"consequences & new beginnings"

Chapter 6.consequences & new beginnings

Dean tapped his pencil against the edge of his desk, and sighed loudly at the ceiling. He was bored. English class was boring.

He could feel someone's eyes on him, and when he turned to look he saw Cas, eyes darting away and back to the open sketch pad on his desk. Dean rolled his eyes and turned back around. In the last couple weeks they Dean had fallen into a comfortable pattern of pretending Cas wasn't around. Ignoring him in English class. Ignoring how close their lockers were. Ignoring him in study hall. Ignoring the abstract painting in the art hallway that definitely resembled Lilith Novak. The thing he couldn't ignore was the staring. He tried, he tried to pretend it wasn't weird or creepy or excessive or really happening at all, but it was.

He faced the board and tried to listen to Mr Fitzgerald talk about whatever the hell they were currently studying, Shakespearean sonnets or something. He didn't really care. There was a poem structure written on the whiteboard and he doodled it in the margins of his notebook, next to a lopsided TARDIS and a really big AC/DC.

He felt Cas' eyes on him again, but he ignored it until the bell rang, quickly jamming his notebook into his bag and rushing out of class.

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By the time lunch rolled around Dean was starving. He ran through the lunch line as fast and he could and hurried to his usual table, overloaded tray in hand. Charlie's eyes widened in surprised as his tray clattered down full onto the table.

"You're going to eat all that?" She balked at the overflowing tray of food and foodstuffs.

"I'm fuckin' starving, man." Dean mumbled, shoving half a slice of pizza into his mouth and unwrapping his twinkies.

Jo sat down next to him, scrunching her nose up at his lunch pile. "When you come up for air I've got a favor to ask you."

Dean gave a thumbs up and continued nearly inhaling his pizza slice.

Jo and Charlie laughed and turned back to their own food, picking through whatever disturbing lunch meal they had picked out. If you actually stopped to taste the cafeteria food it was all really sort of bland and grey and unappealing. Jo sighed and gave up after a few soggy tasteless fries, pushing her tray away and looking around the room.

"Does that Cas kid keep staring at you?" She asked, gesturing at him with a thumb and taking a bag of chips from Dean's tray.

"Mno he duffnt." Dean replied through a mouthful of Twinkie and Gatorade.

"Yeah pretty sure he's doing it right now."

"Who's doing what?" Ash asked, taking a seat across from Dean.

"Cas is staring at Dean."

"Mno he iffnt!" Dean nearly shouted again, half spraying food across the table, and nearly knocking his own glasses off.

"Well, yeah. You girls just gettin' to notice this?" Ash replied while Dean tried to get his food situation under control.

"Seriously, what's the deal with you guys..?" Jo asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Nothing. He's a douche. Who cares. I thought you wanted me to do something for you?"

"Oh, right!" Jo said, bouncing in her seat. "The winter art show is like, right at the end of winter break, and I need you to be my wingman."

"Is that about that artist chick, Meg?" Charlie asked, poking Jo in the side.

"Maayyybe."

"Wait, who the fuck is Meg?"

"You know, " Charlie started, taking a package of ho-hos from Dean's hulking tray, "she used to be totally normal or whatever and then over last summer she cut all her hair off and bleached it and came back doing crazy art. I heard she already has a scholarship because of it. She hangs out with the Rubys. And that Crowley kid."