Castiel sighed.
Being on a bus with a huge amount of high school assbutts was usually one of the things he despised most.
But today…things were different.
As Castiel got on the bus, he met the gaze of the most beautiful "grass-during-the-midst-of-June" green eyes. He smiled and bashfully ripped his gaze from the emerald beauties to the grimy, shaking floor of the bus. He walked over and sat next to the other boy, awkwardly placing his hands on his lap, noticing, half-ashamed, that his hands would fit perfectly into the hands of the other youth.
As though he'd read his mind, the other boy grabbed one of Castiel's lithe hands and kissed it gently, then cradled it against his cheek. Castiel reacted after the other boy got away with his devious act, and his face flushed darkly as he gave a squeak.
"D-Dean!" he sputtered, nearly dying internally of ecstasy and embarrassment.
He pressed his heated face into Dean's shoulder for a moment to calm himself, but not long enough for any of the other people to notice. Dean intertwined their fingers and squeezed Castiel's small hand.
"I missed you, Cas," Dean murmured, almost inaudible over the roar of the others on the bus.
Castiel felt tears rush to his eyes as he heard that. He looked out the window, the scenery blurred by his misty eyes.
Dean dejectedly looked at their joined hands before he heard a small "thank you" from Castiel, who hadn't looked away from the window as he was too embarrassed. The blonde nodded and smiled, still looking down as to not embarrass the other boy further.
No words were spoken after that, because none were needed.
The bus rolled to a stop in front of their school as Dean and Castiel untangled their hands. They walked down the aisle and down the bus' steps before stopping in front of the school. Dean brushed Castiel's hand with his own.
"Looks like it's back to missing you…" Dean trailed off. He locked eyes with the other boy, the sky and earth connecting.
Castiel nodded, then turned and headed towards his first class. Dean watched Castiel walk away before turning away himself.
Castiel would never admit that he turned to look back at Dean.