H2O

Chapter 2

The next Monday, Dean and Sam offered me a ride to school. I thought it was funny, since I knew how to drive. But-- no car. Not just yet. Dad says he will soon, but we can't afford one just yet. Although, I never really had a problem with riding the Impala. I lived the way it smelled, how some of it penetrated into Dean's clothes, and I will smell it off him whenever he held me. Sam was jumpy in the back, he shook his legs, he played with his hands, and his smile was nervous.

"Hey? You okay there Sammy?" Dean asked, looking at him through the review mirror.

"Yeah, I'm just uh... nervous."  Sam replied, scoffing and looking to his shoes.

"Oh okay. Because for a second there I thought you needed to hit the head." Dean chuckled, staring back at the road.

"It's alright Sam." I glared at Dean. "I was more than nervous my first year. My brother Gabriel had to carry me in there over his shoulder because I couldn't stop crying." I said, shrugging. Both of them looked at me with strange faces. I stared back at them, my smile slowly dropping. "...What?"

"You were one broken faucet were you?" Dean asked, the corner of his mouth jerking.

"And you're such a tool, aren't you?" I barked, looking to him with frustrated eyes. Sam covered his mouth and mouthed 'burn', which made Dean roll his eyes. I disliked the sarcasm Dean had at times, especially when everything is serious and he has to make some wise crack. It was annoying. Ever less, Dean was a funny guy who I loved more that anything. When we arrived to the school, Sam ran into the building, full of excitement, searching for his friends. Dean and I walked hand in hand, my head resting against the edge of his shoulder. He would turn his head to whisper into my ear, which made me giggle because his breath tickled. I would lose balance in my legs because of how funny it felt, then he would catch me and hold me from my waist, continuing to whisper-- sometimes dirty things.

"Dean! Stop it!" I would say, trying to push him off me. Dean would chuckle, and nibble on my ear. I'd shriek quietly, bursting into laughter. Fighting back, I'd try to nudge him off with my shoulder, but he was stubborn.

"I swear, your gonna end up eating em' if you don't stop Dean." A voice said. Both of us looked up.

"Jo!" I ran into her arms, giving her an embrace. She smiled that bright smile which made the day lighter.

"Hey kiddo! How's it going Cas ?" She chuckled, pulling me back to look at me.

"I- uh, I'm great! Never felt so alive since the beginning of summer!" I replied.  "I guess it's just the nerves, I'll be turning sixteen in a bit, I can't wait to see--"

"Your birthday is coming up?" Dean interrupted. Jo and I turned to him, his expression intrigued.

"Yes Dean," I scoffed.  "I did tell you?"

"I guess not, because I don't recall ever hearing about your birthday." He responded, shrugging his shoulders.

"You don't even know your boyfriend's birthday?" Jo commented, her eyebrows raised. "What a turn off." I studied Dean, how tense he was, and how sweat started to fall from his brow. Did I ever tell him my birthday? I could've sworn I mentioned end it once or twice.

"For precautionary measures... when is your birthday Castiel?" Dean licked his lips. I've never seen his eyes so scared before.

"September eighteenth," I replied, swallowing hard. "Next Tuesday."  Dean turned around, scratching the back of his head while the other rested on his hip. He huffed, sounding stressed.

"Looks like you two got a problem..." Jo muttered. "I'll catch you later Cas."  She finished and them quickly ran off. I walked over to Dean, tugging o. His shirt.

"You forgot...?" I asked, my voice heartbroken. Dean tried to avoid making eye contact with me. He sighed as his eyes fell to the ground.

"Yes, I did. I'm sorry." He responded under his breath. He looked so disappointed in himself. I wrapped my arms around his body, resting my chin against his torso.

"It's okay Dean... it's no big deal."  I said softly, hoping I would make him feel better. He looked down to me, letting his arms fall to his sides.

"It is a big deal. I forgot your birthday." He sighed softly, falling into my shoulder. I caught him, trying my best to keep him standing on his two feet.

"Dean please," I giggled. "Get ahold of yourself, we have to go inside."  He wasn't budging. I turned my head so that my mouth was right on his ear. "If you get up now... I'll make sure that you'll get a special VIP invitation to my birthday..." I whispered sweetly into his ear.

"Hmm?" His voice perked up, and I could feel his smile grow on my shoulder.

"Mhmm..." I nodded, slipping my hands into his shirt. "And I'll make sure you'll get the special treatment. That you will get nothing but a luxurious time..." I finished, kissing his ear.

"You're hands are cold,"  Dean chuckled silently. "Sent chills down my back." I pulled him back so that our eyes met.

"Cold hands, warm heart." I smiled, kissing his lips gently. He returned it, holding my face. I smiled, opening my eyes, to met the same green color I fell in love with. The sharp, radiant green eyes that shot through my soul. They made me weak in the knees, and they stole my breath. His smile didn't help either. He just made my heart melt.

"Excuse me." I  heard a different voice. Dean and I stopped and looked up to a boy, tall and with dark blonde, brownish hair and piercing blue eyes interrupted us. Dean stared at him, eyes widened like he just seen a pile of gold. "I don't mean to intrude you two... but I was wondering if I could get a little help." He added, his accent shown in his voice.

"Uhm, sure. Been here for four years, of c-course I can." Dean stuttered, wearing an awkward smile as he shrugged his shoulder.

"I just moved here from Louisiana not too long ago." He said, clearing his throat. "I was wondering if you can show me they way around here."

"Why us?" I asked, not caring if I sounded rude. Dean looked at me with, shaking his head slightly.

"Because you two looked promising." He replied. "And nice." He added with a sarcastic tone, as he looked down to me. We stared at each other for a while.

"That's no problem at all." Dean cut in, ceasing the stare down that the boy and I were having. "What's your name stranger? Gotta star with that." He chuckled.

"Benjamin Lafitte." He responded. "You can call me Benny."