A/N: Alright here's chapter 2. And I just wanted to apologize ahead of time if any grammar is weird or incorrect, this is the first fic I've wrote in first person so please bear with me :) Also I'm sorry this took so long. If I'd worked on it in all of my free time it would have been up a lot sooner, but I just got readdicted to Robot Unicorn Attack, so I seriously spent like an hour and a half straight playing the "Evolution" version today instead of typing so…yeah lol. But it's a super long chapter so yay!

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Chapter 2: Something Wicked

As I walked through the parking lot on Monday with Becky on one side of me and Chuck on the other something wicked began to happen; the sky had started puking on me. "Son of a bitch!"

Becky jumped and turned her head towards me, "What?"

"Snow," I hissed.

"You don't like snow?" Chuck asked with a laugh. "Dude, you're from Arizona, have you ever even seen snow before?"

"On TV," I defended, shivering. Sure in a way snow was better than rain because it wasn't as wet, but at the same time it was worse because it meant that it was too cold to rain.

The snow continued to fall and Chuck laughed harder until a soppy ball of the offending white substance smacked him in the back of the head. The three of us turned to look in the direction the snowball had come from and seen Kevin walking nonchalantly across the parking lot, in the opposite direction of his first class.

"He's so gonna pay for that," Chuck mumbled, leaning down to gather up a handful of snow.

"I'm going class," I told them, already retreating to the main building. "I'll see you guys at lunch!" No was in Hell was I getting caught in the crosshairs of a friggin snowball fight.

I managed to avoid the snow as much as possible as it continued to fall throughout the first half of the day while everyone else went on and on about how awesome it was.

At lunch time I walked into the cafeteria with Becky, Chuck, and Kevin, glancing over to the Cullen's to do my now, hopeless search for Castiel. I froze in place when I saw that my search wasn't hopeless today. There was Castiel, sitting quietly with his siblings as they chattered around him.

Someone pulled at my arm and I turned to see Becky, "What?"

Becky rolled her eyes, flashing me a smile. "Dean, I asked you what you wanted for lunch."

"Um…" I dropped my eyes to the floor, my heart beating erratically just from the sight of Castiel. "I'm feeling kind of sick actually. I think I'll just grab a coke."

Becky gave me a peculiar look, but shrugged, pulling me along with her. Once we had sat down at our table I silently sipped my soda while my friends talked around me. After a few minutes I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering to the Cullen's table again. Castiel's siblings were laughing and shaking snow out of their hair. Castiel himself wasn't laughing, just silently watching them with a small smile, tugging up the corners of his beautiful mouth. My eyes stayed on Castiel as he ate his cheeseburger, noticing that he look less pale than the last time I had seen him and that the small circles under his eyes were faded.

"Dean, what are you staring at?" Becky asked me, her eyes following my gaze.

Just then Castiel's eyes flickered up and met mine for a fraction of a second before I dropped my eyes guiltily. I had to resist the urge to look up again to confirm what I thought I had just seen. His eyes had no longer looked harsh or unfriendly, just curious. Probably wondering why some weirdo was staring at him.

"Castiel Cullen is staring at you," Chuck informed me with a small smile.

My mouth went dry. "Does he look pissed?" I asked, gluing my eyes to the table in front of me.

"No," Becky stated, sounding confused. "Should he?"

"I don't think he likes me," I confessed.

"The Cullens don't like anybody, Dean. Why should you care whether or not he-" Her words died out and her mouth formed a small 'O'. "You like him. Oh. My. God! You-"

"Becky…" Chuck gave her a small warning look.

She shut her mouth with a small snap and mimed zipping it shut and throwing away the key. "He's still staring," She whispered, smirking in Castiel's direction.

"Stop looking at him," I hissed. She giggled and I had to look up to make sure that she had complied, thinking about braking my 'I don't hit girls' rule if she hadn't. Thankfully she had moved her eyes back to the table and the conversation was dropped. I sighed and sat quietly through the rest of lunch while my friends planned an 'epic snowball battle' in the parking lot after school.

Once lunch had ended I headed to Biology, sighing in relief as I sat down at my empty desk. I was doodling on my notebook when the chair next to me shifted. My breath caught in my throat, but I managed to keep my eyes glued to my drawings.

"Hello," Said a quiet, gravelly voice.

