Et tu, Brute? [Destiel AU Fic]

Chapter Three

"Cas do you want a ride home?" Dean asked, trying his best to sound casual. The nurse had allowed them both to be dismissed early since they had missed their English class and they both had a free period as their last period of the day. They now stood outside the school building, and Dean had started towards the parking lot, and, realizing quickly that his new friend was not behind him, he turned to see Cas beginning toward the sidewalk. He turned around at the sound of Dean's voice, now standing with a confused look on his face.

"I can walk..."

"Well how far is it?"

"A few miles."

"A few MILES?! Cas you are not walking that far with a possible concussion."

"The nurse said I was fine, Dean."

"She could be wrong! All I know is you couldn't even stand up when I found you on the roof. I still don't get how that little thing could cover up the entire cut. It looked like your brains were spilling our earlier." Dean replied, gesturing at the small square bandage taped to Cas's forehead.

"Comforting, Dean."

"All I meant was you are in no state to walk home by yourself." Dean tried again, acutely aware of how much of a girl he sounded like.

"Dean my home isn't exactly..." Cas trailed off, unable to find the right words. Dean laughed.

"You don't want me to see where you live? Man, it can't be as much of a dump of where me and my brother are living right now." Cas didn't respond, he just gave Dean a doubting look. "Okay look. I'll take you to where I live, and if you seriously think that your place is worse, then I'll drop you off a block away. Deal?"

Cas stared at Dean, biting his lip as he thought over the offer. Dean stared back at the boy in front of him, lost for the moment in his bright blue eyes, no longer hiding behind the lenses of reading glasses. He watched the way they twitched ever so slightly side to side, as Castiel considered his offer. Dean was pulled out of the spell of those eyes when Cas finally responded.

"Okay." Dean grinned as he spun around and led the way to his car.

our car?" Cas asked in astonishment as they approached the '67 Chevy Impala.

"Sure is." Dean replied proudly, opening the drivers' side door.

Cas grinned and got into the passenger seat. Dean instinctively switched on the radio as he turned the car on, and rock music blared loudly through the speakers suddenly, causing Cas to jump.

"Sorry," Dean said, turning down the music, a slight smile tugging on the corners of his mouth, "you don't mind a little music, do you?"

"No, it's fine." Cas said, face flushing a little bit. He was actually grateful for some background noise so that he wouldn't feel obligated to keep a conversation going. He hated talking to people, he felt as though he always said the wrong thing, and he really didn't want to mess up such a great shot at friendship. They drove in comfortable silence (apart from Dean's music), Cas felt the most at peace in that car than he had since he started high school. He let his head fall back against the seat and closed his eyes letting this moment, the music, the comfort of a warm car, and the feeling of having a friend wash over him. A genuine smile floated across his lips as his body relaxed, not a worry in the world.

Dean glanced over at his companion as he slowed at a stop sign. It was hard not to smile at the way Cas sat so relaxed with a goofy smile on his face. Looking over at Cas, Dean felt a sudden surge of joy from his chest. He couldn't explain it, it just felt so good to have a friend next to, someone who he would get to be with for the rest of the year, without having to give some weird excuse, or worse, no excuse at all, before disappearing from the town, never to be seen again.