Dreams Are A Lovely Place (SPN HS AU) ✔️

Chapter 2

Jo had yelled at one of the boys from Dean's party. They grabbed her butt, and when she told Bobby that, he threw the whole group out.

Dean looked pretty upset about it, and when he went outside I saw him yell at the kid who did it. It was frightening to watch, Dean looked pissed when he was yelling at the other kid. He started to walk away from them while they all got into their cars and drove away.

I looked up at the sky, it was really dark but there were lots of stars and the full moon was bright, even though it was only eleven.

I liked nights like these, where without the stars and moon, it would be pitch black, but they act like a night light, in a sense.

I wasn't paying attention while watching the sky and didn't expect to trip on the curb. I did however, almost hitting my face, but catching myself with my hands.

"Damn!"

"You shouldn't use that language."

I almost peed myself when I heard him. That rough voice. The one I subconsciously listen for every day.

"Dean..."

I was still on the ground, feeling my palms start to get warm and sting, when I looked up and saw him sitting criss cross on the side walk, leaning back on a stop sign.

"That's my name."

I don't know what to say...

He looked down at me, causing me to quickly stand up and offer him a hand.

He quietly looked at my outstretched hand and looked away, starring off at nothing.

"You should put some ice on that."

I looked down at my hand and saw there was a little blood from the scrape.

"It's fine, I've had worse."

Dean quickly looked back at me, trying to look me in the eye but I quickly looked down at my feet to avoid contact.

"Do I know you?"

And in that moment... I think my chest felt like it was being ripped into a million pieces. I felt tears rush to my eyes and I had to look up at the moon again so he wouldn't see them fall. In case that were to happen. Of course he wouldn't know me. I'm over reacting though, why would he know me? There's no reason for him to know me.

"Yeah. Yeah you do."

"School?" His voice was masked with curiosity and patience, almost as if he knew he were hurting me, but he was trying to be kind about it. Like a doctor, knowing a shot is painful, but also knowing it's the right thing for you.

"Yes. I'm in two of your classes." Frankly, I don't know how I haven't choked up yet... Or how he hasn't made fun of me for not being able to look at him.

"Oh... I'm sorry."

I looked down at him, trying to see if he meant it or not. But by now, his legs were spread out and he was starring at his hands, placed in between them absentmindedly.

I sat down too, facing his side.

"It's fine, my name's Castiel Novak."

There was a bit of a silence. I think it's awkward, but I'm not sure if I should say anything. What if he finds it comfortable, or what if he's annoyed. What if I made him feel bad for not knowing me. I should just leave. What am I even doing here? This was such a bad idea, I should have just kept goi-

I stopped my thoughts, and probably my breathing as well, when he grabbed my hands and started to look at them closely.

"What do you mean you're used to it? You don't look that clumsy."

"Well, um. I am kinda accident prone I guess."

There was no way I would tell him. I wouldn't ever tell anyone the real reason.

I can't even bear myself, I don't know how anyone else would.

"Right..." He whispered.

Another awkward silence. And this time I'm pretty sure it was awkward for him too, because he wouldn't let go of my hands, and I'm pretty sure they were starting to get really sweaty, because I'm super nervous, because I've never actually really talked to him before, and well, yeah....

I pulled away from him just from thinking about it and I stood up, using my hands to dust myself off.

"I should go home now. Are you out here by yourself?"

Dean didn't move, he had only gone back to starring at nothing.

He replied, "yeah, I guess." His voice was rough again, I would say emotional, but just thinking it made me imagine him giving me a wild eyed glare.

"Do you need somewhere to stay, I'm nearby."

He looked at me in the eyes again, but this time I didn't look away. I know I'm shy and nervous, yet if he needs somewhere to stay, that's more important than a little crush... Okay, maybe a big crush.

He got up and dusted himself off too.

"Sure."

I nodded and walked ahead of him, waiting to hear his footsteps to fall into place behind mine.

But before I could get more than two steps away he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Wha-?"

"Thank you."

I gulped and he gave me a small smile, not even a smile, just a little upturn of the lips as to not seem threatening.... that's too long of a title.... I guess a sad smile could better describe it.

It made him look more lost, and alone.

"It's alright." I gave him a sad smile too, and he let go so I could continue walking, while he followed me.

He stayed quiet the entire time, he didn't even laugh at me when I struggled to unlock the door.

I twisted the knob, pushing it open when I heard the click, and letting the moonlight flood the apartment. "We're here." My voice came out cracked, from my nerves.

We walked in and I let him pass me so I could close and lock the door behind him. I watched him look around, he sat on my couch, it faces the tv from just a few feet away.

In the silence and dark he pulled off his boots and set them neatly at one end of the couch. He laid down on his back, with his head on the arm rest, and his hands on his stomach.

"Dean?"

"Yeah."