Behind Blue Eyes

Chapter 2

January 9th, 1989

7:49 am

Dean got to school and paused for a minute. He had walked down a hallway he hadn't recognized and he was extremely confused. He suddenly realized he was going the wrong way. He turned the corner and there were more blurry numbers he didn't recognize. He eventually ended up back where he started. Dean sighed and went down the right corridor, ultimately getting to the room and sitting in the back. He tried to focus, but the whiteboard was fuzzy and his head was pounding. He rested his head in his arms, hoping he wouldn't get in trouble.

11:32 am

Dean sat alone at lunch again. He was extremely confused, disoriented, and just overall out of it. All he wanted to do was just go home, but he couldn't leave Sammy at school by himself. He saw a blurry figure standing in front of him. He was able to make out piercing blue eyes, so he assumed it was Cas.

"Hello, Dean," Castiel said, sitting across from Dean. Dean wasn't listening but he did notice when Cas furrowed his brows. Cas must have realized that Dean wasn't understanding because, soon after, he waved his hand in front of Dean's face. "Dean, are you okay?"

Dean squinted, trying to get his eyes to focus. He looked at Cas as the words finally formed a sentence in his head. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," he muttered, looking down.

Cas furrowed his brows again and looked closer at Dean. "No, Dean, you're not fine. It looks like you have a concussion. I've been studying this recently because I want to be a surgeon one day and..." he trailed off then cleared his throat. "Well, anyway, you should go to the nurse," he suggested.

"No, Cas, I-I'm fine..." Dean murmured after a few seconds of silence. He couldn't really understand Cas, but he was able to tell that Cas wanted him to go home, or something along those lines. Truthfully, he wanted that too.

Cas sighed. "Dean, you're not responsive, you look like you can't focus on anything, you're sluggish, pale, and your words are slurred. You need to go to the nurse," he grabbed Dean's arm to help him up, but Dean retaliated.

"Cas, get off me!!" Dean shouted, pushing Cas away. Dean put his head down on the table and trembled. He felt bad for pushing Cas away but he didn't want Cas thinking he was too weak. He did want to help Cas, but he was too confused to think of what to do.

Cas stood and tears welled up in his eyes. People around them laughed at them and Cas sat back down across from Dean. A moment of awkward silence passed before Cas finally spoke up. "I'm sorry, Dean. I just wanted to help, but I should've asked and... and I'm sorry for that," he said, hesitantly looking over at Dean.

Dean looked up at Cas, squinting his eyes. When he finally registered Cas' words, he started to panic slightly. "No, Cas, I'm so sorry I-I didn't mean to..." he wanted to continue on, but whatever he thought of disappeared quickly.

Cas smiled softly at Dean. "It's okay," he said, quietly. Cas looked up then blushed. He must have noticed that everyone was staring at them. "Can we talk after school? Here, how about we exchange numbers just in case you forget?" Castiel blushed slightly more as he spoke.