The Day I Met You

Cas' POV

Warning this has selfharm in this chapter. Sorry if it is shitty too. I was feel sick while writing it.

The next day I walked to school, but today it was colder than normal, so I put on my favorite trench coat. It was a simple tannish coat that was once my dad's before my mom died, and he became a drunk. When I got to school, someone had came behind me and pushed me into a locker only to cause me to go unconscious.
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I must have been out for awhile because when I woke up, I was in the hospital. I saw Dean sleeping in a chair next to the bed.
"Dean," my voice sounded raspy.
Dean suddenly woke up. "Cas. You're wake up finally. You have been out for over eight hours." I heard him sound worried. I wonder why he sounds so worried, I thought to myself.
"Dean, why are you still here? I mean I am not complaining but why?"
"Because I saw you get pushed into the locker and I wanted to make sure you were ok when you woke. Plus I want to take you home it looks like you need it."
"Dean it is fine I can walk home." I tired to stand up but I almost instantly fell over. Luckily Dean was standing right there to catch me before I fell.
"Cas you are in no state to walk home. I am taking you home and that is it."
"Ok. If you say so I guess I have no choice. Lets get going then." The ride wasn't to far from the school because it was getting awkward in the car. Dean told me to sit in the front but I would have been more comfortable in the back to lay down. I guess he wants to make sure that I was fine. When we got to my house he helped me to the door.
"I think I have it from here Dean. You can let go now."
"Oh sorry, Cas. Just text me in the morning and I will come get you so you have to walk to school. But you should most likely stay home so you have more time to recover."
"Ok. I most likely stay home but my dad is a drunk and kill me if I stay home. I will text you for sure tho. Thanks Dean you are such a big help."
"Hey isn't that what friends are for."
"Yea. I guess that is true."
That night I went over the things he said. I think you could be really great friends but I think I want to be more then friends tho. I wonder if he is thinking the same thing.
No he can't he probably has a girlfriend. And never want a boyfriend.
Cas stop thinking like that. It will never do anything good to think like that.
But it is true and I know it is. Why does he have to make my feel butterflies everytime I get near him. Why!
I go to my draw where I keep my blade. No one knows about this and it is a good thing that I wear long sleeves too. I have made cuts on my arm before and tonight was no exception. I felt like I need to feel the pain physical not just mentally, so I cut my arms several times just feel better. I then quickly wrapped my arms and cleaned up the blood on the hardwood flooring in my bedroom.