Truth or Dare ~ A Destiel High school AU

Chapter Eight:

Dean's POV

Cas's hand went to the dusty door knob, turned it and pushed it open. The door gave way with a little difficulty and groaned as it moved. The entire room was caked with dust and the sun filtering through the cracked windows shone on more dust in the air. We stepped in and the floorboards creaked beneath us. Other than the dust and the fact that it hadn't been used in years, the room was actually quite normal. A bed in the center, just enough for two, a dresser at the left side of the room, a closet just to the right of it, and a bathroom on the opposite side of the dresser and closet. "I only came up to this room once. It was to hide the burn marks on the floor." Castiel pointed at the rug beside the bed. Castiel walked to the side of the rug and peeled it away from the floor, revealing two sets of wing-like scorch marks. Since the rug was covering that section all these years, it was still sharp and bold, staring us in the face. I heard Cas's breath hitch, and he scrambled to cover it up again, like he was sealing the gates of hell or something. He shook his head violently. "I-I can't. I can't do this." He stuttered. He curled into a ball on the floor, no doubt crying for sure this time. I rush over to him and pull him into my embrace. He's still sobbing but leans into me, clinging onto my shirt. He's still repeating the words, Ican'tIcan'tIcantIcant. I shush him, lie him down on my lap and run my fingers through his hair again.

"You're so brave. So so brave for doing this okay? And I know that you can do this again." I so quietly to him. But he shakes his head when I mention the part about doing this again and he begins to pull away so I pull him in tighter. "I know, I know, you don't have to come here again but just know that I'll always be there for you okay?" He nods and turns over so he is facing me. His eyes are brighter and his cheeks are pink and tear stained. But he is still so beautiful.

"I lo-" ve you?

He stops.

"It's okay." I say.

***

We don't talk about that day. It was sort of an unwritten rule between us. But it certainly brought us closer. Close enough for Castiel to allow us to have our fifth date at his house. Which seems like a pretty big deal considering he was fidgeting the whole time he brought it up.

I ring the doorbell at the Novak's and Castiel opens it, giving me the most nervous smile ever and for some reason it's the most endearing nervous smile I've ever received. I grin back at him and he lets me in. "So, what's for dinner?"

To be honest, I still don't know what is for dinner. Even if we've been through half the food already. It's all in different languages and Gabriel and Sam are in the kitchen arguing about some weird ass utensil and how it was 'not meant to be abused in such a way'. And I certainly did not want to know how they were abusing a turkey baster.

There were platters full of just cheese and plates and plates of food and waiters and waitresses that came to fill our drinks. I got to meet every member of the household, Michael and Lucifer, both smart and working in anything that had to do with law or crime fighting, Uriel, like Raphael, quiet and snippy when spoken too. Those two eventually ran off to their rooms about half an hour into dinner but I didn't mind that much. I was also supposed to meet Castiel's older sister, Anna, but she couldn't make it in time.

We finished dinner and everyone left to their rooms, Sam going with Gabriel to do whatever the hell they do. Everyone is gone, well, except Cas. He immediately started to clean up the dishes and marched into the sink. I noticed that there were still waiters around, doing the same thing. So why would Castiel want to do this when someone already does this? And it's as if he read my mind, he answered. "I feel guilty. No matter how much we pay them, I still feel guilty." Cas lets out a little laugh. "I tip the damn river even though we pay him so much already." He puts them in the counter near the sink and goes to the dining room to get more. I follow him and grab a stack of plates. We do this back and forth in a comfortable silence until the entire table is cleared and we go back to the sink and start to wash the dishes, knowing that whenever the workers are trying to insist to Castiel that they can handle this job, he refuses and literally threatens them to give them a raise if they don't back off. All the staff seem to be gifted with the ability to have pride to not take that challenge to not bug him more so they will get a raise anyway.