Tutoring (Destiel)

Chapter Eleven

Castiel didn't move, he knew Dean Winchester was behind him, the very same Dean Winchester that cared for no reason.

"Cas." He heard again. This time he released the breath he didn't realize he was holding in, then he turned around, meeting confused green eyes. Dean looked hurt...and that made Castiel feel even sadder than he already was. He didn't like making people feel disappointed, yet that's all he seemed to be good at.

"Hello, Dean." He returned in a small voice. Castiel wanted to run away, to just get in his car a drive back to his brothers. Why is he here?

"You didn't come to school yesterday." Dean said. "And you're leaving now? Cas, this isn't like you." Castiel frowned.

"And how exactly would you know how I act?" Dean looked down at the ground, almost as if he were hiding.

"Because..." He trailed off, it seemed like he almost didn't have a response. because you're my tutor." His voice sounded different somehow, not cocky or usual. Castiel shook his head. He didn't know how to respond, and to be honest, he didn't want to respond. He didn't want to get into a conversation that would make him tell his whole fucked up story to Dean Winchester, only to get pity and his crush to never look him straight in the eyes ever again. Castiel decided it was best to leave without an explanation than never see those candied apple eyes in his life again.

Castiel opened the door to his car and got in. He only turned his keys in the ignition before the passenger side door opened and Dean sat down beside him.

"What are you doing?" Castiel asked surprised.

"What's wrong?" His voice was stern, asking for answers.

"Get out of my car."

Dean sucked in a deep breath. "Castiel, please tell me. Something isn't right." The blue eyed boy looked over. His face was hard set.

"Dean, listen, I have to get my brothers, and you have to get back to school. Leave."

"You have brothers?" Dean switched the conversation.

"Yes, two, and I need to get back to them."

"What are their names?"

"Gabriel and Balthazar."

"Got any other siblings?" Castiel sighed laid his head back.

"Why do you care?" Dean shook his head and reached over, laying a hand on Castiel's knee. The boy tried to hide how flustered he truly got from the other's touch.

"Do you?" He sounded like he was trying to avoid what they were talking about before, or perhaps he was trying to loosen Castiel up, slowly break down walls so he could get Castiel to actually open up to him. Castiel looked at Dean's hand, then up at his face.

"Yeah. An older brother."

"What's his name?" Castiel shook his head again.

"Dean, I don't want to talk about him. Please get out so I can go." Dean sat back and crossed his arms.

"No. Take me with you." Castiel gaped at him.

"Get out, Dean."

"Why'd Ash give you pot?" Castiel stared for a moment, then gave a huff and turned on the radio. He quickly switched it to some loud rock station and looked away. He put his hands on the wheel.

"No talking." Dean didn't say anything, he just seemed unsure.

Castiel drove in silence (with the exception of too loud rock music) till they got to the motel. Dean was quick to ask why they stopped here. Castiel didn't answer, he just ignored Dean, which was extremely hard considering his feelings toward the boy, and walked to his room.