Where Have You Been? [Destiel]

Chapter 5

Blah blah, English, blah blah, test on a random novel. I couldn't think of anything else but Dean Winchester.

Honestly, I loved English. It was my favorite subject. But that day, the day that I was supposed to call Dean, I didn't give a flying fuck about what was going on in English. Obviously, I wasn't paying attention.

"Mr. Novak? Mr. Novak, please pay attention," Mr. Villareal said. I guess I was staring out the window.

I started to listen to Mr. V after that. Sure, the lecture was a little boring, mostly because I could have been hanging out with Dean, but I didn't want to fail my midterms.

I was that kind of guy. Nerdy.

A lot has changed since then.

Finally, class ended. I had a few hours before math, so I decided to call Dean while I was still on campus. I dialed his number, looking at the napkin he gave me on the plane so I didn't mess it up.

"Cas," he said, sighing.

"Hello, Dean."

"Do you have any classes right now?" he asked me. I could hear a smile forming on his face. He's probably sitting on his bed with his pillows propping him up with his laptop on his lap.

"Why else would I call you?" I did that a lot. Answering questions with questions, I mean.

"Hm, true. Come over," he said. "Now." I clicked off the phone. Dean and I seemed to share the idea that goodbyes really aren't necessary for phone calls, for anything really, especially if you just made plans over the phone and you're about to go visit them.

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I knocked on his dorm room door. Almost immediately, he answered.

"Cas," he said, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hello again." Unexpectedly, he took me into a hug. I accepted it; who wouldn't?

Dean smelled like mint and leather. I was just short enough to where he could rest his chin on my head while my ear was placed on his heart.

We stayed like that for a few minutes. I closed my eyes and Dean finally pulled away. "I like hugs," he said. I laughed. God, he was adorable.

"How long do you have before your next class?" he asked me.

I looked at my wrist. No watch today. So I grabbed Dean's arm and looked at his.

"Mm, about 2 hours." Dean took my hand and led me to the couch that sits in front of an old TV. We sat down. Dean put his arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Mmm," he hummed. We just stared at the blank TV for a few minutes. Dean sighed.

"What is it?" I asked him. His heart rate was steady.

"I just don't understand," Dean started. "I wanna know where you've been all my life."

I nuzzled my head closer to his neck. "I'm wondering the same thing." We stayed like that for about a half an hour and I almost drifted off to sleep before Dean woke me up.

"Oh, I almost forgot. There's a party this Friday, and Benny invited this girl named Lisa, and Lisa invited Jo, and Jo invited me, and now I'm inviting you."

I could barely make out what he said, what with being half asleep and all, so I just nodded and said, "Mkay."

I fully woke up a little later and started kissing Dean. He was a damn good kisser, that boy. Dean paused between kisses. "So, are we, like, boyfriends now?" he asked.

"Oh, God, I hope so. I don't want you seeing anyone else." I kissed him harder.