Stay (Destiel High School AU)

Oh, What Fun

Castiel never wanted to leave Dean's side that evening. Dean was running his hands through Cas' hair and humming a soft melody as clouds moved and birds passed. Every few minutes, Cas would steal a glance at Dean and admire him. He would trace his eyes over his sharp jawline, his shadow of stubble, his cute little nose, his long, thick eyelashes, his mass amount of freckles covering his face; everything about Dean intrigued Castiel. When Dean would look off into the sky, thinking about only God knows what, Cas would take that as an opportunity to get the best view he ever could of Dean, (unless Dean wasn't wearing clothes, but he didn't even want to think about that yet). Dean finally noticed Cas' awed gaze after a few long moments of staring out into the sky and gave him a questioning look.

"Why are you staring at me? Do I have something on my face?" Dean subconsciously wiped at his face, but Cas grabbed his hand and giggled.

"No, silly," Cas said with a smile, then hesitated as if a bright idea popped into his head. "Wait, come here," Cas grabbed Dean's face and narrowed his eyes, like he was searching for something very small. "You have something! Right there!" Cas pecked Dean on the nose. Dean giggled, he couldn't help himself. Cas gasped, "Wait! Whatever it is is all over your face, Dean!" Cas exclaimed, kissing all over Dean's face, hitting almost every single one of his freckles. Cas broke off into fits of laughter afterwards and Dean cackled like a maniac right behind him.

"They are called angel kisses after all," Dean pointed out as Castiel snuggled back up against him and they caught their breath again. Castiel just grinned and laid with Dean, looking into the endless blue that was the sky, changing shades as the day went on. The sky was one of the many things that Cas' eyes reminded him of. Castiel's eyes were the perfect shade of deep blue, but it was more than just the color that made him think of the sky.

When you look into Cas' eyes, you see the hope that he has for the future, the hope that he has for this fucked up world he's living in. There was that one tether of hope that he never let go of; he couldn't bring himself to lose it, that hope never withered or faded.

One of the other things that Cas' eyes reminded him of was the ocean. You could see the endless pain that Castiel had to go through, all of the pain that he had once endured and the pain that was still coming at him in massive waves. But through all of the pain, there was love. Love for nature, art, love for Dean. Dean definitely noticed it. Dean loved Castiel, it may have taken a little while for him to completely understand, but he knew that he loved him. Cas' eyes brought him so much comfort, he felt safe whenever he would look into his eyes. Those eyes reminded him of everything that was calm in the world, everything that would keep him protected.

They would've stayed like that forever if it was their choice, but it wasn't. Cas had almost dozed in Dean's arms until he noticed the sun setting.

"Hey, Dean, I've gotta get home," Cas said in a low voice, sitting up on his elbows, startling Dean out of his thoughts. Dean looked down at him and nodded, he took Castiel's chin and placed a light kiss on his lips. They both got up and folded the blanket. They each grabbed corners. When they brought them together, they would share a sweet, brief kiss. Dean then grabbed his guitar and they headed to the Impala. Dean put the things in the trunk and opened the passenger door for Cas. He got into the beautiful old car and started it, classic rock immediately filling the car. Dean grinned and bobbed his head to the beat as they started off towards Cas' house.

It was a very peaceful ride back. The field was a good distance away from Castiel's house, but he didn't mind at all. He took the time to giggle with Dean about silly things, appreciate Dean's adorable, awkward movements, and listen to Dean sing along to the way too loud radio. Castiel was bummed out when they arrived at his house, he just wanted to stay with Dean. He didn't want to go home to his homophobic, alcoholic dad. He was enjoying himself and was genuinely happy, he didn't want that to be ruined.