waiting on a friend [supernatural]

waiting on a friend

It catches him by surprise when Noah sits right next to him during Maths, Dean didn't even know they shared a class.

"Hey." he greets, a shy smile plastered on his face. He has freckles all over his chubby cheeks, like himself, they're just more noticeable.

Dean doesn't have a clue on how he's supposed to behave with the guy who found him chocking on the bathroom floor, so he just smiles back.

"You doin' alright?"

He nods. "Yeah, fine. What about you?" God, he hates small talk.

"I'm good."

He wants to ask him why he stayed at the hospital till he woke up, cause that's been bothering him like nothing else, instead he says: "That's good to hear."

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Noah walks him to his locker, sits with him at lunch and during lesson and waits with him for Sam to finish soccer training.

At first he calls him his own personal stalker, tries to avoid him in all ways possible, but there's a point when he grows fond of Noah's rambles, of Noah's clumsy moves and of Noah's high pitched laugh.

So, before he even notices, he's spending most of his time with Noah. He just listens to what he says and never speaks up much if it's not to tease him, but he feels at ease, he feels happy, almost.

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It happens on a Tuesday, they're sitting on the soccer field's bleachers, and it hits him like an avalanche.

Suddenly Noah's voice as he tells him how he decided sports just weren't his thing is drowned out by the ringing in his ears.

And he doesn't get it, doesn't get it at all and why?

Why is this happening to him? Why is this happening right now?

He blinks repeatedly, tries to stay focused, tries to take deep breaths.

Come on Dean, breathe. Breathe, damn it, it's the easiest thing to do and you can't even do it properly.

But it feels like somebody kicked him in the stomach and he's fucking crying now.

"Shit." he hears Noah curse somewhere in the distance, which is actually not far away from him at all but it sure feels like it is.

It's funny, really, cause Noah never cusses and he would have liked to congratulate the kid for finally growing a pair, but that's kind of a hard thing to do when your lungs refuse to do their job.

Suddenly he feels cold hands against his cheeks, they're slapping him slowly while their owner mumbles something he just can't understand.

"C'mon Dean, buddy, look at me, look at me."

He does, he's looking in his direction but Noah's all blurred and that's not enough to keep him focused.

So Noah comes closer, takes his hand and puts it on his chest.
Dean can feel as it raises and falls along with his friend's each breath.

"Listen to it, Dean. Try to mimic it."

It takes some time, none of them is moving as Dean closes his eyes and tries to slow down his breathing.

He would feel like an idiot given another situation like this, but he doesn't.

He finally lets his hand slip away from Noah's chest; the kid is smiling softly, looking at him with what feels like sympathy and Dean doesn't like it at all.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. Uhm..." he rubs the back of his neck and wipes away the tear strains from his cheeks. "Thank you."