Imaginary Lover

Chapter 10

A/N- HOLY CRAAAAAPPPP!!!!!!!!! 1K?!?!?! Seriously!?!!?!? You guys are the best readers ever. I love you all so much you have no idea. I never thought it'd get this far, maximum 500 reads maybe after 6 months of writing. thank you for proving me wrong :D

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For two days Dean refused to interact with anyone but family. In that time, Bobby managed to make his trip. He was supposed to come for the funeral but had twisted his ankle, making it difficult to travel. He was the only one that Dean was talking to openly and completely, not even Sam or his mother. It was one way to figure out what Dean was thinking about and they were glad that Dean was at least talking.

Charlie had stopped by once to see how Dean was doing without a Castiel by her side. Dean was glad because he didn't want his boyfriend to see him falling apart and be disgusted by it. He hadn't made any attempt to contact him either. Why would he want to text me anyway? He's probably going to break up with me when he sees me next. No one wants to deal with a broken person, he had reasoned. It had killed him and was making it difficult to maintain any kind of self-composure when he was reminded of him in any way.

It was Wednesday and he was on his way to college at Bobby's request. "Look, you can't stay cooped up in here boy. Go to class, direct your energy; you'll feel better. If after two days you feel worse, stay back home. Deal?", he'd said. Dean had nodded and woken up the next morning to go. He'd texted Charlie on the way and told her that he was coming to class so she didn't have to email him his assignments.

When he got to college, he'd made his way to class and was sitting in a corner focussing solely on the lecture. It was one of those classes that he didn't have with Charlie and he was glad because he wasn't ready to face her yet. With his attention directed, he felt better and managed to get all the notes he needed without a hiccup.

After another hour, he met up with Charlie. She was looking at him in a way that made Dean feel like he was a weakling. "Charlie, don't look at me like I'm this 5000 year old vase from the Ming Dynasty that's in shambles and is about to turn to dust", he said.

"Sorry, I just- I don't know what I should say or how I should act", she said apologetically.

"Just be normal, your worshipfulness", he said and gave her a small smile with a little bow. That relaxed her and they talked normally. In class they discussed the new Constantine episode and when they were done, she cautiously brought up Cas.

"He wasn't in class today", she said softly.

"What? Who?", Dean said absentmindedly. He was concentrating on what the teacher was saying which to him was very interesting.

"Who?! Cas, you goose! He hasn't been in class since last week!", she said.

Dean sighed before replying, "Can we not talk about him please?"

"But why? Aren't you wondering why he hasn't showed up?", her questions laced in curiosity and surprise.

"I do but I feel like I won't be able to talk about him without breaking down.", he said.

She stared at him and didn't push it further. Seeing he was distracted she pulled her phone out and texted Cas.

Charlie- You both need to talk. He's in class today

The reply came after a couple of moments.

Castiel- I doubt he wants to talk. He's probably mad at me for not calling him or texting him and never wants to see me again.