Et tu, Brute? [Destiel AU Fic]

Chapter Six

Dean slid nervously into the booth beside Cas. He was going to sit on the same side as Sam, but Sam had gotten to their booth first and sat on the edge, forcing Dean to take the seat next to his friend. He never noticed when he sat with Sammy at Ruby Tuesday’s how incredibly small the booths were, how they seemed to make you press your legs against the person next to you now matter how close to the edge you thought you were--

“Dean?” Dean jumped, becoming aware that Sam, Cas, and their waitress were all staring at him.

“She wants to know if you want anything to drink.” Sam prompted, a cocky grin beginning to etch its way onto his face, although Dean had no idea why.

“Right, um, just water’s great.” He tried to pull himself together, even though he didn’t know why he was so out of it. He just wished Sammy would stop grinning like that.

“So Cas,” Sam said as the waitress left their table, “I heard you and Dean were studying today?” There was something in the way he said studying that made Dean narrow his eyes suspiciously, trying to figure out what he was hinting at. Cas’s eyes slid over to Dean, eyebrows pulled down in a confused fashion as he answered.

“Yes. He has difficulty understanding Shakespeare.”

“Shakespeare!” The grin spread wider across Sam’s face. Dean’s face fell into his hands. “As in ‘Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo’?”

“NO!” Dean said so suddenly he practically made himself jump as well as Cas and Sam. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Different play, bitch.”

“Jerk.” Sam rolled his eyes and pulled a bitch face. Cas’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two brothers, unsure of what exactly was happening. He had an idea of what Sam was hinting at, but the thought that he was being that obvious was terrifying. If Dean’s brother whom he had only see a few times in the past weeks was catching on, then what about the kids at school? He took a breath as the waitress returned with their drinks and took their orders. No one was accusing him of anything. Not yet. He could relax, at least for now. He would figure it out as soon as he got back to the motel, so long as the one person who could help him out was there...

"So Cas," Sam started again as the waitress again retreated into the kitchen. "Dean tells me you're really smart." Dean felt his face heat up. He quickly raised his glass to his lips in order to avoid any questions about the statement and to attempt to hide his probably bright red face. He took a long drink before setting the glass back down and tuning back into the conversation.

"... did sports I wouldn't have near as much time for studying and homework." Cas finished whatever he was talking about. Dean stared pointedly at Sam, hoping his brother could read his expression that was clearly saying "Stop. Why are you doing this to me?" Sam looked up as his brothers face then, grinning, took a sip of his soda.

"Dean, are you thinking of joining a sports team this year?" Cas asked, shifting in the booth to face Dean.

"What, oh, uh, I don't know, Cas. Why?"

"I don't know. You just kinda seem like that sort of type. I'm sure the other kids at school would be nice enough to you of you joined a team." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. Other kids. I really want to hang out with them." Cas tilted his head.

"Well... why not?" Dean turned to Cas, his face mixed with concern and anger.

"Cas, I didn't forget the day we met. When you hit your head and were bleeding all over the place? I took you to the nurse and she thought I did that to you. Why would she think that if things like that hadn't happened before? Or even worse things than that? You don't have to tell me what they did to you or why, but I don't want to mingle with the 'other kids' who would have cracked your head open for kicks. "

"Thank you, Dean."

Cas lifted his eyes to meet Dean's. He only meant for it to be for a second, just to show him with his eyes how much his words meant to him, but he found that he could not bring himself to tear his eyes away from Dean's. The normal bright green color that they turned in the sun faded since they were indoors at night, but they still had a certain lightness to them that made Cas's heart melt. It slowly dawned on him that their eye contact was lasting for much longer than he had intended, but Dean wasn't looking away either and he wanted to savor this moment. Just the two of them having their own moment, so close to each other. Cas became aware of the way their legs were pushed up against each other under the table. He imagined scooting so that the space between their hips closed, and leaning forward so that their lips would--

"Ahem." Both Cas and Dean nearly jumped out of their seats, having completely forgotten about Sam's presence. Both of them quickly busied themselves with looking at other objects, Cas played with the salt and pepper shakers while Dean seemed to be intensely interested in his cup of water. Sam bit down on his lip trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing at how horrible they both were at acting casual. This scene was broken only by the arrival of the food, which each of them took gratefully from the waitress.

“Hey,” Dean said, after they had all began their meal, “How are things with that kid Lucifer? I haven’t heard any stories lately.”

“Lucifer?” Cas asked.

“Yeah, he’s Sammy’s friend at school. You guys do anything fun lately?”

Sam swallowed his food, not happy with the focus of the dinner being shifted to him. He thought a moment, but decided it was better to not mention what had been going on with Luci.

“Uh, nothing much.”

“Oh come on, nothing? There’s got to be something.”

“Not really. He’s just helping me deal with the other kids. They’re kinda mean.”

“Hey, you and your friend shouldn’t have to deal with that. Want me to talk to the school about it?”

“No! That’s okay... I mean they are just kind of exclusive but I have Luci, so it’s fine.”

“Alright, but say the word and I’m down there, okay?”

“Sure.”

After that, the dinner got quite, a few questions and comments here and there, but the conversation was pretty much dead. After they had all finished, Cas offered to pay for what he had ordered, but Dean waved him off, insisting that he had invited him, so he would pay. Then they all piled into the Impala, with Cas riding passenger and Sam in the back, and headed home.

Cas closed the door to his room gently, leaning back on it after he heard it click shut. He let his head fall back and rest against the wood and let his eyes fall closed as he recalled the moment he and Dean had shared in the restaurant. It was all he was able to think about since it happened, he felt like they had only been a few seconds away from--

He shook his head. That would never happen. Not with Dean Winchester. Not a chance. Either way, he needed to talk it out with someone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialled the number he called whenever he needed advice.

“Hey... Can you come over... I need help... I know, I know, I always do... Okay thanks.”

A/N: ooooohhhh who is this mystery person that Cas is calling for help? (Speculate all you would like, I haven't actually made up my mind yet) Hope you liked this last chapter, comments and votes are always appreciated, thank you for those you have already left <3333