Stardust & Wonder

Chapter 15

A/N

This chapter will make you happy no matter what is happening in your life right now. Please, read on. Also, I changed the title because I realized that the old one didn't really fit, so this used to be Help! I've Fallen (For You) And I Can't Get Up!

----------Nobody's POV----------

As Castiel walked outside, Dean shined the flashlight at him, so they would have a light this time, Dean noticed something, and almost died right there.

"hE hAs ThE v-LiNeS oH mY gOd. OH MY GOD. DEAN COMPOSE YOURSELF. ITS JUST CAS. BUT HE HAS v-LiNeS?!?!? Oh MyG Od. I DIDNT KNOW HE WAS FIT, HE SEEMS KINDA SCRAWNY, BUT VEEEEEE-LIIIINNNNSSSSS. I DID NOT EXPECT HIM TO HAVE MUSCLES OH MY GOD. DHEFJWKJDOHINK." thought Dean.

Castiel waved a hand in front of Dean's face snapping him out of his trance.

"Hello...? Dean...."

"Uh, sorry." Dean's face was bright red, and, although he thought it was hidden, Castiel could tell. He knew that Dean hadn't been off in another world, but had been staring at Castiel. More importantly, the little space between the bottom of Castiel's shirt and the top of his sweatpants.

"This, this is the game changer." Castiel thought. "Dean obviously wasn't staring because he was dumbfounded that I was fit. RIP to Dean's heterosexuality, hello destiel."

Both deep in thought, they made their way to the park.

When they arrived, they sat on the swings again, Castiel pushed off slightly, swinging a few inches into the air.

(Normal is Castiel, bold is Dean, you know the drill.)

"Who did we leave off on?"

"Ummmm... Don't remember."

"Okay. Well you organized this, so I vote Dean first." Castiel pushed off the ground again, this time going up about a foot.

"Fine." Now that the moment was here, Dean didn't want to do it. He felt that it would be an invasion of privacy, but he needed to do it. It was his name, after all, that had been carved mercilessly into this beautiful boy's wrists. "Okay, listen, you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but... um... why did you hurt yourself... like that." Dean gestured to Castiel's wrists, which weren't covered. As he continued, Dean got progressively quieter, until his voice was barely a whisper, but Castiel heard.

"Um," his voice quavered "I-"

"You don't have to tell me. Please don't feel like you need to tell me."

"No, no it's okay. You deserve to know. Um, in freshman year when, y'know, that happened, I was really sad and *sniff* I didn't really understand how-how someone c-could do that a-and *sniff* I-I just-" at this point, Castiel could barely get out a coherent phrase, and he was crying fairly hard. Dean gathered Castiel into his arms, and held him.

"Hey hey hey, it's okay, shh, it's okay. I'm here. I'm here now." Dean tried to comfort Castiel, but he wasn't exactly sure if it was working. Castiel buried his face in Dean's chest, and that's how they stayed until the early light of morning, with Dean whispering strings of "I'm sorry"s

----------Castiel's POV----------

Castiel felt weak. He was so used to putting up barriers, blocking people out. He couldn't control himself around Dean, and that was not a good thing. He let his guard down, and now he's sniveling into the chest of the boy of his dreams.