Against All Odds -Destiel

Chapter 3

The next few weeks followed a similar routine. Dean would sit next to Cas on the bus, they would walk together to class, and more and more frequently Dean decided to cut class to be with him in the storage room. They would meet at the back wall of the cafeteria during lunch and Dean would often ride the bus home with Cas, too.

In the evenings, they would call each other and talk for hours until one of them would inevitably fall asleep. They also, on occasion, met up in the neighbourhood to go on walks and talk about anything and everything. Dean was terrified that his family would judge him and Castiel too quickly but he knew he couldn't avoid the inevitable.

One evening at dinner, his father asked him "So Dean, who's this friend of yours that you keep sneaking out to see?" he smiled as he chewed a mouthful of his dinner.

"What?" Dean grew exceedingly nervous.

"We've seen you with him walking around the neighbourhood together." Mary said lightheartedly. "What's his name?"

"Cas." Dean tried to keep his voice steady. "Castiel. He lives down the street. I met him on the bus."

"Is he a good man?" John asked.

"He's very nice." Dean worked up his courage. "I was afraid you would judge him before you got to know him."

Sam butted in. "So that's why every time you said you were just 'going for a walk' you never mentioned him?" He looked at Mom and Dad. "He wears these badass denim and leather jackets with band shirts and motorcycle boots and always looks real tough and cool."

Dean flashed Sam a pissed off kind of look that said, 'Im going to get you later.'

"Sounds like how I was back in my day!" John laughed and leaned back in his chair. "Dean, I'm not going to tell you who is and who isn't a bad influence. I know you know right from wrong. I've raised you well. I trust that Cas is just as decent and nice as you say he is."

Mary smiled and Dean sighed, relieved.

After about almost two months, Dean was surprised that Cas hadn't asked him out yet. For weeks now, he had been waiting anxiously for Cas to say something but every time it seemed like he was about to he decided to chicken out. Dean began to wonder if it really was him that Cas was talking about having a crush on. It had to be him, right?

Soon, Dean's patience began to wear very thin. He decided to call Cas one Saturday night to sort all of this out once and for all. He made sure his room was decent, smelled good, everything picked up, The Beatles playing softly through the record player, and the bed made without any folds in the blankets.

He picked up the phone, dialled, and waited for Cas's deep soothing voice to come through. But it didn't. He punched in the numbers again. No answer. It wasn't like Cas to not answer as soon the phone began to ring.

Dean called over and over about a dozen times before getting worried. He thought about going to his house to see if he was alright but he knew it would just make things worse. His family would definitely have Cas's hide if Dean showed up on their front porch asking for him.

Dean sat in anguish, worrying that Cas had gotten into a terrible fight or an accident or worse. He was about to do something crazy when he heard a tap tap tap at his window. He rushed to let Cas in.

"Dude, what's going on? I've been calling you over and over again."

Cas gave him a sorrowful look. "My apologies, Dean. I thought it best to come here in person."

"Why?" Dean's heart raced.

"I just wanted to see you." Cas shrugged, smiling. He eyed the record player.  "You put The Beatles on for me."