Buddy, I need you (Destiel AU)

Chapter 3

*DEANS POV*
I step defensively in front of Cas.
"What sort of buisness is this?" I ask the cocky little boy standing before me.

"Oh, nothing that concerns you, Squirrel. May I ask why you're hanging around with this faggot anyway?" My fists clench by my sides and I turn to face Cas with a  puzzled expression.
"Ohh.." The boy chuckles. "So you haven't told him?" Cas turns red.

"Crowley just leave him out of this. We can continue after he goes to his lecture." Cas says, the cracks in his voice clear.

"Oh no. I'm not going anywhere just yet. Is he the one that did this to you?" I feel the anger rising in my voice, and Cas' head hangs ashamedly. "What does he mean you haven't told me?"

"Ah you see, I'll answer that one," I spin my head back round to face Crowley. "Cassie here, is a filthy homosexual. Be careful he doesn't try anything on you, you never know what scum like this might do. Now that you understand, if you could please move out of the way so I can deliver Cas'-" He doesn't get to finish whatever he was saying, because I punch him square in the face. He stumbles back, clutching his nose which currently has a stream of blood flowing from it.

I hear a gasp from behind me, undoubtedly from Cas. "I think we're done here." I say quietly.

"Sorry? Who said we were done?" The idiot steps closer to me and reaches to try and move me away. I snatch his hands and throw him back at such a force that he is launched to the ground.

"I did. Come on Cas, let's get out of here." I wrap my fingers around Cas' shaking wrist and lead him out of the building, leaving a clearly defeated Crowley behind us.

"OH JUST YOU WAIT YOU PAIR OF FAGGOTS! JUST YOU WAIT FOR WHAT I'M GOING TO DO TO YOU!" I hear Crowley call.

"Ignore him." I say to Cas as calmly as I can manage, worried about how he's going to have reacted to the situation. "Let's sit." We place ourselves on a bench, and I look up into Cas' soulful blue eyes.

"Thank you Dean, but why did you do that? I mean it's not like I really know you. Now he'll hurt both of us.." Cas says, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. I laugh softly.

"I'd like to see him try Cas. He's not coming anywhere near either of us again, I promise. How come you didn't just tell me before?" Cas looks down and for the first time I properly examine his face. The way it transforms when he's upset, or in thought. Every icy fleck patterned through his iris. Stubble subtle and starting to make an appearance on his jawline, highlighting it. He's really quite beautiful. He truly is. Wait what the fuck? I'm straight! I've never thought that about a man in my life. Why do I feel the need to protect him so strongly? Like he said, I hardly even know the guy for goodness sake.

"Well it's not exactly something you can easily bring up in conversation to someone you just met. Plus it's embarrassing - that i can't defend myself I mean. I totally understand if you don't want to be seen with me anymore - "

I silence him by resting my hand upon his smaller soft one, and interlocking our fingers. Why did I do that? Seriously what the fuck am I doing? Dad would never forgive me. I laugh it off awkwardly and gently remove my fingers, instantly longing for them to be touching again. "Don't be silly. You've got nothing to be ashamed of. Let's go grab a coffee. I'm sure it won't hurt to miss our lectures this morning." I help him up and get him to lead us to the coffee shop. He's turned a deep shade of red, I notice. I suppose that would be my own fault - I did just hold his hand right after I found out he's gay. I'm such an idiot, Jesus Christ.

*CAS' POV*
I lead Dean into the coffee shop, still trying to come to a conclusion about what the fuck he was thinking he held my hand. I shouldn't be smiling about it. Why am I smiling? Oh well, it doesn't matter. He clearly regretted it, he wasn't able to look me in the eye for a good fifteen minutes after. Maybe I was wrong about Dean, in the way that he was out to hurt me anyway. He did stand up to Crowley after all. I have a feeling it'll be a lot harder to stay away from Dean than I thought. Screw that. Why should I? I cant let me nagging anxiety stop me from enjoying everything. Fuck it. Hello Dean Winchester.