Heaven and Hell {destiel fanficton}

Forgotten

Castiel's P.O.V.

Dean and Cas sat there for a while, forgetting that their next class would be starting in just a few minutes.

Dean was so warm. He almost fell asleep in Dean's arms, not realizing that they were still on the cold bathroom floor that was probably drenched in things he didn't even want to think about.

When the bell rang, they parted and sat there a moment, staring at each other before standing up and brushing off the dirt from the floor. Castiel grabbed his trench coat and pulled it around him tightly, embarrassed from what had just happened.

'Did Dean really just hold me? Care for me when no one else would?' Those were the only thoughts floating around rapidly in Cas's mind as they both walked out of the bathroom.

Castiel couldn't take his eyes off of the floor, terrified that if he looked up, Dean would no longer be there. But to Cas's surprise, he was still there when he did.

Dean looked up at Castiel and smiled at him, and Castiel figured that it was just his mind playing tricks on him as Dean began to get closer.

But the moment didn't last.

"Hey! Dean!"

Dean's P.O.V.

He backed away from Castiel when he heard a familiar voice from the end of the hallway.

Dean sighed and looked up at Crowley as he walked towards him with a cocky smile spreading across his face.

"What do you want, Crowley?" He said, rolling his eyes.

"I just want to know why you're hanging out with the fag," Crowley said, looking at the now humiliated Castiel, and then back at Dean.

"He's not a fag," Dean said, sizing up to Crowley, and stepping close enough to show that he wasn't afraid of him.

Crowley just smiled.

"Why are you standing up for him? Are you a fag too?"

Dean's hands became fists, and he clenched his teeth.

"No," Dean said, looking at the floor, scared to look at Cas in fear of what he might find.

"Prove it," Crowley said. Dean knew what he meant, but he wished he didn't.

"Crowley," Dean began, but was interrupted again.

"I said, prove it. Now." Crowley stepped back slightly, making sure to give enough room for Dean and Castiel.

Dean lifted his head up just slightly, walking in front of Cas.

"I'm so sorry," He whispered.

Castiel's P.O.V.

He stared at the floor, feeling a tear stream down his cheek, just before he used the sleeve of his trench coat to wipe it away.

He let Dean's words repeat over and over in his head before feeling the impact of a fist on his jaw, and then the cold tile as he fell to the ground.

Castiel heard the sound of boots echoing against the brick walls of the school, soon becoming quieter and quieter.

"You didn't really think he'd choose you over me, did you?" Crowley chuckled at the crumpled up Castiel lying on the floor.

Everything went dark.

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A/O

hey guys!

I'm really sorry I haven't been updating, school's been tough and then I had a school trip to Washington D.C. and couldn't bring any electronics.

sorry if this wasn't very good, but I'm still getting used to the whole writing thing.

thank you to those who read my works!

talk to ya'll later