The class was noisy as usual as Cas sat by himself looking through his new black rimmed glasses. He'd been there for the last hour and was the first to arrive by a long way. He always was. Like every typical American high school, there were cliques although a few months back he got turfed out of his own group of nerds after not wanting to watch Star Trek with them. Now he sat alone wandering in his own mind, waiting for someone to pull him out.
He did not get the person he wanted. Tyler, the blonde haired blue eyed jock who sat behind him through a paper ball at him. Cas flinched a little as it had woken him up and Tyler and his friends laughed.
Tyler said threateningly, Cas refused to turn around. A few seconds passed then he felt the hard thwack of a hard back book on his head. Cas clenched his jaw, his eyes welling up from the pain but still refused to turn around. He was too tired from last night to pick a fight. The new semester had triggered his anxiety disorder and so he barely scraped 2 hours sleep the night before the first day back. He was on the highest dose of Sertraline available for his age, but it still wasn't working.
His teacher walked in, a well respected young man with dark hair and stubble, dressed in a button down shirt, tie and trousers. Following closely behind him was a new face Cas didn't recognise. An attractive guy, young enough to be a new class member, walked in with a confident saunter, close cropped browny blonde hair spiked at the front and smooth tan skin.
The teacher, Mr Anderson, began with a sarcastic edge and warm smile. He said then turned to Dean. He asked.
Dean replied with a nervous smile at the class. Cas glanced at him curiously and Dean caught his eye for a second and Cas looked back down at the desk.
The teacher said, smiled and sat down on his seat behind the desk. Cas tried desperately not to look up, but he had to gauge him. Would he be another like Tyler? Dean wasn't dressed like him, in his black shirt, unbuttoned plaid shirt and thick brown leather jacket. He knew that the seat next to him was free and Cas's heart began to race. His anxiety was getting worse as his hands clammed up and his chest started to hurt as the butterflies built in his stomach. All new people and places had this effect on him, he didn't like change, especially changes like Dean. Cas drew in a breath slowly as he tried to calm himself, then a bag hit the ground next to him and startled he looked up, wide eyed to see Dean sat across from him. Cas looked back at his desk before Dean noticed and forced himself to calm down. He couldn't have a panic attack on the first day. Surely? He shut his eyes hard and breathe in slowly as the class got louder again.
A new deep voice asked. Cas subtly glanced over at Dean, who was turned around to Tyler.
Tyler warned harshly. Cas's mouth tugged downwards slightly and he bit the inside of his lip and swallowed. The bell rung clearly through the air and Cas stood and exited as fast as he could. Not looking back as he forced back tears.
Lunch time was one of the worst times for Cas last year. He had to queue up to get his lunch in the canteen, and that'd be bad enough with all the people around but what was worse was the jocks sat on the table next to the queue. It wasn't just him who got picked on there. Loads of people did. The juniors and sophomores alike. So Cas stopped eating there, and eventually stopped eating altogether during school. He couldn't stand it and his parents couldn't afford it, so instead every lunch time he went to the library, found his corner, in a fairly secluded area of the large library and hid behind a cabinet for the duration of lunch and napped when he could, but mostly he just thought about things, worked himself up then calmed himself back down. It was fairly cramped but no one ever disturbed him and it was peaceful. Today was one of those lucky days when he could sleep.
He suddenly jolted awake much later on. He looked around panicked, no noise in the library not even the usual shuffle of footsteps. His chest began to ache as he got anxious. He climbed out of his hiding spot and walked around the bookcase to see the clock. He'd missed half of the last lesson of the day.
He muttered then ran out of the library.
Five minutes later he burst into his biology class, all eyes fixed on him. Cold stares eating away into him as he slowly made his way to his seat at the side of the class.
His teacher began, a elderly large man with wispy white hair and thick glasses that made his eyes look tiny. Cas froze behind his seat and looked up as his heart beat heavily in his throat.
Cas replied shakily. It was a legitimate excuse given the bell doesn't ring in there and he might have had a free. He sat down carefully and the teacher turned back to the board. He looked around the room. The eyes were facing front again as the teacher began to speak, all except one. Dean was looking at Cas curiously then looked away and clenched his jaw as soon as Cas looked back. He probably thinks I'm a freak. Cas thought to himself, opening his book to the last page, smoothing out the paper as he began to copy from the board.
