It Hit Me Hard [Destiel- Highschool- Human!Cas]

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Castiel's POV:

I woke up on the floor, it was a strange sensation, waking up thinking your somewhere but your not. I looked over at the clock and groaned.

It was 5:00. Why the hell was I waking up so early??

I looked over to the small table in the corner of the hotel room and saw Dean with a bottle of jack in his hand and a pencil in the other. I stood up and saw more pencils and a sharpener. I couldn't see what he was working on, he was laying on it. I took the bottle and poured the rest in the small sink in the bathroom. I threw away the brown thing and walked back to Dean. He looked the same but this time without the bottle he looked like a tired artist. I giggled a little.

I lifted him not looking at the drawing but instead flipping it over so I couldn't see it. I picked up Dean and laid him on the small motel bed.

I don't know why I didn't look at the drawing, I guess I thought that if Dean was working on it when I fell asleep I wasn't supposed to see, and I respected his privacy.

That was a mistake.

I laid down next to him and snugged into his side, he put his arm around me in his sleep.

He woke up before me, naturally, he always does. It gets kinda annoying because I can't surprise him with breakfast. It's not like I can set an alarm because I don't know when he wakes up.

It's not like I have never tried to stake him out to see when he wakes up but I would always fall asleep. To this day I still have no clue.

Dean was sitting at the table drinking coffee and eating some pie.

"Hey, babe, I found this awesome bakery down the street." Dean called to me his eyes bright. I smiled at his childish love for pie and sat down next to him. I took a sip of his coffee but recoiled at the taste.

"I thought so." His laughter rand out, "here." He handed me a cup with very sweet tea.

"Thank you." I smiled and pressed my lips to his softly.

"Oh, annnddd," he pulled out another box with my favourite kind of pie.

"Thank you, Dean, but you cant expect me to eat all of that." I said wide eyed at the large pie.

"That's what in counting on." Dean said kissing me cheek.

I remember that his eyes were brighter than usual that day. There wasn't a single cloud in his green eyes.

"Lets go for a walk." Dean said after he finished me pie.

"Where to?" I raised an eyebrow

"You'll see." He smiled and grabbed his coat.

"Dean." I said getting his attention. "It's summer. Do you really need the coat? I don't want you over heating."

Dean paused and looked confused, like the idea of leaving the house without it was insane. He recovered and shrugged it off. He took a deep breath and put it on the hanger. When his fingers let it go you could almost see the weight being lifted off his shoulders, like he could breath.

That is when it hit me.

The coat was like a chest, a chest full of memories, but not the good ones. It was the coat he used to hide bruises it was the coat he cried into. That's why he couldn't fathom leaving without it. But when he let it go, it was like he was letting go of his past. Not entirely of course. But enough to be able to breath without a constant buzz.

He smiled a kinda sad smiled but then his smile became bright and full of energy again.

"C'mon." He said grabbing my hand.

He pulled us out of the opened door of the motel.

We started walking down the road and I loosed my tie a little, the heat beginning to get to me.

We stopped at a small shop and got bottles of water.

(Stay hydrated kids.)

"Dean, just how far is this place." I said playfully giving him a hard time.

"It's just around this corner." He laughed a little.

We stopped at a tall building. It was made of red brick and was obviously new.

He led me throughout the doors.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A man said from behind a desk.

Dean pulled out his drivers licence. "Winchesters." Dean said.

The man handed Dean two key cards.

"Another motel?" I asked.

Dean chuckled. "Oh no, this place is a little more... Permanent."

I furrowed my eyebrows confused.

Up, up, up, we went, up to the 4th floor.

Dean checked one of the keycards. "103" he murmured to himself. We walked along and he counted up the doors.

"103! Here we are." Dean said. "Wait!" He yelled just as I was about to swipe me card. Dean placed his hands over my eyes. "Okay." I swiped the cards and opened the door.

I shuffled inside.

"Ready?" I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yes."

Dean removed his hands, it was a beautiful apartment.

The living room and kitchen was one room and a hall led back to a closet, a bathroom and two bedrooms.

"Just incase Sammy wants to move back in." Dean said gesturing to the smaller room.

The place was beautiful. The wall's colours reminded me of a cutesy coffee shop.

"Soo, do you like it?" Dean asked.

"Of course I do!" I said kissing him on the cheek then the lips.

"Then rest is surprisingly cheep, we can actually afford it." Dean laughed dryly.

Dean kissed me softly on the lips.

"Welcome home."

A/N~~~ 2k READS!?!? WHAT GUYS IT'S NOT THAT GOOD BUT THANK YOU!!!! Sorry for not updating my Internet got shut off *pouty face*