Not A Mark [Destiel High School AU]

14. Not A Mark

A/N Folks. *Clap* It looks like this story is drawing to a close. This is more of an Epilogue. As my first story, I will miss writing it. I hope it does well. Thank you for being a part of this.

pLeAsE lEaVe CoMmEnTs I dEsPeRaTeLy NeEd FeEdBaCk. Bruh, I'm fourteen, and this is my first story. I don't even care if they're mean or negative comments, I just need to know something.

Lastly, the random series of dots and dashes below all of my A/N's are Morse code, if anyone wants to decipher those.

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3rd Person POV

Dean took Castiel to the hospital to get checked out. He had a concussion, fractured wrist, and a few cracked ribs, not to mention the bruises that stayed for weeks afterwards. That was a month ago.

Since Dean's 'final showdown' of sorts with Crowley, the school has been so much better. After a while of hesitation, and skepticism from the others, people finally began to express themselves. The air of the school has dramatically changed; there is a lighter, less oppressed feeling around the building. Students are staying longer after school, there are more couples around, and people have begun come out as whomever they want to be.

No one has been happier, or more relaxed at school, in a long time. Apart from the gang of course; they've been mostly dissolved. Some smaller flocks remain in clumps, just as friend groups. As most of the school has trust issues with these groups, they are avoided, and find trouble making any other friends. They have no choice but to stick together, in isolation.

Castiel's POV

Along with the rest of the school, Dean and I have been great. He came over to my place for dinner, to more formally meet my dad. It certainly went better than the time I had dinner with his family, although Gabriel is still pretty protective.

Today is Valentine's Day. This is the first year that I've ever had someone to celebrate with, so I decided to have a special date night with Dean. He's supposed to be at my place at 6:00 pm. By 5:30 I'm ready; I've showered, tried to tame my hair, and gotten dressed. Now I'm just walking around aimlessly, just making sure everything is in order.

Finally, minutes later, I hear Dean's knock at the door. I rush over to open it, smiling when I see Dean.

"Hi, Cas. Happy Valentine's Day," he greets me, leaning in for a hug.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Dean." I release him, and take a side-step, gesturing inside.

"How are you doing?" He asks, hanging up his coat on the rack next to the door.

"Better now that you're here," I reply, with a quick kiss.

"He smiles, through the kiss, asking as he pulls away: "So are your dad or Gabriel here?"

"Nope. Dad's out on a date, and informed me that he probably wouldn't be making it home. I also forced Gabriel out, so we can have a nice quiet night, without his disruptions."

"Excellent," Dean says with a smirk, snaking an arm around my waist to pull my body in closer to his. We close our eyes as he tilts his head, fitting his mouth neatly against mine in a sweet kiss. Our lips move in perfect sync, creating an electrical feeling as we slowly begin to move faster. I place a hand on his shoulder, and the other on the side of his face. He licks my bottom lip after a few moments, and I part my lips to allow our tongues to meet. They intermingle warmly, but sweetly, as we explore each other's mouths.