Throughout the lesson the teacher continued to pick on Cas because of his late entry. Making him answer questions on a range of subjects involved in plant respiration. A subject he obviously couldn't care less about, but one he was familiar with since he'd been blessed with a very good memory given that that's what school was all about. One big memory test after another, most of the information never being useful again. The downside of his good memory was that he could remember everything anyone had ever said to hurt him. Every word had been ingrained onto his memory, becoming the first and last things he thought about. Freak. Weirdo. Fag. Cas the ass. Loser. Nerd. And so many more. Not just spoken insults. Ones punched onto his teeth, or into his eyes, blackening it with hatred, sometimes his ribs. A few bones had been broken over the years but nothing too serious, Cas had learnt to avoid the guys who'd targeted him. He learnt to take different routes home. Alternating them. Avoiding certain locations and never going out past 7. It was messed up but it kept him safe.
The bell rang and the class began to pack up their things. The teacher said expectantly. As some people left Cas walked towards the man, his bag slung over his shoulder.
The teacher said harshly, Cas nodded.
He said quietly then walked away. Dean walked out just before him and bumped the door open for him.
Cas said quietly. Dean half jogged to catch up with him. Cas looked over at him, looking scared.
Dean asked, raising an arm slightly. Cas flinched away from his arm then looked down at his feet.
He replied in a low husky voice not looking up. Tyler barged into him heavily making Cas drop his bag, it broke open as it hit the floor and scattered his things across the hallway.
Tyler commented harshly as Cas dropped to his knees to hurriedly pick up his things.
Tyler taunted, picking up a bottle of Cas' anti-anxiety drugs and giving them a shake. Cas looked up frightened.
He demanded weakly from the floor. Tyler half smiled and held it above his head.
He sneered. Cas reached up weakly, just as he was about to grab it, Tyler moved them up. Cas stood up leaving a few books still on the floor.
Cas said clenching his jaw as his chest began to hurt again, he winced in pain as a wave went over his chest. Tyler shook the bottle tauntingly above Cas' head. Cas tried to jump for it but Tyler moved it higher. His chest pains worsened as he buckled over, clutching his chest.
Dean spoke up, Cas glanced up surprised he was still there then yelped as another wave of tension crossed his chest. Tyler and Dean glanced at Cas then looked at eachother.
Tyler taunted.
Dean said raising his voice slightly. Cas forced himself to breathe slower even though his heart was pounding through his chest. Cas yelped again and shut his eyes tight as he fell against the wall, hitting his head hard and sliding down to the ground with his knees up to his chest.
Dean called to Cas who painfully looked at Dean then nodded at the pills, given it was too painful to talk. Dean commented, understanding. Took a step forward, clipped Tyler's knee causing him to lose his balance wrenching the tablets out of his hand with his left hand then punching him on the cheekbone with his right knocking Tyler back several feet. Dean threw the tablets to Cas who hurriedly opened up the pot and tipped it up in his mouth. He accidentally swallowed two, but the pain was so severe in his chest he didn't care anymore.
Tyler said holding his cheek slightly as he sauntered off with his friends.
Dean asked rhetorically shaking his head as he bent down to pick up Cas' other books. He handed them to Cas who was now more relaxed. Dean asked, kneeling down to his height.
Cas wheezed. Dean looked taken aback.
He asked again, softer. Sitting down next to Cas, back against the wall. Cas eyed him up cautiously. He didn't know how to judge him, so he didn't and assumed after what happened that he'd be kind.
Cas replied, breathing more steadily then turned to stare blankly at the wall opposite him
Dean commented then turned to face Cas again.
Cas said, pulling his bag towards him and slinging it on his shoulder.
Dean replied standing up.
Cas replied as Dean offered out his hand.
He replied and Cas took his hand and Dean pulled him up, misjudging it slightly and Cas bumped into him.
Cas muttered then looked up to see Dean's face inches away. His eyes glistened for a moment then he let go of Cas' hand and looked away.
Dean replied then hurriedly walked away. He called, not turning around. Cas watched him go, furrowed his eyebrows then started walking out too.
The next day.
Cas sat up suddenly, the hot covers falling just below his chest. Rising and falling fast as he hyperventilated, his pupils heavily dilated. He took in his familiar surroundings and began to calm down. He glanced over at the LED clock. 3:48am. He rolled his eyes back into his skull then leant down the side of his bed to pick up his sketchpad. He flipped it to a blank page and began to draw what he'd seen. His nightmares had progressively gotten worse since the stress of a new year had gotten to him. Violent disturbing images of monsters beyond imagining, ripping him apart and torturing him. He'd often wake up shaken in a pool of sweat. Often too awake to get back to sleep for several hours. So he'd decided that instead of wasting that time letting the images sink in, he'd draw what he saw and dissociate with it so he could analyse it. Making something good out of a god awful situation. After an hour of drawing eventually he could persuade his mind to think of happier things. He went through the usual list of good images when a new one arose which took him by surprise. Dean. Castiel was confused at first as to why he was seeing the new boy in his mind. Then clarified that Dean had acted as a life saver, giving his mind hope and therefore embedding itself as a positive force. Or at least he rationalised it to this.
