Meeting You (Destiel High School AU)

16. Blocks and Surprises

// Sam's POV

Sam grabbed a few blocks and placed them in a basket. He carried the basket over to where Gabriel sat, coloring.

"Gabriel! Come on! Let's build stuff." He beemed. Gabriel didn't look up and kept coloring. Sam's smile faded a bit, but he kept it all the same.

"Or we could color."

Sam wandered back to where he found the blocks and sat the basket down. He started placing the blocks back how he found them.

"Hello, Sam." A small but confident voice spoke behind him. Sam turned around and faced Sherlock, eyeing a few of the items you would use to play 'house'.

"Hello, William." He replied before continuing putting the blocks away. Sherlock smiled a litle and started counting a few items.

"Please, call me Sherlock."

Sam slowly nodded and kept piling the blocks. Why had he brought so many? This was taking too long. Sherlock walked over to a small broom and examined it closely.

"You sure seem to care a lot about Gabriel."

Sam slowed down and nodded again.

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you are new here. And you're already really good friends with him. You never leave his side."

Sam sighed and finished setting up the blocks.

"Well yea. He was lonely. I couldn't just let him stay like that."

Sherlock glanced over at Gabriel and then walked over to the play stove. He messed with the switches and buttons before speaking again.

"You know. When I got to this school, I was exactly like Gabriel. Except I could actually talk. No one really hung out with me, better yet, no one spoke to me. I mean sure, Molly, and Gavin would talk to me but I never really answered. . .and when I did, it was always something smarter than my age. Sally and Anderson don't really like me. But I was used to it all."

Sam instantly felt bad for Sherlock and how he was treated.

Sherlock pulled away from the stove and started straight at Sam.

"Then I met John Watson."

Sam's eyes widened a bit as he stood up.

"John was the one who actually spoke to me. He made friends easily. Sure people still tease me once in a while but John always stops them before I ruin their lives." He said quietly. Sam could've sworn he saw him smile. He never saw Sherlock Holmes smile.

Sam smiled, "Well I am happy for you both. I just don't see what this has to do with Gabriel."

Sherlock smirked and began to walk away.

"It's almost the same scenario." He whispered before calling over to his group. "John! Everything is in perfect condition for your game of house!"

Sam stayed there for a while. Not sure of what just happened. He slowly made his way back over to Gabriel and sat next to him. There were already paper and crayons waiting for him.

// Castiel's POV

The bell signaling lunch was over rang and Cas bolted up. He looked down at Dean and smiled.

"Well, Deanie, time to go." He said extending his hand.

Dean looked up at him, a slight blush on his cheeks and took his hand. Cas pulled him up a little too quickly because Dean, being the clumsy adorable dork he is, tripped over the leg of the bench and fell into Cas' arms.

Dean's head hit Cas' chest and Cas had to wrap one of his arms around his waist and the other holding his shoulder so he wouldn't fall.

Cas smirked and looked down at him. Dean looked up at him in shock.

"Easy tiger. At least buy me dinner."

Dean blushed darkly and looked back down, shaking his head against Cas' chest.

"I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean-- the bench-- I tripped!" He tried explaining, his hands moving up to Cas' jacket where he could hold on to keep his balance.

Cas smiled and tightened his grip around Dean's waist.

Dean quickly looked back up, blushing and eyes wide.

Cas' smile slowly faded and he just stared.

He noticed how green Dean's eyes were. So beautiful. Gorgeous candy apple green.

Dean also seemed to be looking deep into Castiel's eyes. His glasses were slowly sliding off of his nose, it made it easier for Cas to see him.

"Cas..." Dean whispered. And then Castiel leaned in...closing the space between them.

Dean's eyes widened as his glasses fell off him. He couldn't move. This was wrong.

Cas' grip around him tightened and Dean's grip on his jacket also tightened.

His eyes were still open. He. Couldn't. Move.

Cas pulled away after a while.

"I- uh-- oh my god I am so sorry Dean! I don't-- I can't-- I don't know what came over me!" He said letting go of Dean and stepping further from him.

Dean was blushing madly at that point. No words were coming out. He didn't know what had just happened.

Sure Cas had just kissed him but his head was being slow on processing the whole thing.

"Sorry..." Cas whispered. Dean shook his head slowly, but it turned to more frantic head shaking.

He walked up to him, picking up his glasses and gave Cas a chaste kiss on the lips before running off to his next class.

Cas smiled to himself and walked backwards before bumping into a tree and sliding down to the ground.

"Son of a bitch Dean...why'd you have to go and be so utterly amazing?"