You Don't Remember Me? (Destiel highschool AU)

Bees Will Always Be Cute

Cas falls asleep in my arms. He probably didn't sleep all night so I don't blame him. I carry him bridal style to my room. I put him in my room because I don't go into my dad's room or Sam's because I hate it in those rooms. So many broken memories in those rooms, in this whole house, thinking about it. My bed isn't made so I lay him down and take off his shoes and put the cover over him. I start to leave but he rolls over or something and I turn around. He's so perfect. I want to climb in next to him but I know I can't. He's in love, and not with me. I can't do anything about that. I can't just make him fall out of love, I can't do that to him. Realizing all of this I still can't help but smile, I don't think there will ever be a time when Cas will fail to make me smile.

Oh, wait, what's the time? Oh my god, it's already 11:45. I'm fucking hungry. I go downstairs for a sandwich and a pop-tart or 6. When I go back upstairs to check on Cas I find myself not being able to tear my gaze from his beautiful face. Why is he so damn perfect? I do not deserve Castiel at all. I have done nothing to deserve him. He starts to move again. Oh shit, he's waking up. Fuck, I probably look creepy as fuck right now. I know I look creepy as fuck right now. He sits up and looks at me a little weirdly and he tilts his head. I'm too embarrassed to say anything.

"Dean. Why are you watching me?"

"I came up here just now to make sure you were ok. You've been sleeping for like 3 hours now."

"Oh, that's probably because I got like 2 hours of sleep last night." I hate that Cas doesn't get enough sleep.

"You want something to eat?" He shakes his head like a child and climbs out of my bed.

When I visioned Cas in my bed it was not under these circumstances. He yawns and stretches. When he does his shirt comes up a little and I see a strip of his belly. I can see from here that Cas is at least a little toned. I have to restrain myself from fucking him right here right now. I find myself needing to remind myself of that more every day.

~Monday~

"Are you sure Othello was the best idea, Dean?" Cas asks. All of the things that happened on the weekend had been forgotten for Cas' sake.

"Don't second guess me ok, I don't really know much about Shakespeare but Sam did and he would always say that Othello was one of the best Shakespearean plays so."

"Do you want to do anything tonight?"

"I thought you usually hang out with Hannah or something on Mondays."

"Yeah, I'm meant to but she pissed up my birthday and she's annoying and I just don't want to be around her at the moment and I can't even go to my own house because she comes round and shouts at me and I can't stand it." He puts his head in his hands, I can see he is very tired so I put a comforting hand on his back. I can't believe I forgot it was Cas' birthday this weekend.

"Ok, we do have to go to my house because I have your birthday present there."

"You got me a birthday present. Oh, Dean, you didn't have to." He says blushing shyly. I can't help but smile, he is so damn cute.

"Yeah, I know, I just wanted to." The bell goes and I start to pack up my stuff when Cas stops me.

"Dean, do you mind if I hang out with you today? I'm sorry if you feel like I'm choosing when we're friends but I just-"

"No, it's fine. Please do hang out with me, whenever. I don't mind." I am not in a chick-flick, I am not in a chick-flick, I am not in a chick-flick.

His face lights up and I walk to math with him. I so badly want to hold his hand but I know I can't. Well, I want to do a lot more to Castiel than just hold his hand. The one person I really don't want to see today is Hannah, but then again I always avoid Hannah because whenever I do see her she looks at me like with the devil in her eyes. Not in a cute Annabelle way but in a way that I can tell she's planning something.

I sit next to Cas in math and I don't care what Mr. Watson says he's a cunt so.

~~~~

"Hey, Dean." I turn around and among the sea of people I see Cas in his trench coat running after me.

"Hey." I can't help but laugh a little. Cas has to lean against my car to catch his breath. Cute.

He walks over to the passenger side of the car. I get in as well and he is still catching his breath.

"Oh my god, you're so unfit." I say with a little bit of a laugh.

"Well, you can't say much for yourself, Dean." I start the car.

"Well, not to brag but I'm not actually that unfit."

"You exercise?"

"Well, no. But because of all the work I have to do for baby, that's workout enough." I say scoffing a little.

Silence.

"Anyway, how was your birthday?"

"It was good, I finally got a car and Annabelle gave me a Hannah voodoo doll. I haven't touched it though because I'm scared that it might work."

"Why didn't you bring your car to school then?"

"Because whether you wanted to or not I was going to hang out with you today."

"Ahhh, of course." I get out of the car because I can't wait to give Cas his present.

I tell him to wait in the living room and close his eyes. I run upstairs and get it and immediately run downstairs.

"Ok, open your eyes." He takes his hands away from his face and his face lights up like he was 5 again. That's what I wanted.

"OH, MY GOD. A BEE BACKPACK. DEAN THIS IS AMAZING. I'M GOING TO WARE THIS EVERYDAY YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW." He hugs me really tight. I hug him back and rest my head on his shoulder. The hug is amazing, whilst it lasts.

He pulls away and looks at it again. I'm so happy he likes it. I would've died if he didn't. He looks at me again with his piercing blue eyes. I could look into them for hours.

"Thank you, Dean." He says quietly making him blush a little bit. "How did you even know I love bees?"

"I didn't I just saw it and it made me think of you." That is a lie. I knew he would love it because when he was in kindergarten he had a bee backpack just like it and a bee raincoat. Even if he doesn't like bees now it would still be a reminder of his childhood. "Also, I'm going to take you out." He looks at me a little weird. "No homo tho?" He laughs and puts his bag down next to his old, basic one.

"Right, let's go then." He says trying and failing to hide his excitement.

~~~~

After the dinner that I have always loved I take Castiel to a meadow nearby.

"This place is so nice, Dean." Cas says sat in the grass making a daisy chain.

I don't say anything in return. Cas wasn't making conversation and I know that he was merely making a statement. I look peacefully into the distance until Cas puts something on my head.

"Cas, what did you just put on my head?" I ask still looking into the distance.

"Your flower crown. Don't touch it though you could break it." I look at him.

"A fucking flower crown, really Cas?"

"Yes really, but don't worry, you're not alone. Now I have too." This fuckin dork made matching flower crowns for us.

I can't help but love Cas though. He's just, Cas. And I don't think there is a better way to put it.