I'll Give You the World.

Chapter 1

"It's called gastroparesis. It's apparently super rare, so no one knows how to treat it. It might be incurable. The doctors don't know." I shook my head. Every goddamn math class. It flares up again, and by next period, Cas is always rocking in his chair, trying not to sob too loud.

You should stop hanging out with him. He only tolerates you cause he thinks you're cute, and you're only here out of pity. Spare him the sadness of heartbreak. Hip hip hooray for mean intrusive thoughts. We all have our demons, I guess.

"Jesus. I wish there was something I could do. I mean, I could stay here, if you want." I wasn't in my assigned seat, but our teacher didn't particularly seem to care. We were allowed to move around the room to work with partners anyway.

"I- yeah. That'd be nice, if you wouldn't mind." I nodded, smiling genuinely for the first time in a while. It may have been from pity, but who cares. I glanced down at the desk, and Cas did too. I pulled my gaze back up, and his eyes were shiny.

"It's starting early today, isn't it." He nodded slowly.

"Love it when my medication wears off early." I put my hand on his, trying to comfort him. Add impulsivity to the list of problems for me, I guess.

"Hey. I'm here, if you need me. If you want, I can talk to the teacher and see about changing seats so I can be here all period." Cas looked at our hands, stunned.

"No, no, it's fine-"

"Well, too bad. At the end of class, I'll go and see him and ask. I sit here all the time anyway, why shouldn't I?"

"No, Dean-" He was about to protest when a wave of pain had him doubled over. I put my hand on his back and moved it up and down. He was warm. Really warm.

He choked out a quiet sob, but apparently not quiet enough. The kid sitting in front of us turned around. That look in his eyes was most likely concern, but all I saw was judgment.

"The hell are you looking at?" I growled. Intimidation probably didn't work as well as I would have hoped, because I was still comforting the crying Cas. Nevertheless, the kid turned back around, looking scared out of his wits.

"D- Dean. Y-you don't have to do that." It sounded like he was shivering.

"Are you cold?" He nodded. We were seated right by the air conditioner. Maybe he should move up closer to me if we're changing seats. "Here, take my jacket." He started to protest as I pulled it off my arms, but I shook my head and draped it over his shoulders.

"Th- thank you." He pushed out in between shivers.

"Hey, how long do these last usually? The attacks?"

"They usually go until I get home, then it's fine."

"Oh. Do you want me to come over tonight then? I know you've been in the hospital a lot, so you've probably missed a lot of things. I can help you go over them, or we could just hang out. I'm sure you could use a break from all of this." He looked up at me, slightly uncurling from his fetal position. His eyes were watery. Christ, I felt so bad. But I wasn't doing this out of pity.

He nodded and gave a weak smile like no one had ever done anything nice for him before. I melted just a bit.

"Thank you. That would be really nice. Should I give you my address, or..."

I ruffled his hair. "I'm on your bus, dummy." He laughed a bit.

"Oh. That's right. So you can just get off at my stop then." We were discussing our plans a bit further when Cas doubled over again.