Carry On, my Angel: a Destiel Story

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A month later
Castiel's POV
I sat in the break room at work, trying to study for a final. I only had two weeks to study until midterms . I graduated two years early in highschool. For six years I've been in school, now I'm two years away from getting my doctorate and finally starting to do major work here.

I'm an angel with a shotgun starts playing, and I noticed it was a call from Dean. Pushing my books away from me, and answered it.

"SAMMY, DO NOT USE THAT SIGN LANGUAGE WITH ME. BITCH, NO!" I flinched as I heard Dean's voice, screaming in my ear.

"Umm, Dean?"

"Heya Cas, sorry about tha- Ben I'm on the phone, can you ask Uncle Sammy?"

I heard mumbled voices in the background, I felt myself start to smile.

"SAMMY COME HELP BEN PLEASE, I AM TALKING TO MY FRIEND. THANK YOU, SAM. Sorry again Castiel. How are you?"

I laughed softly, "It is fine, I was studying when you called."

"Oh, do I need to let you go?"

"No, it's fine. I couldn't focus anyway."

Dean chuckled, he had a beautiful laugh.

"I hate that, I'm sure you will do great."

"Thank you, I have read the book four times now, but you can not be too safe."

He laughed again, and I joined in too.

"That's true. So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out this Saturday?"

I thought about my weekend plans. Nothing.

"That would be great, where?" It occurred to me that hanging out with a man I met only a month ago, might not be a brilliant idea.

"My house?" he suggested.

"Sounds great," then thought about it. "You aren't a serial killer are you?" I was being dead serious.

He laughed again, "No. I'm not a serial killer, I promise."

"Okay good."

"You're very trusting aren't you?"

"It would seem so,"

We talked until the end of my break, and I smiled as I got a text with Dean's address.

I can't wait until Saturday to hang with such an attractive guy. I mean polite guy, I am not going to find him attractive. He's just my friend.