Cas glanced back over at the clock. 5:42am. Then smiled, he might actually be able to get back to sleep tonight.
Gabe called from the dining table as his little brother sleepily walked into the kitchen.
Cas asked rubbing his eye. Gabe frowned.
Gabe commented, shovelling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. Cas got a bowl down from the cupboard, put it on the table next to Gabe and gave him a look.
Cas replied taking the cereal and pouring it in, followed by some milk and hastily ate his breakfast. Gabe watched him as he finished his bowl stood up and put the milk in the cupboard and the cereal in the fridge then walked out without a second glance.
Gabe muttered looking worriedly at where Cas was once stood.
At School
Cas was sat alone in the classroom, sketchbook open on his desk to his last drawing, he glanced up at the clock. 8:15. Most people wouldn't start arriving until 8:45 so he had half an hour before he had to shut his sketchbook, but for now he could relax and fall into his own mind. He took out his biro and began to draw his brother Gabriel.
Lost in his own mind he didn't hear someone come in the room.
Dean perked up and Cas slammed the sketchbook shut and looked up at Dean wide eyed. He said sitting down and dropping his bag on the floor and Cas looked a little calmer as he looked back at his sketchbook.
Cas replied eventually.
Dean asked gently with an outstretched hand, and Cas slowly shook his head.
He replied dragging his fingers across the cover, then he looked back up at Dean and cocked his head slightly to the left. He asked cautiously and Dean shrugged, putting his arm back down.
He replied and Cas looked apologetic. Dean regarded him for a second then laid down on the floor, hand on hip with his top leg pushed forward slightly.
Dean mocked in a camp voice and a smile whispered across Cas' lips. Dean grinned back and stood up.
Dean commented, referring to Cas' smile then sat back down on his chair again. Dean asked looking around at the otherwise vacant room.
Cas replied, the smile fading from his lips. Cas asked, putting his sketchbook away.
Dean replied and Cas nodded in recognition. Cas thought for a moment then braved himself up to ask Dean a question.
Cas said gently and Dean looked upset for a moment.
Dean replied and Cas' eyes lit up and his chest swelled, not in pain for once.
Cas replied and Dean held onto his eye contact and his mouth twitched up at the corner. Cas stared back and an eyebrow raised. Dean clenched his jaw trying to force a smile away, not succeeding he looked down at the floor and blushed. Suddenly another student walked in the room and Cas looked away from Dean quickly and focussed on the table.
After lunch time.
Cas walked down the corridor, dodging in and out of peoples way trying to navigate through the large school. The bubble of noise around him is very loud, making him nervous. Being in school with a condition like his is hell, you have to be on the constant look out for possible triggers which in itself is a trigger. Most disorders aren't visible but if you look closely, his is. Fiddling with fingers, nervous eyes glancing around, tensing his jaw and the odd twitch, it looks pretty minor but on the inside it's like trying to contain a volcano. Bubbling and boiling inside of him waiting to attack his heart and his vision for another full blown panic attack. The lava in his veins, coursing through him making him clench his fists and twitch every now and then to release some tension. He hated his disorder but he pushed through it, deal with it so his mom wouldn't have to worry. It's true he cared more about his family than his own well being. Admirable to some, deadly to others.
Dean saw him and called out his name, assuming it was another bully Cas kept his head down and walked a little faster. Dean ordered and Cas' heart began to pound. Dean tapped him gently on the shoulder and Cas flinched away causing him to bump into another student. He put out his hands apologetically and kept his head low. Dean said pushing through the crowd to walk next to him. Cas looked up and his face relaxed.
Dean asked and Cas looked guilty.
Cas stuttered.
Dean asked, surprised that Cas looked so upset about missing him. Cas looked up suddenly at Dean.
He said harshly and Dean raised his eyebrows. He apologised again.
Dean asked.
Cas replied. He offered.
Dean replied smiling. He corrected then coughed masculinely as they arrived at their class. They walked in.
The teacher commented, thinking he was hilarious. A few class members chuckled quietly as Cas waited with Dean at the front.
Dean said offering out a hand. The teacher took it and shook it firmly.
He said then nodded at a bare faced young lady with faded shoulder length red hair in an Avengers shirt with a spare seat on the left of her.
The teacher said sarcastically. Cas opened his mouth to speak then shut it again and moved to his place next to a slender attractive girl.
Dr Zachariah offered.
Dean replied, watching Cas carefully.
He replied and Dean looked around the room. The only space being next to the new girl so he moved there and sat down next to her.
