Our Love Will Never Fade (Destiel High School AU)

Chapter Forty One

*PLEASE READ* (I know that I should have done this sooner, but I kept forgetting. Before I write Dean's birthday, I wanted to change everyone's age. I messed up on the ages. I'm an idiot and I was writing too fast to pay attention. Dean, 17. Castiel, 17. Gabriel, 15. Sam, 14. Anna, 18. Michael, 22. Sorry if it's confusing.)

Saturday Afternoon

{Dean's POV}

   I was trying to do my homework, for Cas, but I had no idea what I was doing. I kept having to read the same sentence over and over. My phone started ringing. I grabbed it and saw Cas' name flash.

   "Hey Cas. Great timing." I leaned back in my chair.

   "Dean. It's Anna."

   "Oh hey Anna. Wait, is everything okay? Is Cas okay?" I started panicking.

   She laughed a little. "Yes. Everything is fine. Cas is taking a shower. I need to talk to you. About Cas."

   "Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

   "Well. When our mom passed away, Cas had this way of dealing with it. A bad way. He would stop eating and just kind of keep to himself. He never told me why he stopped, but he's doing it again. I tried talking to him. He doesn't want to talk. I was hoping you could talk to him. He would listen to you."

   I sat there, absorbing what Anna told me. Cas never told me this. Well, he never really talked about his mom. I never wanted to pressure him in talking about her.

   "I'll talk to him." I told her.

   She sighed. "Thank you, Dean. I really appreciate it."

   "Sure. Listen, if he does anything like this or something is wrong with him, call me."

   "Of course. Thanks again." The line went dead.

   I put my phone down and ran a hand through my hair. Now I'm worried about Cas. Why would he do this? It doesn't make sense.

   After about half an hour, I decided to call Cas. He should be out of the shower by now. It rang a few times.

   "Dean!" He sounded bubbly.

   "Castiel." I used my parent voice.

   "What did I do? You don't use my whole name. Am I in trouble?"

   "Why the hell are you starving yourself?" I asked.

   He sighed. "Dean, I don't want to talk about this."

   "We're talking about this now or I'm racing over there, shoving a burger in your face, then talk about it."

   "Fine. Race over here." He sassed.

   I groaned. "I can't. My dad won't let me go. You know that."

   "Look, there's nothing to talk about. Just let it go."

   "How am I supposed to let it go? You're making yourself sick."

   "I'm fine, Dean."

   "Cas, just please talk to me. I never pressured you into talking about your mom, but now that I know that you did this when she passed away-"

   "I never told you that. Who told you that? Was it Anna? Or Gabriel?"

   "Anna called me while you were in the shower. Don't be mad. She's worried about you. I'm worried about you."

   There was a long pause. I checked my phone to make sure he didn't hang up.

   "When my mom died, I was depressed. Who wouldn't be depressed when their parent died? I was close to my mom. I cried for days on end. I'm not starving myself. It's just, I'm not hungry. Michael took me to see a doctor because he noticed I wasn't eating also. My doctor told me it was just part of grieving. You have my permission to call me crazy." Cas' voice was soft, almost a whisper.