Wayward - [A Destiel AU]

Chapter 2

Here's chapter 2, if you wanted it.

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-C .x

The lava lamp on the bedside table was giving Dean a headache. That and probably the mix of alcohol he had consumed that night, after celebrating with his teammates after the win, was not helping to cease the pound in his head. But he wondered if maybe the question he was thinking of was adding to that same problem – why was he so upset when Cas had declined their winning offer? He was clearly more put out than the rest of the team, though he did a good job of hiding it from Cas. It wasn’t like he really liked football – his dad had almost forcefully nudged him into playing, so it wasn’t like Dean was proud that they had won. He was just kinda happy that the team’s hard work had paid off, and that he had an excuse to hang out with his buddies and drink a lot of alcohol. He wanted Cas to be there too, though. Why wouldn’t he go?

Dean was battling back and forth between a few possible answers – why he was so put out that his best friend hadn’t come with them. Either a) he didn’t like the rest of the team as much as he thought he did, or b) he liked Cas more than he thought he did.

There was no way the second option was true. Then again, there was no way the first option was true. Thanks to football, Dean had gained some amazing new friends. High school wasn’t so bad with them by his side all the time, and he genuinely enjoyed hanging out with them. But then again Cas had been his best friend since year three of primary school, and they were always together, no matter what. It did sting a little; that Cas had chosen a girl over them, but maybe if Dean were in Cas’s shoes he would have done the same thing. He did make plans before the game, so it was only fair.

The raging questions in Dean’s head made it pound. Grumbling, he turned away from the purple monstrosity on his bedside table and squeezed his eyes shut, praying for sleep.

**

Bzz, bzz, bzz.

 

Cas groaned, stretching his weary arms over his head. Blinking his weary blue eyes, he opened them to find Meg was no longer nestled in his arms – in fact, she was nowhere to be seen. He flicked his phone a few times to make it stop buzzing – and miraculously, it did. He meant to get up, really he did, but he rested his eyes for a just a few seconds too long and drifted off back to sleep.

Paranoia suddenly flicked at his face, waking him again. That wasn’t even his alarm. It was Saturday. He didn’t need to wake up early, and neither did Meg – so where was she? And it wasn’t his alarm, it was a text message.

Cas blinked at the red digital clock to his left. It read 9:43am. Scooping up his phone, he unlocked it and checked the message. It was from Meg.