She said quietly, smiling sweetly. She asked as the teacher handed out textbooks. Dean nervously smiled back.
Dean replied He asked leaning on his elbows.
She replied and Dean could hear her New Zealand accent.
A boisterous loud boy called from the other side of the room.
She yelled back. The teacher turned around both impressed and shock.
He said in warning tone and put Romeo and Juliet in front of her then moved onto Dean.
She replied confidently. She added quietly and Dean laughed a little, she turned to him and smiled. She asked innocently.
He said.
She replied and looked down at the book. She commented.
Dr Zachariah asked sitting down in his chair at the front.
She replied.
He replied. He said condescendingly and she nodded, not responding to his childishness then looked around the room with her hands in the air.
The teacher intervened.
She said, acting out different parts, then sat back down and looked at the teacher who was utterly gob smacked.
He asked and she shook her head and shrugged.
She replied, cross armed.
He ordered pointing with a shaking arm at the door. She stood up confidently walked towards the door, then just before she left she winked at Dean.
She called and Dean and a few others laughed.
One student suggested and the teacher looked like he might explode as he stood up knocking the chair backwards and stormed towards the door. The class fell silent as he slammed the door.
He demanded and the class listened eagerly.
She replied calmly.
He yelled, pointing at himself.
He asked childishly.
She replied and a few kids in the class exchanged glances.
He asked angrily she looked confused.
She replied
He corrected.
She called through the door. She concluded.
He replied, sounding desperate.
She said and he had been listening closely.
Dr Zachariah replied and the class looked at eachother shocked. Jay smiled a little and he opened the door. As he moved Jay noticed a couple of teachers in the hallway staring.
She called to them and walked back in the room. The teacher following afterwards.
He announced as she fist bumped a couple of kids then sat down.
The loud boisterous boy asked.
She replied smiling and glanced at a couple of people around the room then noticed Cas who's face was very troubled and uncomfortable. She noticed the girl sat next to him, staring at him intently then glanced below the desk. She was stroking up his thigh.
Jay called frowning the girl didn't look up. She repeated louder. The girl looked up with a sneer.
She snapped, still stroking Cas' leg.
She ordered and the class looked over at her and Cas shut his eyes as she stroked up his crotch. Jay stood up and walked directly to her.
She said putting her hands on the table and staring intimidatingly into her.
She said.
Jay said sternly and grabbed the arm that was touching him and the girl tried to throw a punch but she grabbed that wrist too.
She growled then looked over at Cas. She asked Cas.
Dr Zachariah replied. Jay let go of the girls wrists and nodded at Cas who stood up eyes to the floor and walked out with her.
Outside she stood a foot from him a little way from the classroom. She asked gently, careful not to move towards him. He nodded wiping away a stray tear. She moved towards him slowly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he hugged her around her waist.
She said and kissed his hair and tried to pull back but he held on tighter, they hugged for a long time then she spoke up. She asked and he pulled away letting his arms drop to his sides, his wet eyes dripping hot salty tears every now and then, slowly he nodded.
He croaked.
She replied walking with him.
When they arrived Cas showed her to the seats near his hidey hole. They sat down and Cas looked worriedly up to her.
He asked.
Jay replied, Cas seemed to smile for a moment, but it didn't last long as he fell into thought.
He replied cautiously.
She asked gently, he regarded her for a moment then replied.
Cas replied looking guilty.
She replied shocked.
Jay said holding his hands. He looked up at her with puppy eyes then furrowed his eyebrows and began carefully.
He asked gently and she smiled weakly.
She began and looked down at her hands, holding his gently. She paused looking down. She finished and looked up at Cas. She said then got a Biro out of her pocket. She asked nodding to his hand. He nodded back and she wrote her number on his hand then turned it over and drew a heart on his palm.
She said and kissed the middle of the heart and he smiled and blushed heavily.
Cas said pushing his bottom lip into his top lip.
Dean asked gently, walking over to the two Jay looked up.
Cas replied looking up at him.
Jay asked and Dean shook his head.
He asked and Jay smiled.
She replied and Dean knelt down next to Cas.
Cas asked and Dean smiled.
Dean replied and Cas smiled back.
Cas replied.
Dean replied then glanced over at Jay. Jay nodded in respect.
She replied.
Cas suggested.
Dean asked.
He replied and Jay raised her eyebrows.
Jay commented and the two gave her a funny look. She finished and Dean laughed standing up with Cas.
Dean commented quietly as they walked through the library. Cas in the middle of the two.
She replied
Dean replied smiling and Jay blushed and looked down.
She replied and glanced at Cas who'd been watching her.
Cas asked gently and Dean looked hurt for a moment then pushed that face away and put on a happy mask.
She replied simply.
