Earning My Wings. Destiel High School AU.

Chapter Thirty-One.

The ride home was silent for some reason. I felt like father was upset about something.

"Are you okay, father?" I asked, breaking the silence. He glanced at me and smiled, looking back at the road as he started to slow down to pull in the driveway.

"Yes, Castiel," he said, genuinely. "I've made sure John won't tell Dean."

"Thank you, father. Speaking of, can he come over?" I asked, getting of the car and walking to the house with him.

He opened the door as he answered. "Sure. I don't see why not," he said, walking into the kitchen.

"Thank you, sir!" I said, happily, running to my room and pulling my phone out, calling Dean.

"Hey, Angel," he answered. I smiled at his voice.

"Father said you can come over," I told him.

"Yay! I'll be over in a minute! See you then," he hung up and I did the same. I stood up and looked in the shattered mirror, deciding I should change for no reason.

I changed my shirt and was in the middle of looking for pants, in only my underwear, when I felt someone press against my butt. I gasped and jumped away, turning around only to see Dean's laughing figure.

"You're an ass!" I said, hitting his chest, making him laugh more.

"Hey, I couldn't resist. An ass like that would get anyone going and with you in one of my shirts only makes it better," he teased, and suddenly I became aware at the fact I was standing in nothing but one of Dean's shirts he left here and my underwear.

A blush crept onto my face as I grabbed some sweatpants and putting them on quickly. I put my arms behind my back so he wouldn't see them, but he smiled at me softly, grabbing my arms and pressing a kiss to my lips.

"You don't have to hide them, Cas," he whispered and I nodded. We sat down on my bed and I sat cross legged, looking at him.

"How are you?" I asked him, smiling.

"I'm happy," he smiled.

"And why is that?" I asked, curiously.

"Because I have my boyfriend back," he leaned forward and pecked my lips, making a small blush creep up my face. "And graduation is next week!"

"I know!" I said, happily. I was happy about that. I wanted to get out so bad because then I could have Dean to myself and we could get jobs and get a house together.

/Don't get your hopes up, tiger./

Dean laid back on my bed and I crawled on top of him, sitting on his waist. He put his hands on my waist and smiled up at me.

I leaned down, pressing my hands on either side of his head, and kissed him softly. I felt him smile against my lips, kissing me back, before I was suddenly flipped over.

I gasped at the sudden movement which made Dean chuckle.

"God, you're perfect," he praised, kissing my nose.

"No I'm not," I said, shyly.

"Yes you are. Your eyes are gorgeous, your body is fit, your hair is always sexy, your scars are perfect. They're there own kind of perfect. Also, believe it or not, I still remember the taste of your dick and that's perfect too," he said, making me blush at the last thing.

"What did I do to deserve you?" I asked, kissing him. He smiled.

"I should be asking you."

A/N: Short. Sorry. :P I didn't know what to write in this chapter so I did some cute fluffy stuff. (:

Anyway, I'm going to be slow on my updates for a while because I started my Second year in High school. I have no study halls or anything. And it's only been like. Four days of school and I already don't want to go back.

In one of my classes, I have absolutely no friends and am surrounded by all of the preppy ass bitches in my grade pretty much and I'm like. Are you fucking kidding me.

I might message some of you and just randomly rant about my day sometimes, okay? So don't be alarmed.

Anyway. Sorry it's short! If you ever need to talk, message me. (:

And if you have any ideas for anything, message me! (Like a plot line for a sequel or something if I decided to make this one.)

-Ali.xo