Moving On (Destiel)

33: Dean Winchester is trouble

Balthazar took him home. From over the parking lot Cas watched Dean watch him entering the car of his friend, and he felt guilt swell up inside of him. Only to push it down.

He was very allowed to drive with Balthazar. He had been doing it in the beginning of the school year, and the whole year before that. Balthazar was his friend, and it was high time to refresh their friendship. He hadn't heard anything from him since that time in the CAER-Group-Chat when he had accidently woken him up.

"So, what have you been up to lately?" Balthazar asked Cas who had gotten himself shotgun. There was one other of Balthazar's homies in the backseat, but when Cas had pointed his concerning sleeping position out Balthazar had only laughed and said that he was just drunk.

The seniors had had pranked each other by spiking their drinks in the cafeteria, having somehow managed to get the alcohol in.

Cas shrugged. He didn't want to mention Dean while to the same time the only true answer was Dean. But Balthazar didn't seem to like him.

"Nothing special. School's been hell."

"Mhm. Surely Winchester has made it heaven for you, though." Balthazar kept looking at the road and Cas thought for an instant it was because Balthazar was mad at him, but then it dawned to him that normal people did in fact care about how they drove. 

It was only Dean who didn't give the road any attention.

"Would you stop saying his name with so much hate in it?", Cas begged. He had tried to avoid the subject and failed within a total of few minutes. Now he had to deal with it, and better get it over with sooner than later. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing to me," Balthazar said casually, "it's you I'm worried about."

"Me?", Cas repeated, confused.

"Yeah, you, mate. You might not see it, but the way you've been with him the last 'couple months, constantly, that's concerning. Anyone could see it, you were completely fazed by him, had nothing else in your head. And now you're suddenly not talking? 'Can't tell me there's nothing more."

"Is it that what you want me to tell you? That we had an argument? Because you're only about gossip, just like the rest? Well, I'm gonna give it to you: Yes, Dean and I had an argument. Okay, maybe it was something different. Maybe he did something, and I was mad," Cas said, his voice staying low despite the anger in it rising. 

He was sick of everyone asking him about Dean. It was none of their business, only his', and Dean's. 

"And now it's how it is, and we are still distant. For a while. Maybe less. Maybe more. I can't tell you yet, but it is how it is. Friends fight, lovers fight, and the world moves on. They "reunite" eventually, and sometimes they don't, and there's nothing to change either. I don't know why everyone keeps bringing it up, as if it was something different with Dean and me." 

He crossed his arms, having said what he wanted to say.

When Balthazar didn't reply, Cas reluctantly turned around, looking into a face with creasing lines of worry on the forehead. "I'm not turning your argument with Dean into more than it is; it's already huge, I can see that." 

He focused on the road again. "Just sayin' you were all caught up on him, and it doesn't do you no good."

Cas opened his mouth in protest, but Balthazar cut him off. "Oh, don't try lying to me, I know you too well. And even if I didn't, it's not so hard to notice."

Cas went quiet. He didn't want to think about that. If it was so obvious, didn't Dean know, too?

"He doesn't know, Cassie," Balthazar's soft voice reached him. "He's oblivious to it, no surprise actually, considering his IQ."