Twisted [A Destiel Highscool AU]

Chapter 15

At the beginning of the week I thought that going to school would be unbearable, but it got easier as the week went on. Or, I got numb at least. The days when I manage not to look at Cas are the easiest ones. I can almost pretend he's not there.

But at night, when Sam's in bed and I'm in bed and I'm alone with my thoughts... sometimes a few tears fall. And I always end up with my wings curled around my body. I find that blocking out the world really helps. And if I sometimes pretend that they're Cas' wings instead of my own and that we're wrapped up in each other and nothing bad had ever happened- well that's my own affair.

I'm still grateful when the weekend comes. It means at least a short break from the constant reminders of Cas. I don't understand why this is hurting me so much, it's not like we were dating and broke up, or were even that good of friends. It just hurts.

I wake up exhausted on Saturday. Honestly, I'm just looking forward to a weekend of doing absolutely nothing. I roll out of bed and don't even bother to put on a shirt before I stumble down the stairs to find Sam already in the kitchen, quietly eating a bowl of cereal.

"Hey," I mumble, shuffling to the fridge and pulling it open in the hopes of finding something that sounds good. "How'd you sleep?"

"A lot better than you, apparently." Sam takes another bite. "No shirt, huh?" I grunt and glare half heartedly at him and he shrugs. "I don't mind. You know I don't."

I sigh and reach into the cupboard beside the fridge, and just then there's a knock on the door. I freeze. "Crap," I whisper. "Crap, I'm not- I can't- Sam, go see who it is."

Sam nods, eyes rather wider than usual, and slides off his chair so he can dart to the door. I make a dash for the stairs as he pulls the door open and I hear him start to talk to whoever it is as I run up them two at a time. Sounds like a man.

I throw my bedroom door open and scramble for a shirt, wrapping my wings tightly around my torso as I rush to pull the tshirt over my head. I hurriedly pull my leather jacket on over that, then scramble down the stairs just as Sam lets in- fuck. Mr. Novak.

Sam stares at me with a look that says 'I'm sorry, he wouldn't go away' and I just give him a small nod to let him know I understand.

"Dean," Mr. Novak says with a small smile. "Hello."

"Can I help you, Mr. Novak?" I ask calmly, politely. No point in pissing off an adult, angel or otherwise.

"I wanted to talk to you about Castiel's... behavior." His tone grows quiet, sadness and disappointment leaking through his voice. "It was absolutely inexcusable, what he did."

"You're damn right it was," I mutter. He looks at me for a moment before he starts talking again.

"Dean, is your father around? Samandriel tells me that your mother has passed away, but I would like to speak with your father. To apologize."

"He's away, on a business trip," I lie smoothly. "Won't be back for another week at least." He stares at me again, looking slightly confused.

"Aren't you rather you to be- no, sorry. Not my business. I'm sure your father knows what he's doing." I frown at him when he says that, a bit confused, but before I have time to ask he continues yet again.

"I've come here to invite you and your brother to come to our house for dinner tonight. Castiel wishes to make a formal apology and my wife and I thought it would be a good chance to show both of you that our family can make up for how you've been wronged. I hope very much that you'll accept our invitation," he finishes simply.

I stare at him, because what? What does all that even mean? Their family can make up for... wow. They must really be close, all of them. They must really care about each other or something.