Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 22

            Dean stared down at his angel. He couldn’t help but marvel at him; how did he – a broken, useless, throwaway grunt – get someone as wonderful, as perfect, and as downright amazing as Castiel? It just didn’t make sense to him; he couldn’t even imagine why God or whoever it was that planned these things out would even put the two of them together. He was glad for it – he’d never been happier in his entire life – but he didn’t understand it. I should just stop questioning it all together, he thought, holding Cas tighter.

            As the song came to an end, Dean looked around at the other couples. Sam and Gabriel were lost somewhere deep in the crowd, but they were in the back of his mind. For once, someone came before Sam. He’ll be okay, Dean told himself, pulling out of Cas’s embrace, but taking the angel’s hand. Yeah . . . he’ll be fine. As another song came one – one that was entirely too modern for Dean’s taste – the human led his date toward the exit of the gymnasium. “Wanna get out of here?” he asked Cas over the blaring music.

            Cas grimaced as the others on the dance floor began to jump around in beat to the music. He swerved around them to keep up with Dean. “What?” he called back. “I didn’t hear you!”

            With a sigh, Dean pulled Cas out of the gym then so they can actually hear one another. “I asked if you wanna get outta here,” Dean repeated once they were in the quieter hallway.

            The angel thought about this for a second and glanced back to the dance. “I suppose,” he murmured. “I don’t really like it in there – it’s too loud and . . . their dancing is bizarre.”

            Dean threw his head back in laughter. “Oh, Cas,” he said, wrapping an arm around his date’s shoulder. “You’re still in the process of being introduced to humanity. It gets worse. Believe me.”

            Cas’s eyes narrowed in confusion, but he said no more as they walked toward the door leading out to the parking lot. “Where are we going?” he inquired quietly.

            Shrugging, Dean continued to walk and pulled Cas a little closer. “I figured we could go back out to the car,” he said. “I mean . . . maybe finish what we started earlier? If you want, of course.”

            To his surprise, Cas smiled furtively. Dean had honestly expected the angel turn him down or say that he wasn’t in the mood. With a new spring in his step, Dean led the way back out to the Impala in its very secluded and secure parking place. As they neared the car, Dean removed his arm from Castiel’s shoulder and got in on the driver’s side. Cas got in the passenger’s side and seemed a little awkward – stiff.

            Dean faced him, slipping off the black jacket to his suit. “You okay, Cas?” he asked, tossing the jacket into the backseat.

            The angel nodded in response, but still didn’t look at Dean. “Yes. I am fine.”

            Uh oh. Whenever Cas stopped using contractions in his speech, it either meant that he was nervous, scared, or going into “angel mode” where he wasn’t interested in anything human-related. “Are you sure?” Dean asked, leaning over the center armrest.

            Cas looked at him, his blue eyes wide. “Y- yes.” Dean opened his mouth to say more, but Cas cut him off with a kiss. Bewildered, Dean kissed him back. He quickly gave into the kiss, cupping Cas’s face with one of his hands. The angel shifted closer, his hands locking around Dean’s neck and pulling him closer.

            Dean sighed softly into the kiss. He pulled away and kissed along Cas’s jawline and then down his neck. Cas whimpered and made small sighs of pleasure, his hands tangling in Dean’s hair. The gentle tugs from Cas’s fingers made Dean shiver. His own hands began to roam Cas’s body – exploring his chest, sides, back, etc.