Dean Winchester's Body

Ch.4: Just a Totally Normal Average School Day

Kettle High 

      The next morning Castiel taps his pencil on his desk, eyes distant as he listens to the 'tick tick tick tick' of the classroom clocks second hand. He is absolutely exhausted, he hadn't slept the night before. It's currently five minutes after first period started, he sits silently at his desk. His English textbook sits opened to the page it says in the board for their lesson. He's still visibly shaken from his scuffle with Dean the night before. His hair is a mess, he hadn't bothered to brush it while he got ready for school this morning. He'd just rolled out of bed after a night of staring at the ceiling, and threw on a green long sleeved shirt that he'd grabbed from the top of his dirty laundry pile.

      The atmosphere is quiet. In this classroom the teacher has all the desks in pods rather than rows. It makes group projects easier, and they can grade each others activities easier this way. Class hasn't actually started yet because the teacher hasn't arrived. Somber and students sit in their groups and whisper about the fire, some occasionally glancing over at Cas. He ignored them, barely acknowledged they were there as he just numbly stared.

    "I heard Castiel and Dean were there. Apparently they had to fight their way out with a machete" a girl to Castiel's left whispers to her friend. She has curly black hair, and though she's been in a few of his classes since freshman year, Cas has no idea what her name is. Castiel continues to stare down hollowly, trying not to think about the gore he vividly remembered from the night before. It all still felt like a dream sequence, like something out of a cheesy horror movie.

    "Look, he's not even moving" the other girl whispers back, sounding somehow both concerned and judgmental at the same tame.

     "It's called PTSD Mandy" the first girl scolds scowling, she sounds slightly agitated at her friend for being such a jackass. Suddenly a figure steps in front of Castiel, snapping his attention away from the two. He looks up into two familiar jade green eyes. It's Dean, looking absolutely gorgeous and remarkably unscathed. His blonde hair is fluffy and ruffled, his skin tone is warm. He's practically glowing. He smiled at Castiel easily as if nothing happened the night before.

     "Happy Friday D-bag" Dean grins goofily like he does any other week .Cas is stunned, he has no idea what to say to the blonde, or how to feel.

     "You... you're alright" Castiel manages, wide eyed. He has so many mixed emotions flash across at once it's almost dizzying.

     "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Dean gives Castiel a confused look that seems genuine. Castiel starts to thought spiral, maybe he was drugged or something last night.

    "Last night, at my house?" He says "you were hurt, Dean. You had two black eyes and there was blood everywhere and..." his anxiety builds, his heart raced just thinking about it.

    "Cassie, you're delusional." Dean waves off his concern. "I got a little banged up when you made me go out that window, but I'm fine" he smiled warmly. Castiel fixed him with a disbelieving look.

     "We had to go out the window, Dean. The place was engulfed in flames!" Cas is exasperated.

     "You do tend to overreact" Dean sighs. "Remember when we were at boy scout camp and you thought there was an earthquake and it turned out to just be two guys with a ghetto blaster?" He snorts at the memory of an easier time.

     "A lot of people died  Dean!" He huffs, patience short. He was getting annoyed with how flippant Dean was acting, implying Castiel was crazy when he knew what he saw. "They burned to death, or they choked. Or they just got trampled." He continued, trying to get a genuine reaction from Dean "More than half of the people there didn't make it out. It's like all over the news. Kids are dead. Parents are dead" he says, tone thick with emotion.