Destiel One Shots, Songfics, Writing Prompts, and Imagines

"I'm Not Leaving You." (Part Four) || Modern Highschool AU

I growled, my voice gruff and throat raw.
I don't want to go.
Eyeing my silver crutches just beside my fluffy bedding, standing out in the kind of cluttered space.

I laid in my bed, my eyes staring at the ceiling, wondering what exactly what the day would hold.

I shook my head, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. Stripping of my clothes quickly, I put on a white tank top and blue button up, with a pair of black skinny jeans.

Grabbing the plastic covering, I clipped it over my leg. Pulling on my converse, and lacing them up as quickly as I could.

Her voice echoed up the stairs, "Castiel!" She raised her voice louder, "We've got to go on 10 minutes! And I fixed you breakfast."
I sighed, "Be down in a minute, Mom!"

Running a hand through my hair, my fingers caught on a few spare knots. I don't have time for this.

Spraying my cologne, I grabbed my crutches. Easily laying my backpack on my shoulder, I placed them under my arms and made my way downstairs.

My Mom squealed, "Castiel Novak, you need help down those stairs, why didn't you call me?"

She stood at the bottom, really unsure of how to save me if I fell.

I shook my head, not matching her eyes with my own.

As I neared the end of the wooden stairs, she stopped me, holding my shoulders. "Sweetie?"

I kept my eyes on the floor.

She sighed, "Look at me, Castiel." I took a breath in, my blue eyes locking with hers.
She held my face, "You don't have to be afraid. You've got friends there for you. And if that jac-jerk goes anywhere near you, you go to the office and come home, okay?" I took in a shaky breath, "Okay."

She grinned, "And Dean will figure everything out soon."
I shook my head, "Mom, this isn't about Dean."
She laughed, brushing a piece of loose hair behind my ear, "It's always about Dean, sweetie."

I smiled weakly, knowing she would say everything I needed.

She took a breath in, "You're a handsome young man you know that?"
I shook my head, laughing.
She smiled, "That's not a joke, the guy who gets you, luckiest guy in the world," she paused, thinking, "And I think Dean knows that. It's his decision if he's going to act on it or not, understand?"
I nodded.

She smiled, patting my cheek, and handing me a bag, my lunch.

In her other hand, she was holding a bag, smelling of biscuits and eggs.

She grinned, "Let's go, huh? I'll walk you in."
I smiled, "You don't have too, Mom."
She chuckled, "You're on crutches. Momma's gonna walk ya in."
I laughed, mumbling, "Fine."

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My heart was pounding in my chest,
as we stood in the large office, a counter aligning between two walls.
I couldn't hear what my Mom was saying, as I glanced out the windows, students fleeing to each class.
A few, I knew who they were.