kiss you." Cas flinched automatically, bracing himself for the rejection.

            But to his surprise, Dean didn't shy away or frown. His smile just widened. "C'mere, then."

            Cas's heart was pounding as he leaned up to press his lips to Dean's . . .

            "DEAN!"

            They both nearly jumped out of their skin. The next thing Cas knew, the passenger's door of the Impala was pulled open. Dean immediately drew a silver knife and had it pointed at the intruder. However, when Dean saw who had interrupted, he quickly lowered it. "Sammy! What the hell are you—?"

            "Dean, it's dad! He's hurt!"

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            Cas had offered to go to the hospital with the Winchester boys but Dean insisted that it wasn't necessary. So, Cas decided to head home for the evening. He would be watching over them, and if their father was in dire shape, he would assist in healing him.

            When Cas returned to Heaven, he was greeted by a somewhat unexpected surprise. Waiting for him in his quarters was Gabriel. It wasn't unusual that Gabriel would visit, and showing up unannounced was undoubtedly his style, but not at night. Gabriel never visited at night.

            "Brother?" Castiel greeted, the confusion of this meeting unmasked in his voice.

            Gabriel's face was hard, cold. "Cassie, we have a problem."

            Cas cocked his head to the side and motioned for Gabriel to elaborate.

            "Big Brother's been watching us."

            "Which one? I have many, Gabriel," Cas pointed out nervously. His mind began to work furiously, trying to find out what this would mean. He had Dean made no attempts to be discreet as far as their relationship was confirmed – in fact, Dean had made it clear to almost everyone at school that Cas was his, and if you went after him, you would get your ass kicked.

            "Lucifer, mostly, but you already know that," Gabriel said. The memory of Lucifer's "lecture" came back, and Castiel winced. He knew that Lucifer was harsh, but his words had hurt the younger angel. "But now Michael knows."

            Cas gulped. Michael – the oldest, strongest, and fiercest of the angels – was more than just a little intimidating. He was the one that declared that angels were forbidden to have any romantic relations with humans. He outlawed Nephilim – the offspring of humans and angels. He was very strict when it came to abiding by that law. "What . . . are they going to do, Gabriel? What are we going to do?"

            Gabriel pursed his lips together. "I . . . I don't know, Cassie . . . If they get Raphael to join on their side . . . Look, if things head south – really south, we have to go to Sam and Dean immediately. Because they are going to be the ones they go after. We have to be ready to protect them."

            "So . . . you and Sam actually . . . are . . . ?" Cas asked. He knew that Gabriel loved the younger Winchester – that was no secret – but he didn't know that he and Sam were . . .

            Gabriel's eyes narrowed, but he nodded. "Yeah, so?" There was a hint of challenge in his voice.

            Cas just stared at him. "Gabriel . . . you do know that if Dean finds out about you and Sam, Lucifer and Michael are going to look like harmless puppies."

            "Yes, Cas," Gabriel muttered. "I'm aware."

            "So," Cas murmured after a few healthy moments of awkward silence. "What do we do now?"

            Gabriel thought about this for a moment. "I think our best bet would be to go pay our favorite humans a visit."

            "Dean told me—"

            "I think that they need a little R n' R right now, don't you? Besides, we can heal their father while we're there, and they'll love us forever!" Gabriel joked. His voice was cheerful, but his eyes were clouded with worry.

            Cas took a deep breath and nodded. He'd trust Gabriel with anything. "Okay . . . let's go."