High School

Untitled Part 37

It's disgusting." They quickly gathered their stuff and left, waving goodbye. "It's okay that Sam basically told them?" Castiel asked worriedly, but Dean nodded..Castiel couldn't wait for school to be finally over. He'd meet with Dean and they'd drive home together and he'd ask Dean to help him with his homework, which he didn't need and was probably the most unsexiest thing in the world. He had it all planned in his head, but of course it wouldn't work out the way he wanted. When school was over and he practically ran to the parking lot, he saw Lisa standing next to Dean. They both didn't look happy, but were still standing too close next to each other for Castiel's liking. He walked up to them slowly, fumbling with the zipper of his jacket. Lisa was the first one who saw him. "Hey," she mumbled with a soft smile on her lips. Dean looked up at him, terrified. For a second, Castiel thought Dean would run away. "Dean?" He passed Lisa and took Dean's hand into his, drawing soothing circles with thumb. "What's wrong?" Dean just shook his head and motioned Castiel to get in the car. Though, Castiel didn't want to be as he was told - he wanted to know what the hell was going on and help -, he nodded once and walked to the passenger side. Dean and Lisa kept talking, words hushed and inaudible for Castiel. It worried him when Lisa started crying and ran away and he wanted to get out the car and run after her, telling her that everything was going to be okay and that Dean didn't mean what he'd said, but then Dean got in the car and rested his head against the steering wheel. Castiel was confused, so confused. They both looked so upset and he didn't understand why. Just when he thought everything was going great, life had to turn on him. Amazing. He wanted to ask what was going on, but if he knew one thing it was to not push Dean Winchester too much. So instead, he took Dean's hand and kissed it. Dean finally looked up, smiling halfheartedly. "I'm sorry, Cas. Let's go home." Castiel nodded in agreement, ignoring the apology. Maybe once Dean was in the safety of a warm room, with Castiel in his arms, he would talk. Maybe. If not, Castiel would wait. He'd tell him eventually. ~ Castiel's back tingled as he walked up the stairs, Dean behind him. Once they were in Castiel's room, Dean pushed him against the door.Castiel gasped, holding on to Dean as Dean lowered his head to kiss and suck at Castiel's neck. It made Castiel shiver and he was glad that Dean pinning him against the door, or else he'd be on the floor. Dean kissed his way down to the collar of Castiel's shirt, taking it between his teeth and pulling it back. "Dean, I need to- we," Castiel slammed his head against the door, which he'd probably regret later, but Dean grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. That's not how he'd planned things to go and after what had happened on the parking lot, he'd wanted try to talk to Dean first. It occurred to him that maybe Dean was just trying to take his mind off of whatever had happened not only thirty minutes ago and he found his strength to cup Dean's cheeks and push him back. Dean's eyes were closed, lips swollen and skin flushed in a light pink. "You know that this won't change things, right?" Castiel asked, feeling a bit harsh. Dean flinched. "I know." "Do you wanna talk about it?" "No." "Okay." They parted, Dean flopped down on Castiel's bed and Castiel sat down at his desk to start with his homework. He would wait and be patient. Sometimes that's all you could do. ~ When Castiel finished his homework, he turned to see what Dean was doing. Dean was lying on his bed, curled up and with a pillow in his arms, sleeping. Castiel looked at him in awe and got up to climb on his bed and wrap around Dean, holding him