Just Shut Up, Will You?

by shipeverythingandanything

Destiel HS AU WIP. Slightly angsty, but shouldn't do too much feels. There may be triggers, so just be forewarned (suggestions of abuse, at the moment.) I prob won't update, as this was just an idea that I slapped onto paper. Ah, well.

"Hey, Cas," a voice said. Castiel flinched. It was Dean. He swallowed.

"Hi. What are you doing here?" he asked. Too bluntly, he thought. "I mean-" he corrected. "You have your friends, and it's lunch-"

"Which is now over. You're, like, the only one in the lunchroom, so I thought I might let you know. Is everything okay?" Dean interrupted. Cas felt clammy.

"Yeah," he lied, forcing a cheery smile. "Just tired." Dean didn't look convinced.

"You sure? I mean, you never miss the bell."

"Yeah, well, family, you know?" It was part truth. Dean frowned.

"You sure you don't want to talk?" Dean asked, definitely concerned. Dammit. Why couldn't Dean just shrug it off or just ignore him like everyone else did? It wasn't something he wanted other people to know. It was his business, and his alone. "I know something about family problems, myself," Dean continued, a bit quieter. Cas smiled again. He felt sick.

"Totally. Thanks, though."

Dean started talking again. "Well, if you do, I just want-"

"I said I don't want to talk!" Cas shouted. Fuck. People were looking. He felt his chest tighten up, his lungs restrict. He couldn't breathe. Shit.

"Dude, okay. Just trying to help. Sorry," Dean mumbled.

AN: Yeah, this sucks so far. It's okay. I get it. It's a story idea that I had and kind of scribbled out just to see, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be so I posted it. Ah, well.