Gabriel and Balthazar ate their sandwiches with Dean and Castiel. Dean was awkward with the two younger brothers, not knowing them well enough or really at all. For the most part they were silent, until they were done eating, then Dean told Castiel's brothers they could watch tv.
Dean asked Castiel if he had all his books from school.
"Yeah, why?" He responded.
"Your still my tutor, right?" Castiel nodded. "Good, because I'm still failing English, and I'm not doing so hot in math." I'm sure you're hot in everything. Suddenly Castiel became aware of what he was thinking and wondered if he had said it a loud. Dean didn't look any different so he supposed he had stayed silent.
"Okay, well, my backpack is outside," he went to turn.
"We could just share." Dean's voice made him look back. Dean seemed a bit flustered, and his hand was rubbing the back of his neck. He looked up and locked eyes with Castiel. "Or -or not, I mean whatever's good for you." Castiel nodded.
"Sure."
Dean smiled and told him to wait by the table. He went to get his books and when he came back Castiel was looking down at his hands. Dean set his math and English stuff down and pulled out a chair. He sat close to Castiel. They weren't on top of each other, but their shoulders and knees touched so they both could easily see the textbook that was in front of them.
Castiel liked the closeness; the slight warmth radiating from Dean's skin. It's nice, he thought to himself.
"So, where'd you guys leave off?" Castiel asked. He looked over at Dean to realize that he was already staring back.
"What?" Dean seemed like he got snapped out of a trance.
"I haven't been in English or Math," Castiel reminded him, "so what are you guys working on?" Dean made a face that was a mix between thinking and disgust. Castiel was familiar with this look however, it was just about every kids face when they thought of school.
"Um, we have to write a summary of 1984, and then we have to write about the theme, and I think for the last part we have to compare the book to an excerpt from that other book we read....what was that?" Castiel had to think for a second. He had read so many books, and he was a little overwhelmed by information Dean had given him. I have to make up all of that? But then the title came to his mind.
"Fahrenheit 451?"
"Yeah, yeah. That one."
"Did they give you the excerpt?" Dean nodded his head and started going through his backpack, trying to find the handout. He got it and showed it to Castiel. It was crumpled and covered in messy annotations. He read it over and decided to start with the comparison.
Dean was slumped against the table and mostly just listening to the television show Gabriel and Balthazar were watching.
"Dean, do you even care about school?" Castiel asked, closing his book and pushing it away from him so he could put himself in a similar position as Dean. They were looking at each other, their faces only a few inches apart. Dean shook his head.
"No, I'm just going to end up running the auto shop when I graduate. Not like I can get a real job." He paused and moment, but before Castiel could try to tell him he could get a job, or do whatever he wanted, he started talking again. "Not like I want a real job. Wear a monkey suit and have Big Brother watching." Castiel laughed at his joke and rested with a smile on his lips.
"What do you want to do then?" Castiel asked. Dean hummed with a thought.
"I think I'd like to fish." Castiel raised an eyebrow. "Get a house on the lake, walk out on the dock in the morning and relax. Fish." Castiel nodded. He imagined himself with Dean, although he didn't particularly know how to fish.
"Sounds lonely." Castiel ended up returning.
"No." Dean picked himself up. "I wouldn't be alone." Castiel squinted in confusion.
"Sam?"
"No. He'd probably be off at some Ivy League college. I wouldn't have to worry about him."
"Who would you be with then?"
For what had to have been shorter than it seemed, they stared at each other. Dean had an unreadable look on his face. Castiel was confused. A slight brush of pink was across both of their cheeks, for an unsaid reason that they both knew in the back of their mind. That's when Dean broke the gaze and looked down.
"I don't know, Cas." He brought his eyes back up and shrugged. "You could come." Castiel huffed.
"I don't know how to fish." Dean rolled his eyes.
"That's not all I would do. Plus I could teach you." He paused, a wave of thought rolling over him. He broke out into a smile. "I'd be your tutor." He said it in a certain way that made the comment funny. Castiel smiled and shook his head. "Hey, I'm hilarious." Dean quipped. You're adorable, Castiel thought.
"I'm sure." He responded. Dean laughed and rubbed a hand over his face.
"What time is it?" He asked. Castiel grabbed his phone and clicked the home button.
"Um, just about three."
"Oh, shit, I gotta get Sam." Castiel nodded and stood up. "Just, stay here, and like watch tv or something. I'll be right back." Once again he nodded and watched as Dean grabbed his jacket and headed outside. He sent one last look at Castiel before closing the door. Castiel sighed and started walking to where his brothers were.
They were watching Star Wars.
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Tutoring (Destiel)
Фанфикшн"So, I know Mr. Shurley said this was for English," Dean spoke, making Castiel's stomach flutter. How could a voice do that? He thought. "But I was going to ask you to- uh-" he rummaged in his backpack and took out a crumbled piece of paper. "Do you...
