Tutoring (Destiel)

Chapter Twenty Six

Here's a little A/N- I broke my finger, can you believe it? I wrote this, and then I break my own finger. What is life?

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Dean ended up taking Castiel's hand in his own, he noticed how Castiel's finger was swollen, and his hand was shaking slightly. Dean tried to assess how bad off Castiel was, he moved his finger and asked Castiel to bend it or move it and asked if it hurt afterwards. Most of the time it did. Dean suspected it was broken, which didn't come as a surprise, already the second knuckle of his finger was bruised and swollen.

That was all Dean could say about his injuries. Castiel understood, it wasn't like Dean was a doctor. Castiel also understood when Dean told him he had to go back to class.

"My backpack and all my stuff is still there, not to mention Bobby got an email about how many classes I've already missed and he's going to rip me a new one of I skip anymore." Castiel nodded. He was thinking about his own class, he couldn't just enter now, half the period had passed and he didn't want to explain to his teacher why he was late and didn't have a pass. "You're going to be okay, right?" Dean asked. Castiel could hear he sincerity in his voice, he actually cares about me. Why the hell does he care about me?

"I'll be fine, Dean." Castiel replied. Dean looked unsure and Castiel tried to give a reassuring smile. Dean nodded.

"I'm sorry." Dean said quietly. Castiel had a moment of confusion.

"It's okay."

"I already told you it's not. Next time I see those assholes I'm going to-"

"-Dean."

Dean looked back at Castiel, his eyes softened. Dean took his hand and brought it up against Castiel's cheek, running his thumb along the cheek bone.

"They're not getting away with this." Castiel shook his head.

"Worry about that later, Dean. Get back to class. Your teacher's going to be wondering where you are." Dean still looked apprehensive. He sighed and moved his hand from Castiel's cheek down his arm, and ending at his hand (the uninjured one) where he took hold of it and raised both their hands in between them. Dean looked down at both of their hands.

"Please be carful, Cas. If you even see them call me, or text me." Castiel nodded, giving a sound of understanding.

"I will."

"Good." Dean raised Castiel's hand to his lips and gave a soft kiss to the back of his knuckles. "I'll see you later, Cas." Dean pulled away and started walking towards the door.

"Yeah." Castiel said, watching Dean go. They both gave a small smile, then they were separated by the door.

Castiel felt his neck and face heat up after Dean left. Dean kissed me....like really, really kissed me, full on, our lips touched. He cares about me. He likes me...

Wait, he's...gay?

Dean Winchester is gay?

Castiel brought his hands up to his face and rubbed his eyes. He was blushing and thinking about Dean; his lips, his eyes, his body...his everything.

Oh, my god.

Why does he like me? Why me? Out of every guy at this school, Dean Winchester likes me. This has to be a prank or something, right?

But Dean's too nice for that, isn't he?

Castiel looked at himself in the mirror. I wish you could see what I see in you, Cas. That's what Dean had said to him. You're worth a thousand men.

...Was that true? 

Castiel could remember Michael calling him an idiot or worthless, but now Dean was saying the complete opposite? How could he be both? How can Dean think so highly of him?

I can't be worth a thousand men when I barely am one.

Castiel sighed and shook his head, he had to stop thinking. He looked at the time and realized he only had a few more minutes till he was going to have to head off to his next class. He took out his phone and started playing a game to try and clear his head.  It didn't really work, his mind still swam with visions of Dean; mostly the moments they had just shared. Castiel couldn't get the feeling from his mind.

The bell ringing snapped him out of his thoughts. He took a deep breath and put his phone away, stepping into the crowded hallway.

He kept his head down, he knew his face was bruised and he didn't feel like getting anxious over strangers stares. The walk was relatively long, he usually wasn't this far away from his class, but he supposed it was unavoidable today.

When he reached his class there was about a minute left of the passing period. Castiel sat down and leaned back in his chair, he was starting to realize how tired he was. The boy next to him, someone Castiel didn't really know, (his name was something like Zachariah) but who would ask for answers on some worksheets looked over at him. 

"What happened to your face?" The boy asked. Castiel looked over and quickly came up with a lie.

"Some kid elbowed me in the face during a soccer game." One good thing that came out of Castiel not being very social was that no one knew anything about him, he could've said he was training to be an astronaut and no one would be the wiser. Zachariah seemed content with answer and turned back to his group of friends.

Castiel was concerned about his finger, he didn't want to hurt it more than it already was, but he didn't want anyone to find out how bad of a condition he was in. He was just thinking he had to get through the next two periods and he'd be home free.

He got his work out and started doing the bell ringer that was projected on the board. He was about halfway through with it when his teacher came up to him.

"Castiel, were you here last period?" Castiel looked up. Shit.

"Yeah, I was, why?"

"It's just that you're coming up as absent in the attendance program." Shit.

"Oh, well, maybe my teacher accidentally marked me absent, I guess I'll talk to her about it tomorrow." The teacher bought it, which Castiel was glad for. She said she put him in as present and fixed the mistake, which Castiel thanked her for.

She left and Castiel returned to his work.

When he was done he thought back to what he told his teacher, and what he told Zachariah, he was getting pretty good at lying.

Should I be proud of that?

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This took forever, I'm sorry.