Smoking In the Boys Room // Destiel

Chapter 23

Yo I suck at updating now. I'm sorry guys :( I just had a crazy move across the freaking country and I've been recovering from that and doing school and ye so hello again

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"Why do they even call it 'Christmas' break? Why can't we call it like Holiday break? Or even Winter break? Why do we have to call it something so blatantly denominational?"

The trio plus Garth, Ash, and Balthazar sat around the plastic lunch table munching off of a collective potluck of snack foods as Charlie ranted about the shortcomings of the very un-woke choices of the white, Christian, cis male school board. Jo nodded and shrugged with Garth in indifference while Ash slowly chewed what everyone assumed was some kind of edible.

"I'm not trying to be all social justice preachy or whatever, I'm just saying that theoretically, if I were Jewish, I would probably feel some type of way about it being called Christmas break when I didn't even believe in the 'Christ'." Charlie continued, off in her own little world.

"I feel you Charles, it's okay. No one thinks you're being preachy." Cas diffused. "But hey, at least we get like, a month off." He shrugged.

"Amen to that." Jo piped up.

"I can't wait to be done. We just have to make it through today." Garth said, groaning as he lay limp on the table.

"You only have half a day left, I think you'll survive." Jo said, patting his head.

"I think I need a kiss to keep me going." He said weakly, picking his head up and making puppy eyes at her while puckering his lips.

"Go to hell." She rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Cas, are you and your boyfriend doing anything fun?" Charlie asked as she tried to balance a chip on her nose.

He tensed a bit despite Castiel's mysterious, unknown, closeted boyfriend now being a regular topic of discussion for the lunch crew.

"Maybe, we hadn't really talked about it." He said, looking down at the table.

He really hadn't talked to Dean about it. He didn't want to seem too clingy, he knew Dean was an adult and had shit to do that didn't involve him, so he hadn't ever brought it up. They spent Thanksgiving break apart because it was so short, and Castiel figured that they'd both be busy with their families. He had made the decision that if Dean brought it up, he could talk to him about it, but he didn't want to be a bother and bring it up himself. He felt childish and needy whenever he suggested anything along those lines, which part of him knew was a little irrational, but that's the kicker about irrational thoughts. They overpower everything else because they don't abide by any logic or reason.

"Aww, Cassie, why not?" Charlie said, pushing her bottom lip out poutily.

He shrugged. "Well since he still wants to keep it a secret, it's a lot harder to see each other when our families aren't super busy with work and everything. And his family is, uh, like really religious. So Christmas and family and all that shit is a big deal to them." He lied. Lying didn't feel good. And it never got better. He wanted to tell everyone and let them in on his life, but he couldn't jeopardize Dean's career because of him.

"Yeah, that makes sense. Well, I hope you'll get to see each other a LITTLE bit." Charlie said, giving up easily. She always did when it came to respecting the privacy of someone in the closet hiding from oppression. She knew how it felt. To open up and be ridiculed and punished because of it. It was a line she made sure to never cross, and while that was something Castiel really respected and admired about her, he felt horribly guilty taking advantage of that vulnerability.