empty bottles on a sunday

vii

castiel

Cas woke up in his room, not remembering how he got there. His alarm was going off loudly and Gabriel was grunting.

"Shut that thing off!" He yelled with a pillow over his head. Cas turned off the alarm and put on his glasses. The memories came flooding back, how him and Dean slept on the floor, how Dean had carried him into the car, how they had held hands.

Cas sprung out of his bed and got ready, eager to go to school to see Dean.

Running down stairs after washing up, Cas heard everyone eating. They said their hellos and Cas left within three minutes. He walked to the bus stop and waited.

Cas saw a familiar black car drive past so he waved. Dean saw him, but didn't wave back. Cas froze for a moment before sitting down onto the curb. Had Dean been messing with him? Was last night just a game? Cas didn't want it to be. He knew it wasn't. Dean had genuine fun. He couldn't have been faking.

The bus arrived after a short while and Cas got on, searching for an open seat. He spotted Charlie and sat down with her.

"How was detention?" Charlie asked.

"It was pretty amazing, actually," Cas whispered.

"Who was the other person?"

"Dean Winchester." Just saying his name made Cas's heart beat faster.

"Dean?" Charlie seemed surprised. "Did he talk to you?"

Cas nodded and Charlie's mouth fell open. "He invited me to his house after. We cooked, he sang, we ended up cuddling and holding hands in a field while looking at the stars," Cas whispered. He didn't want anyone else to hear but Charlie.

"Oh my god!" Charlie shrieked. Cas covered her mouth. She mumbled 'sorry'.

"It was amazing," Cas breathed, moving his hand away from Charlie's mouth.

"I just want to warn you, Cas," Charlie started. "Dean might not be the best guy."

"I know. But he is still amazing."

The bus stopped and everyone got off. Cas walked with Charlie until they went to their lockers. When Cas got his stuff, he tried to see if he could find Dean.

Cas couldn't find him, so he headed to homeroom. Someone was handing out flyers for the homecoming dance.

Cas looked around the room and saw Dean, sitting in the back staring at the ceiling. Cas decided to go over at talk to him.

"Hey, Dean," Cas greeted with a smile. Dean looked up at Cas and gave him a small smile.

"Hey. Castiel, right?"

Cas's heart sank. His face fell. His fear had come true. Dean didn't care. He was just playing a game.

"Cas, relax. I was just kidding," Dean laughed.

"Don't do that to me, Dean," Cas sighed. Dean smiled. "About last night-"

"Cas, we were both really drunk okay? It was nothing," Dean cut him off. Cas weakly smiled.

"Yeah, nothing," his voice cracked. "Talk to you later."

Cas walked back over to his desk, his mind repeating 'it was nothing'. How could Dean think that? Cas then remembered that Dean was known as the player. So maybe it actually did mean nothing to him. But it meant a lot to Cas. He had never been in a situation like that before. Cas felt strong feelings for Dean, and he wanted them to go away. But if they went away, Cas didn't know if he could ever feel them again.