i won't be writing 'castiel wrote' or anything like that in this story from now on because i always put it in italics and it's obvious that he's wrote it down because that's the plot of the story
//
the bell went for recess and castiel was the first to rush out of his seat and out the door.
dean rushed after him. "cas, wait!" he yelled. when there was no response, dean started to jog.
"hey." he had caught up to his friend fairly quickly, he is a jock after all. he had one arm wrapped around castiel's stomach.
"tell me what's up with you." castiel's squirming, it's none of dean's business. it doesn't matter.
dean's grabbed castiel's arm and is dragging him into a hallway where no other kid or teacher can be seen.
"you're upset. you're my friend. spill." he let go of him but castiel looked down at the ground.
'you said you wouldn't bother me about it anymore.'
dean squinted, he was lost for a few seconds but only took him a few seconds to realise what that meant.
"ok- yes, i did say that but i don't like seeing you upset." he didn't need castiel to tell him the complete story just what had happened a few moments ago.
he didn't get that answer. instead he got:
'we're english partners?'
dean nodded.
'we're friends?'
dean didn't know where this was heading. he also didn't know if that was a trick question or not.
again he nodded and said "yes, of course."
castiel shook his head.
'no. we're english partners, that's it. you don't have the right to worry about me. end of conversation'
dean didn't understand why castiel was being like this.
he never asked that though.
"ok, cas. if that's what you want."
he let castiel slip past him and enjoy his recess.
he didn't plan on sticking to what he just said to him though.
dean wants to be his friend, he'll find out what castiel's past with his 'friends' was and show him that he's not like them.
