Marshmallows {A Destiel Story}

Marshmallows

     Castiel had always hated group projects. He always ended up with the group that shoves all the work on one kid, and, seeing as he couldn't get an F to prove a point, he would end up staying up late to get everyone's jobs done. The fact that his history final, that counted for twenty percent of his grade, was a group project was bad enough. The fact that the teacher was assigning groups was worse, but the worst part was who the teacher chose to group him with: Max Thomas, Mia Frowling, Denis Black, and Dean Winchester. Max and Denis had shoved him in a locker years ago, and continued to push him around ever since. Mia and her friends were well known for blackmailing people into doing their work for them. Castiel didn't know much about Dean other than the fact that he was on the football team and had dated over half the girls in the school. 

     "Okay class, go ahead and get into your groups to discuss your projects," the teacher released the class into noisy chatter. Castiel picked up his stuff and sat down quietly next to the rest of the group.

     "We need a place to meet," Mia said immediately as Castiel sat down. "My parents don't like guests, so I say we go to Nerdstiel's place."

     Castiel ignored the insult and tried to tell them it was a bad idea. Gabe would be there and Michael and Luci were going to be visiting; the fighting would never end.

     "I second that," Denis said.

     "Good plan," Max agreed.

     He felt himself go silent. 'Okay, my house it is then,' Castiel thought. Dean gave him a strangely reassuring smile before turning back to the others. What was that about?

     "Okay, we got the history of Rome in Britain. The teacher said it has to be creative, any ideas?" Mia asked. The group stayed silent, and Castiel realized they were looking at me. He felt himself freeze up. He didn't have any ideas!

     "Food."

     Castiel looked over to see it was Dean who had spoken. Why was he helping him? These were Dean's friends, weren't they?

     "No matter how terrible it is, as long as it can be eaten it's creative," Dean explained.

     Mia smiled, but also rolled her eyes. "That would be a great plan if the rubric didn't say we need a model, Dean," she said sweetly, "but it does, so unless you-"

     "We could build it out of marshmallows and brownies," Castiel suggested quietly.

      "That's a great idea, Nerdstiel," Mia said. The bell rang signaling our release. "See you all tonight." On the way out, Dean grabbed Castiel's shoulder, causing him to jump.

     "Sorry, Castiel," Dean said. "Hey, my dad is out of town, so I have to watch my brother. Would it be alright for him to come over tonight? He'll just sit on the couch and read."

     "Of course he can, Dean," Castiel said.

     "Thanks!" Dean was about to run off, but Castiel had to know why Dean went out of his way to help him out.

      "Dean?"

     "Yeah?"

     "Why did you help back there? Groups typically shove all the work on me, and your friends-"

      "They're not my friends. Not really anyways," Dean replied. "You seemed anxious, so I decided to help out. See you tonight then?"

     "I'll see you then."

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