The End of All Things

Chapter Two: Questions, Answers, and Boxing Lessons

Dean was lying on the hood of his car when Sam found him, one arm thrown across his forehead and the other resting on his stomach.

"So, Castiel is pretty nice," Sam said and sat next to his brother on the Impala, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Dean opened one eyes to stare at his brother suspiciously.

"Yeah...he's alright...," he agreed hesitantly, closing his eye again.

"He's very interested in you." Dean opened his eyes again and propped himself up on his elbows, frowning over at his brother.

"Yeah and what does that mean?"

"He just asked a ton of questions about you."

"Like what?" Sam inhaled deeply and puffed his cheeks out before letting the air back out slowly.

"Well, he wanted to know how long you'd played lacrosse, your position, what that position entails, if you're any good, what your jersey number is, and then the other's pitched in and told him of your reputation as a perpetual flirt and tendencies towards fights as well as a little bit of bullying. He seemed disappointed, but not surprised." Dean frowned and looked away from his brother. For some reason, he didn't like Cas knowing what he was like.

"So that's it?" Dean asked and Sam shrugged.

"He asked if your eyes were natural." Dean jerked his head around to frown at his brother with a shocked and confused gaze.

"What? He thought I wear contacts?"

"Your eyes are really green, Dean," Sam said in defense of Cas. Dean considered this and then shrugged.

"So that's all then?"

"Well...he asked if you were seeing anybody. So, Laura told him you were single, but not a virgin and that you flirt with anything that has boobs." Dean snorted, but didn't argue, because it wasn't exactly wrong.

"What did he have to say to that?" Dean said, amusement lacing his voice.

"He...well...I dunno, he just got really quiet after that." Dean nodded and then slid off the car, stretching his hands above his head and making a groaning-whining noise.

"Alright, well, let's get home. I'm starving," he said and circled around to his side of the car. Sam chuckled and walked around to his side, climbing in.

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Castiel walked out of the school after speaking with one of his teachers about an assignment he'd already done before, just in time to see Dean stretching in front of his car. Dean's shirt rode up to reveal his perfectly carved abs and Cas averted his eyes immediately, walking to his car quickly.

At home, the house was completely empty, which made sense, because his dad had a job as a night doctor at the local hospital. But, it was still strange for Cas and he stood in the doorway, listening to the echoing silence. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the doorway for a moment. He then sighed and pushed off the door, dropping his book bag onto the couch and tossing his keys into the bowl on the kitchen counter. He tousled his hair around his head like he did every day when he got home. Keeping his hair even somewhat tame always proved to be a greater hardship than he thought it was worth most days.

He was able to grab a drink before the phone ringing interrupted his plan for a peaceful afternoon. Cas groaned and snatched up the phone, knowing exactly who it would be. They hadn't been in town long enough to make friends that would call the house, so of course, it would be his dad.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hey, kiddo! How was school?" he heard his father's slightly distracted voice say. Cas sighed and leaned back against the counter.