Demigods-Destiel AU

Chapter Five

Dean POV:

Why doesn't he believe me? Do I really come off as that much of a jerk? What did he mean about, 'Anna'? Who is she? My head spins. It's been a week since Cas and I had our little dispute. I kinda miss him.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like he's been gone physically, but he is ignoring me. A lot. I can't help but feel upset about that. Art class is incredibly awkward, but I manage. Cas only partners with Charlie, and I have been pairing up with Alfie. He's a weird kid, but he's alright. And he's so obviously gay it hurts.

I'm at home, now, studying for exams. Cas' party is in a couple of weeks, and I'm questioning whether or not Cas even still wants me to come. I take another swig of whiskey, and swallow it harshly. This will hurt in the morning. I could care less.

Although I say that, my head does start to pound, and that does bother me. I put on some sunglasses to block out the light, being that it is contributing to the pain, and I proceed with studying the pronoun chart. You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people... And douchbags.

I roll my eyes. But, as much as I want to study, all I can think about is when Cas and I were under that umbrella. He was so warm, so adorable with the light little blush on his gently stubbled cheeks. I wanted to press my lips against his lightly chapped ones, to feel us melt into each other. But, something inside of me wouldn't allow it.

Everything about this whole Cas fiasco was confusing. Something about him; maybe the way he smiles at me when I'm trying my best to understand, or that spark he gets in his eyes when he talks about his passion for Greek Mythology. Maybe it's everything, I guess. Even though Cas is ignoring me, I can still catch him smiling at me every now and then when I rave to Charlie about my favorite books, or the greatest films of all time.

Last week I would've forced myself to think straight, in every sense of the word, but now?... I'm not so sure, anymore. Last Monday, the day I met Cas, my entire world had flipped around. It's Sunday, now, and I'm beginning to feel... Things. *NOT IN THE DOWNSTAIRS, YOU DIRTY BIRDS* The only thing that keeps me from just marching to his house and forcing him to talk to me and let me explain is Gabe's continuous reassurances. Saying things like, 'he just needs a bit of time' and, 'forcing him to believe something won't be any good'.

Gabe had told us that he was relieved Castiel finally knew about his true self, even if he was in denial. Gabe has even told us how he, too, was the kid of a god, so he understands the struggle. Albeit, he won't tell us which god, which is a tad bothersome. But, he's been a really good friend to Sammy these few days, and I couldn't be more grateful. He basically lives here now.

I slide off my sunglasses as I see it is now dark. I hope this hangover won't be too bad, tomorrow. Hopefully, but not likely. Shut it.

*****

I wake up with a pounding headache. Told ya. I hate you.

Rolling out of bed, I remember it's Monday, and prepare myself for another week of pure awkwardness. There's no way Cas had just magically forgiven me over the weekend, although I would really appreciate that. But, Cas does turn eighteen, soon. Maybe I should try planning something for his actual birthday. Hmm...

Cas POV:

"GOOOOOOODDDD MOOORNNINGGG VIETNAMMMMMMM!" Lucifer screeches into my face. I quickly sit up, smacking my head on the bunk bed above me. I groan, holding my head under a pillow.

"Go to hell, Luci!" I scream.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm the one running the place." He says in his signature white girl voice. "Now, get up. It's Monday, you actually have to participate in living." I listen as he pads off down the stairs, and hesitantly remove the pillow from my face.