Crush

Untitled Part 1

September 1992

"I know you like him. Why won't you just admit it?" Charlie was leaning back against the locker next to Dean's and giving him her most exasperated look.

"Shut up! You know I can't just come out! I'd be persecuted, and my dad would kill me. You know this. Liking someone doesn't mean crap. I have another two years here in this shit hole. I'm not going to make it a living hell for me or for him." Dean whispered the words, but there was a harshness to them that clearly told her he was serious. Almost as though the Gods in heaven were conspiring to torment him, the object of his affections chose that moment to walk by. Cas had his nose buried in a book, which was typical. His dark hair was messy and his glasses were sliding down his nose. Unconsciously he pushed them up, his blue eyes (something Dean loved to stare into) staying locked on the pages of his book as he passed by. Naturally Dean's eyes followed the other boy's passage.

"Dean, you've got it bad, you know that?" Normally Charlie would joke around but right now she was being serious, and he could hear the pity in her voice. He hated being pitied. Turning back to his locker he grabbed out his biology and English books before slamming the door and stomping off. Charlie stayed where she was. She knew better than to follow when he was in a mood like that. Later she would check on him, after he had calmed down.

Cas jumped when he heard the locker slam, and he spun around to see Dean Winchester glaring at Charlie Bradbury. He moved over to the lockers closest to him, pressing himself between the lockers and the classroom door as he clutched his Patterson novel to his chest. He watched Dean storm off. When he turned back around he noticed Charlie was watching him. Ducking his head he hurried off before she could speak to him. It wasn't that he didn't like Charlie, because he did, she was friendly and bubbly. It was more that he was painfully shy and had difficulty talking to most people, even ones as nice as she was. As he hurried towards his Calculus class his thoughts turned back to Dean. He'd had a crush on the boy since first laying eyes on him freshman year, but it wasn't socially acceptable for boys to date one another, not in Lawrence, Kansas. If he were living in California he would have tried to reach deep down inside himself to come up with the courage to tell Dean how he felt about him. Dean was the most amazing boy he'd ever seen in his life. He was gentle and thoughtful, and any time Cas happened to look in his direction, Dean always had a smile for him, and it always made Cas' stomach do a flip. What made him hold back was knowing that to tell Dean how he felt was to not only make himself vulnerable but it had the potential to make Dean the laughing stock of the school, and he couldn't submit Dean to that kind of torture either. That and the fear that Dean was straight and would be horrified to know that the geeky boy in the huge glasses and oversized sweaters had a crush on him. No, it was best to keep his crush to himself, for both of their safety. But mostly for his own.

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September 2015

"Dad, I got asked out today."

Dean slid his reading glasses off and looked up at his daughter. "Oh yeah? What's his name?"

His daughter, Addison, sat down on the chair next to Dean and looked up at him with large, hazel eyes full of excitement.

"His name is Bill and he's in my English and History classes, and he's in the GSA with me. That's where we met. I have been crushing on him since freshman year; he's gorgeous and so sweet!" She was practically bouncing in her seat. He chuckled and set aside the papers he'd been reviewing to focus on her.

"GSA? Is he an ally or...?" He didn't want to make any assumptions.

"Oh, he's an ally. His dad is gay. Bill's going to take me out this Friday."