Please Don't Leave Me

Chapter 17

Charlie POV

To say Charlie was worried would be an understatement. Her best friend of lord knows how many years is not answering texts, phone call, or anything. She went to go by his house and it looked completely abandoned. She knew that he would not leave without telling her or letting her know in some form or fashion. 

She had been everywhere. Or at least that's what she thought. It was when she saw Samuel Winchester at school that she realized something was terribly wrong. There was never a time when Sam was at school and Dean not. Most people would put it past the small red-headed girl, but for those who knew her knew she would terrorize anyone who was in between her and her goal. And at the moment it seemed that Sam was the only person who would have an answer for her and lord forbid him not tell her. 

She spent the next few days at school looking for the perfect time to find to ambush the boy to get her answers. However, she never seemed to have the ability to get past tackling the boy and demanding answers. So, she decided that that is exactly what she would do since planning was never her strong suit. Just as she was about to go on to her next class, the moose boy walked by and she saw her opportunity. 

"SAMUEL WINCH-" that's as far she got before she full on tackled the poor boy. The issue with this glorious enactment of her plan just so happened to occur in the middle of the hallway. In between classes, when everyone can trample them. Which is almost what happened, but to both of their good fortunes, the kids in the hallway were mindful of the pair on the floor. Most likely because they knew not to mess with the insane redhead that had pinned down the overgrown kid.

"Where is Dean?" She growled in Sam's face. She felt as though she had played nice for too long and deserved answers.

"At home." 

"No, he isn't, because if he was, he would have been there yesterday when I came by." The blatant lie that had left Sam's mouth only added fuel to the fire.

"Well, not at that home," Sam mumbled. He was used to the girl's antics and this was nothing compared to what she had done before. 

This time Charlie listened and realized that something bad had happened. She noticed the way Sam would not look her in the eyes and the way his being seemed to sadden. "Can I see him? Is he okay? Is-" 

"Charlie!" Sam groaned and pushed her off of himself. Not hard enough to hurt her because he knew if he something happened to her he would hate himself. "He is fine. I am sure he would love to see you as well, but I will have to speak with our uncle." 

"What happened with your father?"

"Not my place to say, Charlie, but I am sure that Dean will explain everything when he decides the time is right." 

Finally somewhat happy with the answers she acquired, Charlie let the boy leave for his class. She knew she should probably go to class as well, but she could not take another lecture. She had too much on her mind and the information Sam just gave her opened up new questions. What did he mean by "Not my place to say?" John is his father too, so why couldn't Sam just tell her what she wanted to know. And who is this mysterious uncle that suddenly appeared out of nowhere? These questions barely scrapped the surface of the plethora she had, but she would have to leave it for now.

Sighing, Charlie stood up and walked toward the exit of the school. She had high enough grades to miss a day or two of school, so she wasn't too worried about missing. It wasn't like she had much to stay at school for anyway, so she left to clear her wild thoughts. At least she knew Dean was okay, but another question hit her as she was starting her car.

"Where the hell is Castiel?"

Dean POV

When Dean woke up, he felt a warm body next to his own. Only this time, instead of pushing away and panicking, he wrapped his arms around the body and pulled him closer. He could feel the hairs on the boys head begin to tickle his nose, but it was no matter. Dean simply pressed himself closer loving the feel of someone being so close without malicious intent,

"Dean," came Castiel's voice. It was slightly muffled, but still extremely rough and deep with sleep. 

"Yes," Dean replied softly. He did not want to be the one to break the calmness that surrounded the room. It was soothing and made him feel comfortable and safe. Two things he did not get often. 

"Nothing, just making sure it was you." Castiel's voice was quiet and at ease as he somehow snuggled closer into the boy. Everything at the moment seemed perfect, and neither wanted to end it.

Unfortunately, everything good comes to an end, or at least it gets paused for a moment or two. Right as the two got comfortable, Bobby walked into the room without knocking. He obviously did not expect to see the two so close together, or even awake. The shock on his face was enough to make the two boys laugh sleepily. Dean was happy his uncle was here, but at the same time, he wished he had stayed away. At least for a few more minutes, to let Cas and him lay in the small safe haven they had unknowingly created. The moment the door opened, it was like the gates of hell had been opened and the safety that had once surrounded them was gone. Dean, however, did notice that he did not feel completely helpless this time. He knew it had to do with the boy that was still surprisingly snuggled next to him, and for some reason, this made his chest feel all warm and fuzzy. For a second, he forgot his uncle was in the room and pressed his nose into the boy's hair to inhale his calming scent.

Once Dean realized what he had done, he stiffened. Regrettably, this did not go unnoticed by Castiel who was pressed against him. What Dean did not expect, though, was for him to begin to rub Dean's sides gently while whispering "Everything was fine," and "Nothing was going to happen." The gentleness in the touches and words calmed Dean down enough to actually look over at his uncle who he could see was looking at the pare cuddled together. It took a minute for Bobby to see Dean looking at him again, but this time instead of cowering away from the old man's gaze, Dean held it. This gave him a chance to see what the man was feeling. All he saw in the man's eyes was accepted followed with a loving gaze. One he had never seen in his father's. The feelings he was feeling were confusing, but at least he was feeling something. After being numb for so many years, any feeling was better than none.

Dean had been so lost in thought that he had not noticed Bobby leave the room. Nor had he seen the old man snap a few pictures of the two. Sighing, Dean just laid back down, not caring to get out of bed because 1) it was a comfortable bed and 2) he had Castiel next to him. So instead of defying gravity, Dean relented and stayed in bed for the time being.

Thank you so much for reading!!! I have been extremely busy with school, sports, and just life in general. Everything has been almost too much recently, but writing this book has been a great escape for me. That and my weird obsession with weight lifting. Funnily enough, most of my ideas for this book happen when I am in the gym.

Anyway, enough about me. Please let me know how I am doing so far with this. And if anyone has any questions because of my confusing writing, please feel free to ask and I will try to clear thing up.