mémoire

part deux

Tomorrow could not come fast enough. Dean hurried inside, yelling that he was home to Sam, and settled down in his room with his homework. He finished it by 11 PM, and settled down in bed after a quick, hot shower.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw those blue ones staring back. He saw the goofy, large smile Castiel donned when he was actually happy, and that, so far, Dean had only seen when he was looking at Dean. God, that turned his stomach in a knot.

He opened his eyes, smiling to himself and the wall. A sigh escaped and he laughed breathily. School girl crushes were definitely Dean's favorite kind, because they weren't too severe, but they made you smile and laugh and just made you happy.

But it sucked when they transformed into the ugly monster of a real, all-consuming crush. Especially when you found literally everything about the person cute... Exactly the way he was with Castiel right now.

God damn it.

When Sam and Dean arrived at school the next morning, Castiel was standing by the doors with a cigarette between his lips. Dean sighed and hurried up to him, whispering angrily, despite thinking it was cute. Especially with the way it looked as though it was just about to fall out of his mouth. "Dude, Cas, you can't smoke on school grounds!"

"It's just one," Cas rolled his eyes and smiled. "Anyway, I don't have any more on me. I barely ever smoke them, I just got bored today waiting for you."

"Whatever. Put it out."

Cas threw the cigarette down on the ground, stepping on it. "Better?"

"Much. Now come on, we have class." He turned to Sam, who was watching them in fascination. "What, bitch?"

"Nothing, jerk," Sam replied as he avoided Dean's hand moving for his hair. His voice lowered so that only Dean could hear. "He your new boyfriend?"

Dean's face flushed. "No. Now go to class, Sammy. I'll meet you here at the end of the day."

Sam rolled his eyes and walked away as Dean turned back to Cas. "Let's go. What's your first period class?"

"French," Cas replied.

Dean smirked. "Really? French?"

"Oui," Castiel replied with a perfect accent, and Dean laughed slightly.

"I have it at the end of the day."

"I have calculus at the end of the day," Castiel replied, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I have calculus first period," Dean said incredulously. "And the classes are right next to each other. Why didn't we run into each other yesterday until English?"

"I don't know," Cas mused, his lips turning into a thoughtful frown, his lower lip sticking out slightly. "It's weird. Just a coincidence, I guess."

"I guess so," Dean nodded, moving his bag higher up his shoulder. "See you after class? We could walk to English together..."

"Sounds good to me," Castiel slowly started to grin that goofy grin Dean already loved seeing. "Wait for me out here?"

"Sure thing, Cas," Dean smiled back, nodding once. He turned away reluctantly after a second. He couldn't let Castiel distract him, definitely not at school.

Dean walked out of calculus, pausing and considering actually waiting for Castiel. Had Cas been joking? He'd probably been joking... But what if he hadn't? What if he actually wanted to walk to class with Dean? Dean let out a breath, resigning himself to waiting for the guy just outside the French classroom.