Dean asked.
She replied.
Dean asked gently and she smiled at him.
She said opening the door to the classroom.
The end of the day
Dean called from the doorway of his younger brother's classroom. The younger boy turned around and smiled at Dean then looked confused at the sight of Castiel.
Dean introduced.
Sam said shovelling his big back pack onto his shoulder.
Dean replied and Cas smiled. They walked out of the junior school and turned right down the long road. Sam had been watching Cas closely.
Sam asked.
Dean looked down at him.
He asked innocently and both Cas and Dean blushed heavily and Cas looked down whilst Dean shook his head smiling.
Dean replied and glanced over at Cas who's face was turned to the ground, he looked up at Dean without moving his head then turned away from him and smiled. Sam observed the two for a moment and jumped his eyebrows.
Cas asked smiling. Dean swallowed nervously then looked up to see someone he recognised in the distance.
He began and Cas followed his line of vision. Dean breathed out slowly, knowing that was a narrow escape.
Cas replied.
Dean asked as she watched the girl cross the road with a buggy.
Sam perked up.
Dean replied furrowing her eyebrows.
Sam said in a matter of fact voice.
Dean asked then stopped walking. Dean said nodding his head at the house they'd stopped at. Cas' face fell. Dean offered and Sam smiled to himself.
Cas replied and twitched a smile. Dean nodded back at him.
He said turning to the house. Sam waved at Cas who waved back and headed on down the street.
Later that evening.
Cas shut the door behind him as quietly as he could and tip toed up the stairs.
Gabe began as Cas tried to tip toe past his door. Cas sighed and turned to the door.
He replied and the door opened suddenly. Gabe's previously pissed off face suddenly fell to worried and shocked.
He asked looking Cas up and down. Cas turned away and tried to walk to his room. Gabe ordered and he slowly turned around, facing the ground. Gabe came out of his room and walked towards his little bro. He asked and touched Castiel's bruised cheekbone gently, Cas flinched away and looked up at Gabe with sorrow in his eyes, then he shook his head and tried to turn away. Gabe grabbed his shoulder and Cas yelped in pain and fell to his knees. Gabe let go carefully then knelt down in front of him.
Gabe ordered and nodded to Cas' room. Cas nodded slowly and got to his feet and went into his room, Gabe following closely behind and shut the door.
Gabe helped Cas take off his v neck sweater then Cas undid the buttons on his shirt and took it off carefully, showing his pale thin torso. Castiel's right shoulder was heavily bruised especially on the collar bone. Gabe looked at it closely, it was snapped in the centre, jutting outwards.
Gabe commented wide eyed, then glanced up at Cas who's face looked apologetic. Gabe asked.
Cas replied and Gabe sighed, inflating his cheeks slightly.
Gabe said looking seriously at Cas who swallowed wide eyed and clenched his jaw. He said then pushed at the bone and it snapped into a straight line again. Cas yelped out, holding his arm.
He wheezed.
Gabe replied turning away and walking out the door.
A couple of minutes later he returned with a sling and tied it carefully around his brother's neck.
Gabe ordered and left once again. Cas sat down carefully on his bed and looked down at his arm, resting limply in the sling then cursed at himself for walking Dean home. That route was banned on his watch and guaranteed to see bullies. So why did he go that way? And why did Sam ask if he was Dean's boyfriend? There were so many questions that couldn't possibly be answered until Cas saw Dean again.
Gabe said, walking back into Cas' room.
Cas said, smiling sweetly.
Gabe said carefully hugging Cas' good side and kissing his cheek with loud sounds. Cas started laughing and tried pushing him off.
He said playfully and Gabe lost his balance and fell on top of his brother onto the bed Castiel's knee landing fully into Gabe's crotch. Gabe buckled over and fell off Cas, curling up on the bed next to him.
Gabe commented and Cas frowned.
Cas replied and Gabe looked up at Cas, still holding his balls.
He replied weakly.
Cas asked, still smiling.
Gabe retorted.
Cas said trying to stifle a grin, Gabe sat up slightly and edged off the bed, reaching into his pants and moving things around.
Gabe said and turned his feet to face the door. Gabe said and Cas nodded back at him then Gabe shut the door. Cas listened for Gabe to go back into his room then Cas stood up and walked to his window and watched the sun set. Then shut the curtains and single handedly took the rest of his clothes off, changed into boxers and lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling with the more delicate arm resting on his chest as he pulled up the duvet. He silently prayed for an easy nights sleep then shut his eyes.
7:00am
Gabe called as he cheerily trotted into Cas' room. Cas opened his eyes slowly and squinted at Gabe.
Cas croaked, rubbing his eye and sitting up carefully.
