High School

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to him was still asleep, but he'd kicked his blanket off his bed during the night and was closer to Castiel than he'd before they've fallen asleep. Castiel bit his hand as the images of his dream came back crushing in, making him jerk his hips into nothingness. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought and started palming himself through Dean's sweatpants. No, stop, the voice in his head commanded, this is sick. Dean next to him moved, grumbling something in his sleep, and Castiel stilled.What were he thinking. He pulled his hands, that had somehow slipped inside his pants, out from under the blanket. Tears started stinging in his eyes and he felt all kinds of frustration rising up inside him. "Cas?" Of course Dean would wake up in exactly this moment. Castiel closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, hoping Dean would fall for it. He did. ~ Castiel didn't know when he'd fallen asleep again, but the next time he woke up it was light outside and Dean wasn't next to him anymore. He got up and went into the bathroom, finding bis clothes neatly folded on the toilet seat. He removed Dean's clothes from his body so fast, that he stumbled and fell - it didn't stop him from getting rid of the clothes. Once undressed, he took his own stuff and pulled them on. They felt too tight and uncomfortable, but they were his and fit and didn't smell like Dean. He left Dean's stuff lying on the ground. The house was silent, he couldn't hear anyone talk nor did he see anyone, as he walked down the stairs and to the front door. The urge to leave this place as quickly as possible was strong. ~ Once he was home, he ran up the stairs and into his room. He took a long shower, scrubbing Dean's smell from his skin and double washing every part of his body. He felt disgusting and stupid and naive. His clothes immediately landed in the washing machine. With the lights turned off and the curtains shut, he crawled on his bed and closed his eyes. For the rest of the weekend he ignored his phone, barely talked to his family, and only got out of bed to eat or do his business on the toilet. It wasn't that unusual, so Gabriel didn't ask him what was wrong. Castiel wished he could keep his shit together for once and not overreact, he didn't even know why he was sulking. Nothing had happened. And maybe that's the reason why. "I'm not good enough," he mumbled. ~ The next week started with Castiel sleeping in. Great. Gabriel had woken him up with rapid knocking on the door and saying, "Open the door, Cassie. We have to leave. Now is not the time to take care of your morning wood." He hadn't had enough time to eat and when he arrived at school he saw Dean with a brunette.Castiel recognised her. It was the girl who'd been dancing with Dean in the kitchen, oh and apparently the one from the party. Lisa. Castiel gulped, choking on his breath. If that wasn't a nice way to start the week. He stomped into the school, walking fast to get away from the parking lot. Gabriel followed him, almost running. "Why are you suddenly so determined to get to class?" Castiel huffed and almost groaned when he saw Sam standing at his locker, obviously waiting for him. He waved when he saw Castiel, but dropped his hand when he saw Gabriel. "Sam." Gabriel and Castiel said. "Castiel, Gabriel." That was weird, Sam never called his brother Gabriel. It was nice to have something to occupy his brain with, but if it meant that something was up between his brother and Sam then he'd like not to get invested. "I just wanted to check if you're okay, Gabriel wouldn't let me or Dean talk to you." Castiel gasped. He hadn't noticed that they'd visited them. He looked at his brother, who was wearing an angry mask and looked at Sam in disapproval. If his behaviour had caused Gabriel