Heaven Academy

For better or for worse?

Anyone think I'm moving this a little fast? I mean, a lot has happened in three short chapters, but my stories never really turn out to be that long..

Chapter four- for better or for worse?

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Cas stared at the phone. He couldn't process what he had just heard.

Dean hadn't hung up.

Cas had gone to hang up when he heard a sigh that obviously meant the call was over. He was about to press the little red phone when Dean's voice carried through again.

"I think I might like you."

I might like you. No, I think I might like you. What he hell was that supposed to mean? Was he talking to someone else? He had to be talking to someone else.

"I like you, too." Cas finished after he was sure the call was over.

He didn't know what to do. Call back? What if that was directed at something or someone else? That would be awkward.

"Hey, Dean. I like you too."

"What no I was talking to my new dog."

What the hell was Cas supposed to do? He dug his palms into his eyes, already feeling like crying. The thing he usually did when he felt like this was go to a party. But he had promised Dean..

Dean doesn't have to know.

He pushed the voice away. Doctor who would help, but he also told Dean that he wouldn't watch any without him. Cas grabbed his sketchbook and opened it up. He flipped past a few pages, Charlie, Dean, Dean, the view out his widow, Dean in class, Dean laughing, that one page where he wrote down things he hated about himself, Dean.

He found a blank one and grabbed his medium charcoal pencil. He started drawing, not realizing what it was until he was done with the outline. It was Dean again. His face wasn't visible, but Cas could tell by the hunch of his shoulders that something was wrong. He had his dad's leather jacket wrapped around him, and his jeans were too big as they always were. Cas picked up his soft pencil and blender to start adding texture and shading.

By the time he was done, Dean was walking down a black road completely surrounded by smoke billowing up around him, and Cas was hoping to make it say something at the top of the page. The smoke was coming from a cigaret in Dean's right hand. Cas glanced at Dean's messy, empty bed, and caught a glimpse of one of the posters. He finished the smoke, the words spelling out Highway to Hell across the white sky.

Cas sat back and looked at the picture. It might be one of his better ones.

He had gotten Dean kicked out of his house. Cas closed his eyes. He knew it was his fault. John had read his text messages to Dean. Cas flipped back a few pages to the page labeled "Things I hate about myself and people I've let down."

He picked up a pen and scribbled the name Dean on to the page in bright red ink. Cas gulped down the lump in his throat again, tears threatening to fall. The page was already so tear stained, most of the ink was smiled from where Cas had spent hours crying on it. It was pitiful, he knew that, but it was the only way he could stop himself from breaking down in front of everybody. The room started to get stuffy and unbearable, so Cas decided he needed a walk.

He washed his face, pulled on his coat, and grabbed the key to the dorm room. He took a few random turns, not stuff that would take him off campus but farther away from buildings and people. He was getting ready to turn around when he heard a horribly familiar voice.