Destiel Oneshots

Tutor Pt. 2

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Dean's POV

The car ride was awkward. The whole time was me trying not to stare at Cas, and him trying to look anywhere but me.

His house was only, like, ten minutes away. And, wow, was his house huge, at least to someone who hasn't lived in a proper house since they were four. The house was two floors, painted light blue, with a black shingled roof. Pretty fancy as well.

I stop the car in front of the house, the wheels squeaking slightly from the friction. I glanced at Cas, who twiddled with the seat belt wrapped around him. I waited for him to move, to say something, but he just sat there, nervous.

"Cas, you sure you're ok?"

He immediately looked up, like he just noticed we were at his house. "Yeah, I'm fine." He unbuckled his seat belt, awkwardly missing the button the first five times.

God, he was adorable.

"Thank you, Dean," he smiled at me, a sweet, innocent smile.

"No problem. Cya tomorrow, Cas," I replied, waving. I wish he didn't have to leave. I wish we could drive away together, forever. Straight down a road, not another car in sight. Just the two of us, completely in love.

If only he loved me.

He got out quickly, stumbling his way to his big house. He was too awkward for his own good, and for some reason that made me like him more.

This whole tutoring session made my love for the boy multiply. I was able to actually get to know Cas. I used to just know him from watching him in class. I usually only got a glimpse of the back of his head, but I was ok with that for the time. But now, I craved to see him, to hear him talk to me. To laugh at a stupid joke of mine.

I watched Cas open the white door leading to his house. He turned around and waved at me one final time, before slamming the door shut, cutting him off from me for a whole night.

The car hummed back to life, starting up. I pressed my foot to the gas pedal and drove off to the shitty motel. I could barely focus on the road as thoughts of Cas flooded my head. This has been happening way to often to be considered healthy.

I fumbled for my key to the room, eventually finding it in the pocket of my jacket. I unlocked the door and shouldered it open. I was exhausted. I wanted to sleep for years, not my usual four hours, even though it was only, what 5:10pm? Sammy was too busy furiously scribbling his homework down to notice me walking in. The kid looked like a mess, no offense to him. Papers were everywhere and the small kitchen area didn't look the greatest either. I would've cleaned it up if I wasn't too lazy.

I kicked off my boots and face planted right into the bed. Even the bed smelled weird. Smelt like, well, I'm not even sure what, but it smelt like shit. I closed my eyes with Cas on my mind. For once, I wasn't completing dreading school. Cas made it all better.

If only I could stay here forever.

Was it to much to ask to live a normal life? With a white-picket fence, a husband, maybe even a kid.

I drifted off finally, curled up into the covers, thinking of that so-called normal life I craved to have with Cas, a boy I barely knew, but so desperately loved.

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Cas' POV

I rushed into my house, closing the door gently behind me, not wanting to disturb any of my brothers and sisters. I could feel my heart still pounding against my chest, wanting to jump right out and run away to wherever Dean lived.