Gabe replicated in a poor French accent. He said proudly dancing around the room. Cas laughed breathily.
Cas asked in a disbelieving tone.
Gabe teased.
Cas corrected and Gabe lowered his head and twitched his eyebrows.
He replied. He said then laughed at his own musings and left the room. Cas smiled and shook his head. Gabe had always been the trickster of the family, pulling pranks on everyone and making them laugh. He is Cas' last hope.
As Cas buttoned up his shirt and rolled up the sleeves he heard yelling downstairs.
Gabe yelled.
He retorted.
Gabe shouted back angrily.
He challenged.
Gabe retorted and Cas shut his eyes and blocked his ears.
A couple of minutes later the door slammed, Cas took his hands off his ears and listened. Dead silence. He dared not call out for his brother so he waited in a poised position to see if his Dad was still in the house. He didn't hear any further movement, so he grabbed his bag and tip toed down the stairs and out of the house.
When Cas strolled wearily into his classroom, Dean was already there. He was sat, feet up on the table, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, he slid his feet down and jumped up suddenly.
He asked wide eyed walking towards him. Cas glanced down at the sling.
Cas replied and Dean looked suspiciously at him.
He asked, Cas panicked a little then spewed out the first thing that came into his head.
He replied and Dean winced sympathetically.
He commented and Dean raised his arm to put it on Cas' good shoulder, Cas flinched away and Dean looked confused for a second.
He said with his arm still poised in the air Cas swallowed nervously and clenched his jaw. Dean continued and slowly put his hand on Cas' shoulder. He asked cautiously and Cas twitched a half smile and nodded. Slowly Dean moved his hand along Cas' shoulder to his neck and rested it there for a second and glanced at his lips. Cas looked confused and intrigued as Dean's thumb caressed the skin next to his jaw line.
Cas asked gently and Dean took his hand away disheartened and looked at the ground.
Dean said quietly then turned and walked towards the door.
Cas called after him.
Dean replied then shut the door behind him.
In the toilet Dean charged into a cubicle and pulled his pants down over his hardened member and leant back against the wall as he jacked himself off almost silently. Someone walked into the bathroom and called out.
Cas called and Dean stopped and opened his eyes wide.
Dean replied defensively.
Cas replied and Dean clenched his jaw as he pulled up his underwear and jeans, flushed the toilet and walked out to see Cas standing there, staring at him. Dean forced a smile.
He said, glancing away from him. Cas regarded him for a second, deciding whether or not to ask. He sighed quietly then began.
He asked cautiously, and Dean looked scared as he tried to push past Cas who put an arm on his shoulder and stopped him from walking any further. Dean looked up to Cas, trying to read him. His defensive mask fell and he now looked fragile and weak. Cas continued a dark smile creeping across his pinkish lips as he stood in front of Dean and looked up at him. Cas rested a hand on Dean's neck. He breathed, and glanced down to Dean's lips which opened submissively under Castiel's intense curious stare. Suddenly someone crashed against the boys bathroom door.
The someone called in a familiar New Zealand accent. Cas and Dean exchanged glances then walked fast towards the door. Dean went out first to see Jay holding Tyler by his collar and shoving him against the wall Cas looked past Dean and watched. She growled loudly then chucked him onto the floor. Tyler lay there shocked for a couple of seconds then scrambled to his feet and ran away as Jay paused in an animalistic posture, she stood up straight, watching Tyler run and muttered. To herself then turned and saw the two boys, wide eyed poking their heads out of the boys bathroom. A smile shone across her face.
She called walking towards them and Dean stared intently.
Cas asked stepping out of the doorway.
She commented then looked suspiciously between the two. she asked quietly and Dean shook his head and forced a smile.
He replied and Jay lifted her head in recognition.
She commented with a glint in her eye and Dean bitch-faced as Cas blushed. She asked nodding at the sling.
He replied hastily not making eye contact.
She replied quietly and Dean looked worriedly over at Cas who glanced up at him with an apologetic look on his face.
Dean asked simply turning back to Jay.
She replied suppressing a smile as the two boys moved out of the doorway completely and walked back to their classroom with Jay.
Dean defended and Jay stood in front of him and whispered in his ear.
Dean looked down suddenly to see she was lying then looked up to see her massive grin.
He said with a bitch-face.
Cas interjected curiously.
Jay replied walking alongside Dean who regarded her for a moment, confused and she raised her eyebrows and shook her head as a and he sniggered a little and looked at Cas.
He stated and Dean glared at him.
Dean replied and glanced over at Jay as they walked into the classroom. A few heads looked up, including a girl with her hair in a tight pony tail chewing bubble gum.
She said to Jay.
