Not A Mark [Destiel High School AU]

4. Lift Up Your Shirt

Castiel's POV

I wake up to the sound of my phone going off. The dull buzz wouldn't usually wake me, but for some reason it did today. I roll over, groaning at the ache in my bruised rib cage, as I reach towards my nightstand. Blinking rapidly to clear my vision, I'm surprised to find that the name on the caller ID is Dean's. Brow furrowed, I answer.

"Hello? Dean?"

"Uh hey, Cas. Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Uuuuhhhh- yes. But I was going to get up in a few minutes anyway," I reply slowly, dragging a hand through my unkempt hair.

"Oh, well I just wanted to know if you wanted to meet up for lunch today?" Dean asks nonchalantly. Though, I thought it sounded hopeful. Must have been my imagination.

"Sure, are you thinking center of the cafeteria, or closer to the windows?" I ask, my gruff morning voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Hah. Yeah, no. Uh, I was thinking maybe we could meet just off campus; there's a parking lot next door, then we could walk up the hill to the pizza place. Do you know the one?"

"If not, I'll find it eventually. You're not worried about people seeing us?" I ask, putting my phone on speaker, and shuffling towards my closet to search for some clothing.

"I'll take the risk for you."

With that, I begin to smile, not realizing that it was just at the sound of his voice. "I'm touched. I'll see you then."

I hear a "later," and the line cuts off.

Still surprised that Dean called me, I pick out my outfit, perhaps dressing a bit nicer than I normally would have. It also takes longer, due to the soreness in my chest and upper arms. Walking downstairs, I find that I'm still smiling, thinking about our short conversation. When I see Gabe at the kitchen table, I drop the light grin almost without realizing it.

I spend the rest of my morning too distracted to do any real work. I've only got two classes before lunch, both of which are spent thinking about Dean. What are we going to do at lunch? Is this more of a pity ask, or does he sincerely want to be my friend? Is it possible that he's just luring me off school grounds so that his crew can get to me again? I sigh, resigning myself to the fact that I won't find out for another hour.

Dean's POV

It's finally lunch time. I've been restless all day in anticipation for lunch. I don't even know why I'm nervous about the thought of being with Cas, all we're doing is grabbing some pizza at lunch. It's not like we're going on a date. I hadn't even been able to work up the courage to ask him to hang out until I saw him at his and Gabriel's house. I think back to when I was holding his chin, looking into his intense eyes. I can picture them easily; bluer than the ocean.

Shaking my head to release these odd thoughts, I rotate around once more, my sharp eyes scanning the thinning crowd in the parking lot over for Castiel. I turn back, contemplating beginning a text to him after a few minutes.

"Hello, Dean," I hear a gravelly voice behind me say. I whip around to see Castiel hovering directly behind me, near enough that our bodies are close to brushing together.

"Woah," I say in return, taking a step back. I would have mentioned personal space to him, but truthfully, It surprised me how much I didn't mind him being that close to me. "How's it going, Cas?"