Moving On (Destiel)

11: Dungeons and dragons girl

Blue eyes. This brilliant, crystal-clear blue eyes. 

Dean couldn't stop himself from losing himself in the, sinking in that deep sea of moving emotions, surrounded by this beautiful blue.

And he knew these eyes could only belong to one boy.

Cas stared right back at him. He looked shocked, but not because their eyes met. He had been shocked before. But by what? Dean wanted to know. Whatever had upset Cas, he would smash it to the ground. 

"Winchester. Are we clear on that?", Alistair snarled, and Dean's gaze immediately jerked back.

 "We're finished here," he decided after looking at both Alistair and Zachariah for a few seconds. It made him intimidate. 

Zach and Alistair shared a look, shot Dean one last glare, and turned around to leave. Dean watched them do so, wanting to make sure they wouldn't bother anyone on their way inside.

Then he turned around.

Cas was still looking at him, frozen in place. For a moment, they just lost themselves in each other's eyes, both subconsciously wishing they could be closer, but being aware that through their eye contact, they were connected in a way that couldn't be stronger.

Eventually, Dean smiled and rose his hand to wave. Unlike Dean expected, Cas flinched, grabbed his backpack harder and turned around without a word, rushing to school and soon disappearing through the door. Without a glance back.

Dean stood perplexed in this dark corner that was perfect to hide any secret negotiations. Where they couldn't be seen that easily, which was the reason they chose this location, after all. 

In school "suspicious meetings" like this weren't that rare, and the time fit excellently, so why not here, of all places? Nobody would pay attention to them; this place was as inconspicuous as a thread in a ball of wool.

Which also meant, if somebody saw them, it looked hella suspicious.

Because the lack of concerning things made people suspect concerning things, it was always like this.

Because, just now the thought stroke him, what if nobody but himself had shocked Cas like that?

*

Cas was in class already. Thursday morning. Dean really was lucky to have Cas in two of his five classes today. So much time. Unless... maybe Cas didn't want to talk to Dean. He hadn't looked like it. 

Maybe he hadn't even liked the afternoon they spent together yesterday. Dean had had fun, but he couldn't be sure about Cas. 

Maybe the boy had just put on an act, forcing smiles and faking laughs. If Dean could do it, why not other people too?

Maybe Cas didn't like him at all.

And all his efforts would be for nothing.

Cas sat in the front row. Like always. Next to him was an empty seat. Dean didn't know if anybody actually sat there or not, not that he cared. Fact was, it would be filled soon enough.

Did it sound loud and clumsy when he let himself fall in the chair only in his ears?

"Hey, Cas." He tried to sound casual.

"Hello, Dean," Cas mumbled. "This is not your seat."

"I know." Dean grinned. Always keeping up the poker face.

Cas narrowed his eyes. "Then why do you sit here?"

"Because I want to sit next to you."

Cas tilted his head, wondering if Dean was serious. He waited and when nothing came from Dean to call his own bluff, he must have decided Dean wasn't lying. So, he shrugged, and returned to his tasks. For a while they didn't talk, until Dean managed to catch a glimpse of what Cas was writing.