Tutoring (Destiel)

Chapter Four

The next day Castiel went to school.

Michael wasn't sure about his decision, but Castiel just said that he'd be fine, and call if he wasn't.

Michael was unnaturally nice to Castiel. He knew it was because he was hurt, usually Michael would yell at Castiel for being a coward and not fighting back, but today Michel was nice enough to give Castiel a ride. He said he was worried about Castiel's broken rib on a bumpy school bus. He was also afraid, but didn't say it aloud, that perhaps the person who beat Castiel up was on his bus. The ride to the school was quiet and only a few exchanges of words were given between the two. When they got to the school Castiel thanked Michael for the ride and walked inside. He stopped by his locker to get an extra book, then went to his first hour class.

The first thing that Castiel saw when he walked into his classroom was that his seat was being sat in.

Correction: His seat was being sat in by a tall, muscle covered, auburn haired, green eyed, freckled faced teenager.

Shit. Castiel thought to himself as he walked to the chair. Dean smiled up at him. Castiel felt heat rise up to his ears, he wasn't good in social situations, it wasn't that he was anti-social, it was just that he didn't know what to say...ever.

"Heya, Cas." Dean said, his eyes shinning.

"Uh-hello." Castiel greeted. Dean's smiled faded and Castiel wished it hadn't.

"You look terrible." Castiel already knew this. He had a bruise on his jaw and apparently he got kicked in the face, but hadn't known it, so now there were two dark circles under his eyes. Castiel shrugged. Dean got out of his seat and Castiel went down in the chair, then Dean sat down on his desk. "So Mr. Shurley said you were free Tuesdays and Thursdays." Dean looked at Castiel. The blue eyed boy nodded. "Okay, well can we meet after school on Thursday, because on Tuesdays I have to work at my uncle's auto shop." Castiel was impressed that Dean had an actual job that required actual skill.

"Yeah sure, do you have like a time you want to end?" Castiel got out his planner and started writing down his tutoring lesson. Dean chuckled lowly at him.

"Whatever time's good for you, Cas." He smiled, Castiel looked up and connected eyes with Dean. He blushed and looked down again, Dean bit his lip, the bell rang, and Dean got off of the desk. "See ya later." He winked and walked away. Castiel was very confused, he felt his heart pounding and his cheeks heating up. He had to remind himself he shouldn't be thinking of Dean that way, especially since he was his tutor now. He was flirting though, right? Castiel wasn't a people person, he didn't know these kind of things unless they were in movies. All he knew for sure was that Dean Winchester was straight, so he couldn't have been flirting with him.

The rest of the day went by fast, in fourth hour Castiel felt like someone was looking at him. It made him uneasy, but for some reason it kind of made feel more alive, like he was actually there for once. Of course he automatically thought he was being a bit self-centered, who would look at him? After that he ate lunch. He went outside like usual, he was alone, but he was always alone. He didn't mind being alone like some would, he enjoyed the time to think. Today it was about Dean Winchester. He was a little scared knowing he'd have to talk with the boy he had a crush on since freshmen year.

When the bell rang Castiel grabbed his trash and threw it out. He stepped out of the lunchroom knowing what to expect.

"Hey, fag." An arm wrapped around his shoulder, it was harsh and made his rib throb with pain. Castiel's breath hitched. He heard laughed from behind him. "So, I trust you didn't say anything about us, right?" Crowley's voice hissed in Castiel's ear.

"I didn't." Castiel said through clenched teeth.

"Good, good. Because, what we just did to you, that was for fun." He threw Castiel against a locker, making his rib feel like it just broke again, it also made his head pound. He fell to the ground. He looked around and wondered how Crowley could find a mostly empty hallway in the middle of a passing period. The only people that were there averted their eyes and walked a little faster. "If you dare say our names to anyone we'll kill you. We'll beat the living shit out of you and you'll be left on the floor, bloody and bruised."Castiel tried to get up, feeling more pain shoot through him. Crowley stood over him and smiled. "You understand, don't you?" He asked. Castiel nodded, but Crowley put his foot on top of his head, pressing his skull into the floor. "I asked if you understood." His voice was emotionless.

"Yes." Castiel stated. Crowley laughed, lifted his foot up, and walked away.

Castiel was late to his next class. When asked why he was late he said that he had to use the bathroom and there was a line. He quickly found his seat because he hated that fact that everyone was looking at him. His teacher looked like she knew it was a lie, but didn't question it farther.

Throughout the rest of the day the pain in Castiel's side got worse. By eighth hour he had a serious limp and wished he had brought his painkillers to school. He sat hunched over with his arms hugging his chest. He stayed like that the whole hour. When the bell rang he was the last to leave the room and he gripped to his ribcage, which hurt, but felt nicer since he assumed he was pushing it back into place or something of the sort. He stepped out of the class and felt a person come up next to him. He looked over and saw Dean.

"What's wrong?" He asked sternly. Castiel shook his head, remembering the words of Crowley.

"I'm fine." He returned. He arrived at his locker and gathered his stuff. Dean stopped Castiel from walking past him.

"What happened?" He asked. Castiel shook his head again, wondering why Dean cared. "Hey, was it Crowley?" Dean asked.

"It's nothing, Dean." He tried to get past him, but Dean stepped in the way. Dean's eyes darted to the side, Castiel looked back, there was a bathroom there. Castiel had hated having his locker next to a bathroom, but sometimes it was actually good if Castiel was in a rush and had to go. He was about to ask why Dean looked over, but was interrupted by being dragged inside the restroom. "What are you doing?" He asked startled when the door closed. He wasn't going to mention that pulling him inside had hurt his rib and just about everything else.

"Lift up your shirt." Dean ordered. Castiel blushed and looked around.

"What? No." He replied back quickly. Dean rolled his eyes and shoved Castiel into a stall, it was the handicap one so they had some space. Dean locked the door.

"Lift up your shirt." Castiel declined again, but Dean ran up to him and lifted it up. Castiel tried pushing it back down, but Dean was a lot stronger than he was. There was a bruise covering the right side of Castiel's chest, there was also a small lump where Castiel knew his rib was broken. "Jesus, Cas." Dean grimaced. Castiel stepped away and lowered his shirt. "Did they do that to you?" Dean asked. "Again?" Castiel went to leave, but Dean's hand covered his. He looked at him. "Cas..."

"Why do you even care?" Castiel snapped. "You barely even know me."

"That's not true, you're my tutor." He answered. Castiel unlocked the door.

"Then I'll see you after school tomorrow." He opened the stall door and walked out.