Truth or Dare ~ A Destiel High school AU

Chapter Six:

Castiel's POV

We all head back to the Impala and Dean drives us to their place. I have this new found respect for him and his brother for not acting like dick bags. I expected it from Dean since he is already acting like that at school and I felt ashamed for thinking so low of Sam because he is the complete opposite of his brother. I was also surprised that Dean didn't start making fun of my room or that he decided to hang out with me instead of Sam and Gabriel. He also have a few of the same interests that I have and that somehow brought me closer to him as well. Stubbornly, I ignore the fact that I'm warming up to him because he's supposed to be an asshole so he should stay an asshole and not fuck up my feelings and change the way I think of him. But then again I can tolerate the fact that he acting more like a human being.

We arrive at their house and it is much smaller than ours and it was expected because their uncle probably wasn't part of a cult or something that would have enough money to practically swim in. They give Gabriel and I an uneasy look, like we would harshly judge them on the size of their house. Which is understandable considering how our house shows off how much money we have, even though it technically isn't our money and we have no idea how we got it.

Dean leads us to the front door, key in hand. When we get in, I'm attacked with this sweet smell. Pie? To the left I see a woman with wavy blonde hair in the kitchen taking out a pie. And it's homemade oh my god. She gives us a warm smile and hugs Sam and Dean. "Who's this?" she asks.

"My names Gabriel and this is my brother Cassie." My eyes widen at the girly nickname Gabriel calls me and elbow him. They all see this and collectively laugh.

"My name's Castiel, Mrs. Winchester" I hold out my hand and she takes it but pulls me in for a hug. I freeze up for a little bit, not exactly familiar with hugging but I catch on and hug her back. She then hugs Gabriel and we have the pie that is making me practically drool. We barely have anything homemade and that's why this pecan pie looks like the last lifeboat on the Titanic.

After we have the pie, Gabriel brings Sam up to his room talking something about Star Trek. I start washing my dishes because that's kind of what I do but Mrs. Winchester stops me and gets me to dry off my hands. I thank her before getting my arm pulled by Dean. "I want to show you my room." he is still tugging on my wrist which makes it feel like my cuts are opening up and I feel a wave of nausea come over me. I stop half-way up the stairs to take a deep breath to keep myself from throwing up. Dean turns around and looks at me, worry in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asks. He lets go of my wrist and rests both hands on my shoulders. I give him a thumbs-up before returning my hands to my thighs, which also have cuts but they are old and don't hurt anymore. I take deep breaths and it feels like fresh blood is trailing down my arm and nearing my wrist. I ignore it and try to find a bathroom. Dean disappeared out of nowhere so I race to the bathroom and shove my sleeve up. Thank god I wore a red shirt. Blood was smeared all over the shirt and my arm. I roll up a wad of toilet paper and soak it with cold water. I manage to clean it all and flush the toilet paper down the toilet in a matter of minutes which is just in time considering Dean knocked on the door, calling my name. "Hey Castiel, you okay?" I pull down my sleeve and splash water on my face to stop the feeling of wanting to vomit. Opening the door, I see Dean and he's holding out a glass of water. I gratefully take it after mumbling a quick thank you. I guzzle it down and hand him the empty glass. He doesn't give me any weird looks which is great because there is no way that I will be able to explain anything.

He shows me his room which about a quarter of my room in size. It's much cozier though, something that my room and even our entire house lacks. He had a four wall room, his bed which what the complete opposite of mine. There was color. The sheets and blankets and pillows were all dark colors of green likes his eyes. There was a simple desk on the far wall in front of us and a window just above it. "Sorry it isn't that much compared to yours," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. I shake my head.