Dean
Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock's hand slowly rotated, signaling to Dean that the day would never end. He was sitting in his math class, bored out of his mind. He really wanted to get out of the room right then and there, to see Cas. Dean had a crush on him for a long time. Dean dated a few girls, hoping that he could find one that would spark some attraction, but never could he find a girl as fine as Cas. RING. Math was over. Dean grabbed his stuff and ran out of the class.
As Dean was walking home from school, he decided to take the scenic route. His dad was home early, and Dean wanted to prolong his moments of peace and quiet. Instead of the left he usually took to get home, Dean took a right. This would add about 15 minutes to his walk. He thought about the day before this moment, every class he sat through dying of boredom. He already knew everything they were teaching him. Dean was advanced for his grade level. He had the intelligence of a college sophomore trapped in the body of a high school senior. Due to his smarts, he was ridiculed by basically everyone.
Dean had been absent-mindedly walking for the last 5 minutes. When he finally realized this, he looked up. Two things happened simultaneously at that very moment. One, Dean realized he made a wrong turn. Two, he walked head-first into a Stop Sign. He fell with a painful yelp. He lay on the concrete, the world spinning for what seemed like hours. He heard footsteps. Not light footsteps, heavy ones. Like someone was running. He heard a voice say, "Are you okay, Dean?" Dean, still shaken up from the collision, struggled to see the blurry person kneeling beside him. Finally able to focus, he saw Cas.
Dean flinched. He didn't expect to see Him, Cas, walking home from school. Then he realized that he had made a wrong turn, right in front of Cas's way home. Cas looked worried. "Are you okay?" Dean sat up. "Yeah, I'm fine." Cas put out his hand. Dean took it. He felt a powerful pull. He hadn't expected Cas to be so strong. He wasn't ready for it, so instead of standing up, he went up, then back down. Right on top of Cas. Dean was shocked. He didn't know what to do. He just awkwardly got off of Cas and kneeled beside him. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Cas turned over and smiled, "I'm fine, thanks for asking." Cas sat up. Dean looked at Cas and saw the big, ocean blue eyes he fell in love with in the first place. Dean realized he was staring and blushed. He stood up and so did Cas.
They both continued on their way home, which, of course, was the same direction. Cas was the first to speak. "So, Dean? How is it that we've been in the same school for over 4 years, and we've never talked?" Maybe because I'm too madly in love with you to even considering coming up to you on purpose. "I don't know," Dean replied. They talked the whole walk home. Dean didn't even realize he had walked with Cas to his house. He only did once Cas said, "There's my house. Talk to you later Dean." Dean smiled. "See you tomorrow," he said. As the door closed behind Cas, Dean immediately felt lonely. It was nice to actually have someone to talk to. He walked home silently.