Jay replied without a second glance watching Cas closely, as he looked nervously around the room. She asked quietly and Cas looked up and tilted his head in question.
She added and Cas cautiously glanced around the room then stared intently at her.
He asked and Jay looked guilty for a moment.
She replied and Cas looked down furrowed his eyebrows then glanced up at her.
He asked.
She said quietly and Cas nodded. She said then gazed down memory lane. She concluded finally and regarded the two boys for a second before her eyes widened and she looked up at the clock. she said quietly then left.
Lunch time
Dean was leant against the wall of the foyer of the library and glanced down to his watch. Cas should be here by now. He breathed out slowly and looked down the hallway to see a familiar face uncomfortably walking towards him, eyes glancing up at him every now and then. Dean half smiled and stood forward a bit. He called as Cas got closer who's lip twitched upwards and puppy eyed Dean.
He replied quietly as a group of people walked out the library. Dean waited for them to pass then spoke.
He asked gently nodding sideways to the door.
He replied and Dean smiled and pushed open the door for him. Cas nervously walked in before him as Dean checked out his ass subtly, forming perfectly in his blue denim jeans as he followed Cas to his corner of the library. They sat down on the cushioned chairs, Cas tucked his legs up to his chest and Dean sat with his legs spread open with his hands resting on his legs clasped in the centre.
Dean asked and Cas nodded guiltily.
Cas replied and Dean looked pitifully at him.
He asked.
Cas said then looked at the carpet. He finished and a few seconds past.
Dean commented quietly and Cas looked up at him, twitched a half smile then looked back down.
He replied.
Dean asked, immediately regretting such a stupid question.
He said then pointed at the wall of cabinets. Dean stood up curiously and pushed through the chairs to have a look in the opening. He glanced over at Cas then went inside the cubby hole. Cas tilted his head slightly when he didn't re-emerge and decided to follow him in. In the darkness he could only just make out Dean's body hunched up in the cramped space, watching him closely as Cas crawled in and sat opposite him and they stared at eachother for a while, in a comfortable silence. Then Cas looked down and smiled.
Dean asked.
Cas replied looking back up at Dean who tilted his head. He finished and Dean looked concerned in the low light.
He asked gently and Cas' eyes glinted.
He replied and Dean smiled.
Dean replied and Cas looked scared.
He asked and Dean looked surprised that Cas was so scared.
Dean said and Cas relaxed a little. Dean began and Cas shifted uncomfortably.
Cas replied, embarrassed.
Dean asked.
Cas said quietly and looked at Dean cautiously.
Dean said and Cas shuffled over to him as he opened his arms and Cas rested on his chest just below his chin. Cas was shaking at first and then slowly sunk into him and relaxed as Dean put his arm around Cas.
Cas began and Dean looked down at him. He completed and Dean smiled combing his fingers through Castiel's soft dark hair then trailing it down to his neck.
Dean whispered and Cas nuzzled into him as a nod. He said then laid down carefully and Cas moved with him, crawling on top of him a little and lay listening to his heart beat. Then moved his hands to the sides of Dean's head and stared down at him and tilted his head slightly, Dean smiled up at him in the dark and gently took hold of Cas' nape and pushed his head towards himself just as a click of a camera fired behind them, flashing brightly around the darkened area and Cas sat up suddenly, and Dean scrambled to his feet and pushed past Cas who's heart began to race. He panicked then stood up and peered around the edge of the cabinet. Dean was chasing after someone through the library. But from here he couldn't tell who. Cas' chest began to hurt and he collapsed to the floor knocking a stack of books over. They fell loudly to the ground as Cas hissed in pain at his chest. Jay poked her head around the side of the book case, then jogged over to Cas as she recognised him.
She asked, crouching down next to him.
He tried then grunted as another wave of pain crossed his chest.
She asked and he nodded. She said and lifted her hands up as she inhaled. Cas tried to copy but it was difficult. He yelped out as his chest worsened. She asked and he nodded slowly. She pressed two fingers to the side of his neck and felt his pulse, fast and irregular.
Cas began through short ragged breathes.
She said calmly.
He completed then sucked air in.
She asked, lowering her head and Cas pointed roughly to where the door was.
She asked.
He screeched and Jay tried to stand to leave but Cas grabbed her wrist. He requested and she nodded singularly then looked round at a small gathering of people.
She asked turning back to Cas.
He said hoarsely wincing. She turned back round
She ordered a small girl with plaits and glasses. She yelled and the girl jumped into action, a few moments later she returned carrying the bag limply.
Jay said letting go of Cas' hand and taking the bag off the girl and opening it up hastily. She searched around in the main pocket for a while then frowned and tried the front, smaller pocket. She breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled out the small yellow tablet container as Cas yelped out again. She gave the bottle to him and he opened it up and swallowed one.
