The Bet's over-- Destiel highschool

He'll wait

Soon Cas and Dean were frozen at the large white door and the voices that lay behind it.

"Remember when you kissed me?" Cas almost whispered. "I was so surprised because none of your friends were there to watch. You could've not kissed me and..." The kind voice broke and had to pause.
"Yet you did."

Dean stayed quiet so Cas brought his hand up to ring the doorbell. Dean caught his fake boyfriends wrist in a panic.

"I love you, Cas."

Cas looked horrified. "That's not apart of the prank is it? Oh god you're making this harder. Here I have the worlds most amazing person telling me that they love me back and I... can't do anything about it."

Dean smiled, he'd never heard Cas talk so much. He liked it.

"After I graduate. . . get into a good college out of state. . .I'm taking you with me."

Dean sounded sure enough that Cas kissed him.

One last time, passion and lips with Cas grabbing the nape of Dean's neck and with Dean holding his hips.

By that last kiss, Dean made it his life goal to take Cas far away from this place.

A crisp voice broke through the kissing.

"We thought we heard voices out here." Tate Pratt laughed, harsh and wicked.

Dean pushed Cas away roughly and gave him a look of disgust.

If Cas was faking the look of hurt he was an amazing actor.

"Come on in faggot." Two of Tate's henchmen pulled up Cas into the house so roughly Dean suppressed a growl.

Dean followed the jocks inside the shiny house, to reveal the whole clique there. They were accompanied by smirks and milkshakes.

And that's exactly what Cas got. Two skinny cheerleaders came up and poured milkshakes on his head.

The ashy black hair was consumed by a mixture of sticky sweets, dripping onto his face to his clothes.

Everyone laughed, and beady eyes followed Dean to make sure he laughed too.

"Hate to break it to ya fatty, but this was a bet!" Amara's happy voice screeched out.

"How would Dean Winchester look at your ugly face for two weeks?" Tate guffawed. "I can hardly stand it now!"

He through another milkshake onto Cas's face and all Dean could feel was a pit in his stomach and a sting in his eyes.

A low gravelly voice barely came through the jeering of cusses and laughter.

"What did you just say, garbage?" Tate asked menecaningly.

Cas swiped the liquid out of his eyes and straightened his back, Dean wanted to scold him but respected him for fighting back.

"I said... He has to look at Amara all the time so I assume he was already used to it."

Dean bit his toungue in pride, he had told how uncomfortable Amara made him, Cas had listened to all his issues.

A sickening crunch came as Tate slammed Cas to a wall. Damn this was making a mess for Tate's maid.

"Dean, baby did you hear that?!" Amara whined. "Do something!"

Dean took heart wrenching steps over to Cas. They looked at him expectantly.

"I don't love you. Know one ever could love you." The students cheered as Dean pushed through the words through gritted teeth.

Dean slammed a punch across Cas's cheekbone.

"Why don't you kill yourself?!" They cheered louder as Cas slipped to the floor by the next . "You ugly, -kick-disgusting, -kick-, stupid, -kick- trash!!"

Cas's whimpers only made his teammates louder with mirth.

Blood was now on Deans hands as he spit down on the love of his life.

He wished it was his own. The words he had spoken hadn't come out of nowhere. . . He told himself those things.

Cas seemed to be muttering to himself, Dean couldn't imagine his anguish. For a moment he willed his mechanical kicking to stop and just love Castiel in front of everyone.

There were two types of pricks in that giant house, the ones behind Deans green irises, and the ones that were still laughing.

A chant began at a low rumble then led to loud squeals and shouts of, 'THROW HIM OUT'.

Dean hadn't notice how many guys were leading with him in the fight. It wasn't a fight, it was an attack, Dean told himself.

The blue eyed gentle boy who Dean was so smitten with was now bleeding onto the carpet from several areas.

"Dammit, he's getting all over the house." Tate snarled.

The chanting became even louder before it broke into the evening air, slamming the door wide open with Cas flying out of it.

He landed roughly, gravel carding through the once cold milkshake. It was like a modernized tar and feathering.

The revelation that this was a hate crime made Dean want to throw up on the sidewalk or the pristinely clipped bushes.

"Let's give them some time alone." Tate smirked though the crowd of teenagers.

The crowd cheered again. One booming voice shouted, "Lets get this party started!!" Letting Dean know that they truly enjoyed others pain. Just because Cas was different.

They wandered back in the house chatting, Dean vaugly heard about how they need to wash the fag off their hands.

No, Because Cas is better, Dean reminded himself.

And now Cas was groaning quietly trying to pick himself up with shaky limbs.

The flaky milkshake must've felt awful to add to the beating, Dean was at tears.

He rushed over to where they threw Cas, where he was laying.

The boy started to mumble something.
"Tate's..." he wheezed and let out a sob. "He's... watching."

Dean didn't dare look back to the front window in fear Tate would see his face which was now soaked with tears.

He just kept his tense stance and didn't help Cas in any way. It ached not to.

"Can someone pick you up?" Dean almost sobbed too when he realized how he never asked about Cas's life or family.

"No, no..." Cas pushed himself on the heels on his palms, sitting up with a cry of pain. He must have broken ribs.
"I love you, Dean. Please leave."

Dean swore the moments where he felt his heart shatter before weren't the real thing. This was, the moment bleeding red lips unapologetically professed their love for Dean and then asked him to leave.

"Six months Cas..." Dean bit his own lip.

"Do whatever's best for you, Dean." Castiel choked out.

Dean called himself an idiot for believing that Cas wouldn't be affected by the words of those sociopaths that called themselves 'Deans friends'.

You're what's best for me, Cas. Dean so desperately wanted to say.

"You better be with me by then end of those six months. Understand?" Deans voice rasped and sounded so distant to Dean. He reminded himself of his own father.

Cas nodded. "I'm so weak, Dean. I don't know if I..."

"I need you." The words slipped fluidly through Dean's mouth.

Cas's form became stoic--if not a little bit rigid from the pain--and he wobbled on legs to stand up to Dean.

"Then I'll give you whatever you need."