The Name's Dean

School Days, School Days

{One week later}
Dean nervously tapped on his steering wheel. "Cas, c'mon!" He shouted. He heard a door slam loudly and looked to see Castiel running toward the Impala, a large blue backpack slung over his shoulder. "Sorry," he said as he climbed into the car. "Gabriel got into the shower before me. And took a freaking eon." Castiel shook his hair like a wet dog. Dean stared, appalled. "Dude, you're gonna ruin my upholstery!" He yelled. Castiel laughed softly, kissing Dean. "Meh." He replied as Dean started driving down the road. He got a bit more serious now. "Dean, listen, I know it's gonna be kind of a big deal to show up at school looking like, ya know, the real you. Just know that I'm here no matter what." He rubbed Dean's shoulder lightly. Dean grabbed his hand and kissed it. "I know, Cas."

Dean swung open the door to school and took a deep breath. He watched, slightly amused, as quite a few girls did a double take. "Who's the new guy?" Meg, a small cheerleader asked. He felt Castiel cling to him a little more. Dean laughed. He began walking to his locker and heard even more voices demanding who he was. After the fifth whistle from a girl, Castiel gripped Dean tight, shoved him up against a wall, and kissed him passionately. Dean held the back Castiel's head tenderly, kissing him back. He listened as the whistling stopped, and whispers of "why are the hot ones always gay?" Followed him throughout the school. Every class he went to, Castiel walked hand in hand with him, a short makeout session following, before he left to go to his own class. Dean knew it was obviously just a show, telling everyone else to back off, but he couldn't find himself minding. Having Castiel by his side was wonderful. He didn't get bullied the entire day, and everyone seemed to be fine with him being transgender and gay. "Cas." Dean met him outside every class, reveling in the deeper sense of comfort the boy brought him. Castiel always looked up from his book with a wide grin. Then he'd link his fingers with Dean's and give him a quick smooch on the cheek. "He's mine." He told everyone they passed, not caring if they thought of him as a dick for acting like this. "I'm his." Dean would reply, smiling brightly at the shorter boy with black hair.

"I love you, Cas."