I, Dean Winchester, am in love with Castiel Novak ***UNDER EDITING***

Chapter 3

I sat quietly at the lunch table after my last lesson had finished. I pulled out a book from my backpack and started reading quietly, not really focusing on the words, more thinking.

The only person who had talked to me all day was Dean, and he had to leave for football practice during maths, (That lucky assbut) so here I was, alone as I would be at every other school, just reading a book without disturbing anyone, when a guy walked towards me.

"Hey dork!" He yelled out in a British accent, but I kept my face burried in my book, I didnt want to cause any trouble.

"I'm talking to you kid!" He yelled again, ripping thr book out of my hands. I sharply inhaled as the book left my fingers, unsure of what to do. I didn't like fights.

I stayed quiet, looking down at my hands as I fiddled with my fingers, but the boy didn't leave, he just continued yelling, screaming, calling me names but I tried to block him out. Trying to ignore how rude he was being before I felt his fist collide with my face. I cried out in pain as I flew backwards, off the seat I was sitting on and slammed onto the floor below me. My head spun as I tried to figure out what had just happened.

I brought my hands to the floor, keeping my eyes down low as I tried to lift myself. Thats when I noticed the blood all over the pavement. I felt sick to the stomach at the sight of all that blood, my hand touched the top of my head only to find it was my blood.

I got to my feet slowly, trying to keep my balance as my head spun. Swaying slightly as my vision cut in and out. Trying to ignore all the blood. Oh boy, there was so much blood. I looked around, but the boy was gone.  I blinked a few times and there, I could see Dean in the distance,  running towards me quickly.

"Hey hey hey" he said soothingly, catching me as my legs gave out from underneath me, "you'll be okay" he whispered.

"T-theres so much blood" was all I was able to get out as Dean held me, and before I knew it, I was being carried towards the sick room.

"Im going to kill the son of a bitch that did this to you" Dean muttered underneath his breath, "I'm going to smash there heads in."

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When I woke, I was lying in bed. I looked around at the familiar walls of my room when my eyes met the deep green ones in front of me. Dean was sitting next to my bed, lazily in a chair which was pulled close so he could reach me. He leaned over towards me, a friendly smile across his face.

"Hey," he whispered, "how you doing?" His voice was calm but you could hear the nervousness and worry dripping off of it.

"I'm...better" I breathed, my thoughts foggy. How the hell did I get here, last thing I could remember was seeing all the blood then Dean carried me away.

"What happened?" I asked quietly.

"You passed out before I could get you to a nurse or anyone,  but you're okay now." He squeezed my hand with a smile on his face.

After that it went silent, I didn't know what to say cause nothing needed to be said yet. That was until I started wondering why Dean was even doing any of this.

"Dean?"  I said quietly, sitting up in bed and crossing my legs. Just looking into his eyes.

"Yeah cas?" He sat up slightly in his chair.

"Why are you doing this?" He thought about it for a second.

"I couldn't let you bleed to death" his eyes widened, watching me.

"No, I mean...why me, why did you pick me up and drive me to school? Why did you show me around and help me? Why do you care?" I needed these answers. I needed to know how he felt. Because if it wasent obvious already, I really like him. But he looks as straight as any straight guy could be!

"I don't know," he sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair, "it's just something about you, as soon as I saw you...well heard you, singing and dancing down the street this morning, you made me smile," a huge smile crossed his face as he spoke, but was quickly washed away by his own thoughts, "And I haven't smiled like that in a long time. I knew that something about you was special, something bigger than us wanted us to meet, and I couldn't deny it" Deans eyes were glassy as he spoke. He gave me a faint smile before opening his mouth. Like he was about to say something but then closing it again.

I just looked at him, did he feel the same way as I felt?

"Dean" I said again,  he just answered with a 'mhmm' and a slight smile.

"I-I think" I began, having trouble getting the words out, "I think I love you." As soon as the words left my mouth I felt like an idiot. What if hes straight and likes girls, what if he has a girlfriend already?

Seriously Cas, why are you so stupid! You can't just tell someone you think you love them the first day you meet!

"Sorry" I said immediately,  shaking my head and letting go of his hand which I had still unconsciously been holding.

"Why are you apologizing?" He laughed, "love is love Cas" Dean moved foward slowly and put his hands along the sides of my face, cupping my face. It was like we were made for each other, everything seemed to be falling into place just perfectly. He leaned foward slightly and pressed his soft lips against my own before pulling away. Our foreheads rested on each other for a moment before he moved away smiling.

"I was worried you had a girlfriend" I sighed in relief. Smiling up at him.

"I do" he said looking down at the floor as if he was embarrassed.

"What!" I yelled, almost jumping out of bed, "you can't kiss me if you have a girlfriend, t-thats cheating! God, Dean! Thats not right, I dont want to be stuck in the middle!"

"I'm joking Cas" Dean let out a burst of laughter, almost falling off his chair, "I just wanted to see your reaction!"

I looked at him, my face flushing a deep shade of red as he laughed. God, why is he so sexy? I though as I watched him buckle over in laughter,  it wasent even that funny...