She said as he shut the lid to the medication and handed it to her. She put it back in the bag for him and felt a hand on her arm. She looked down to see Cas holding it tightly and pulling it towards him. She offered and he smiled, still hyperventilating. She sat down next to him and pulled him onto her lap, holding him close and gently stroking his cheek with her thumb. His breathing quickly calmed down after a few minutes and he slowly fell asleep as she gently rocked him.
Shortly after lunch.
Cas' eyes fluttered open to the sound of Jay's soft humming. He sat up suddenly.
Jay soothed and Cas relaxed a little.
He said trying to move off her lap.
She asked and Cas stayed on her lap.
Cas asked glancing at Jay.
She replied and Cas looked fearful She soothed and Cas looked around.
Jay replied and he nodded, she clenched her jaw then spoke. She asked quietly and Cas looked fearful as his eyes twitched nervously around the room.
He tried, not making eye contact.
She replied and Cas looked down guiltily.
Cas said nervously.
She replied and he shook his head. She asked gently and Cas thought for a moment then nodded confidently.
He replied, getting up.
Jay replied smiling and standing up next to him, then started to wiggle her legs.
He asked curiously.
She replied, stamping her left leg on the ground in an attempt to stop the fizzy feeling in her legs. Cas smiled guiltily.
he said walking in time with her out of the library.
She replied.
At the end of the day, by the lockers
Dean called opening his locker. Cas looked up from his locker and a couple of books, a folder and his backpack fell out onto the floor. Dean slung his bag onto his back and slammed his locker shut then half jogged to Cas to help him pick up his things. As they both reached to pick up the Romeo and Juliet text book, Dean's hand landed on Cas' and they looked up at eachother. Dean blushed then swallowed.
He said, tightening his grip on Castiel's hand. He offered, eyes glinting.
Cas replied, holding eye contact as he slowly slid his hand out of Dean's grip and put the book in his bag. After a couple more moments of picking up Cas' stuff they stood in unison and Cas shut his locker door.
At Dean's house.
Dean unlocked his front door and walked in. Cas followed gingerly, and took off his shoes at the doormat then shut the door behind him.
Dean yelled out. No reply, Dean looked over at Cas and nodded happily. He commented then walked up the stairs Cas following him, sneaking glances at Dean's ass. Dean pushed the door to his room then stood back to let Cas go first. As Cas walked in, Dean gently grabbed his shoulders and Cas spun around and put his hands up in defence. Dean looked confused. Dean said, and Cas clenched his jaw.
He said then turned back round. Dean hid his smile from Cas as he slowly took his tan trench coat off to show a suit jacket underneath. Dean raised his eyebrows as he hung up the jacket on the back of his door.
He asked as Cas remained facing the other way.
Cas replied simply and Dean put his large hands back onto Cas' shoulders gently.
He asked reaching for the collar. Cas nodded in response Dean pulled his suit jacket off, revealing a tight fitting white polo shirt. Dean turned around to hang the jacket up as Cas took the top of Dean's leather jacket and pulled at it. Dean put his arms down to help him, as Cas slid it off showing his black t shirt. Cas handed the jacket to Dean who lifted his arms up to put it on the hook, pulling his shirt up which showed the top of his boxers and his tummy. Cas stared at it and licked his lips. As Dean turned round to face him, a couple of inches away Cas met his eyes. Slowly, Dean tilted his head down to Cas' and shut his eyes.
Cas began nervously, Dean opened his eyes quickly and tried to gauge Cas' emotions. Was he scared? Unsure? Did he get the wrong message? He finished and looked down, embarrassed. Dean brushed his finger tips against the edge of Cas' jawline then gently lifted up his chin.
Dean whispered shutting his eyes and leaning forward, Cas hesitated then leaned up to him as their lips touched. Cas' lips were soft and full as Dean suckled at them, pursing then releasing as gently as possible. His heartbeat began to race and his breathing quickened. Cas cautiously started to kiss back, sliding his blue eyes shut, wrapping his lips onto Dean's bottom lip, feeling his heat breathing into him. Dean danced his hand through Cas' raven hair, feeling the strands fold under his finger tips. Cas slowly, cautiously raised his hands and put them on Dean's hips, then moved them further around his body, pulling him closer as Dean pulled at his hair slightly. Cas sighed a groan, pulling away a little from Dean's lips, which curved upwards at his sounds.
Dean asked quietly, this time watching Cas' face crease and fault as Dean pulled at his hair again. Dean asked cautiously and Cas nodded. Dean bent down slightly and kissed Cas' neck. He whimpered softly into Dean's ear.