The surprise of hearing Castiel's voice ripped my eyes instantly off of my notebook and onto him/ He was sitting as far away from me as the desk would allow, but his chair was angled towards mine. His beautiful dark hair was a soppy mess, his blue eyes curious, yet guarded, and his perfect lips pulled up into a small barely noticeable smile. "My name is Castiel," He spoke again, and Hell if that voice didn't give me chills in all the right ways. "I apologize for not having occasion to introduce myself last week…You must be Dean Swan."

My head reeled as I took in his words, searching desperately for something- anything –to say. "How the Hell do you know my name?" Real smooth Swan.

Castiel's smile widened a fraction of a centimeter. "I believe the entire town knows your name, Dean. You've been the most common topic of discussion in the town since your father announced that you would be coming to live here."

"Oh." Thankfully, before I could say something else charming and witty, the teacher began giving us instructions to separate and label microscope slides of onion root tip cells into the phases of mitosis, and that whoever did it correctly the fastest would be rewarded the 'golden onion'. I sighed in relief; at least I knew what all the terms meant.

"Get started," Mr. Singer ordered.

Castiel slid the microscope towards me, "You can begin, if you'd like."

"Ladies first," I said with a smirk.

Castiel tilted his head, his eyes squinting in puzzlement.

"It's a joke, Castiel," I explained with a smile.

He continued to watch me in confusion. "I don't understand."

I shook my head, mentally slapping myself, "Sorry, uh, I'll just start."

He gave me a small nod, sliding the microscope over to my half of the desk.

I exhaled slowly and began examining the first slide. "Prophase," I stated confidently. I began removing the slide, but suddenly one of Castiel's hands was stopping mine. His touch was freezing cold, but at the same time seemed to shoot a wave of warmth through my entire body. I gasped in shock, jerking my hand away from his.

"Sorry," He said quietly, his eyes blinking rapidly as if he had just experienced a similar sensation. "I just…would you mind if I were to double check?"

"No, uh," I cleared my throat, and slid the microscope towards him. "Go ahead."

He peered into the microscope for a split-second before whispering, "Prophase." He pulled the slide out, labeled it and slid the next one in. "Anaphase," He murmured in his raspy voice, which was way too seductive. I mean seriously how the Hell else could the word 'anaphase' turn me on? It had to be his damn voice.

I cleared my throat, brushing off my nervousness. "Mind if I check?" I asked in my best smart-ass tone.

He nodded, apparently choosing to ignore my tone and slid the microscope my way, being careful not to accidentally touch me.

I studied the slide for a moment before nodding. Dammit the bastard was right. "Anaphase," I confirmed pulling it out and labeling it. "Third slide?" I held my hand out without bothering to look up at him. He placed the last slide into my hand, again being careful not to make skin-on-skin contact. I slid the slide in and stated, "Interphase," Without really examining it, because seriously at this point what else could it be? I slid the microscope over to Castiel before he could ask for it.

"Interphase," He confirmed, labeling the slide.

His voice sent another shiver down my spine and straight to my cock. I cleared my throat, looking around the room to see that everyone else was still working. Crap. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, bringing my hand up to mouth to stifle a small groan as my erection shifted against the fabric of my jeans. I glanced up to make sure that Castiel wasn't aware of my situation. Naturally I was met with a pair of electric blue eyes staring out at me from a tilted head. "Did you get contacts?" I blurted without thinking.

His head remained tilted, his brow furrowing slightly. "No."

I examined his eyes closer, noticing that they had faint dark circles under them. "Oh," I mumbled, still staring into his eyes, "They just seem bluer today."

His eyes stayed on mine for a little longer before turning them back to the front of the class, still appearing confused.

I slumped down in my chair, mentally punching myself for what had just come out of my mouth. But I could swear that his eyes were bluer dammit! Either that or living in Forks was starting to make me lose my mind. Personally at this point I was beginning to vote on the second option.

I was pulled out of my head by Mr. Singer approaching our table. "So, Castiel, didn't you think that Chief's kid should get a chance with the microscope?"

"Dean," Castiel corrected, "Helped in the identification of all three slides.

Mr. Singer picked up our slides and slid them one after the other into the microscope to examine. He pulled the final slide out and turned to me with a suspicious look. "Have you done this lad before?"

"Not with an onion root," I told him with a sheepish smile.

"You think you're funny, don't you?"

What the fuck was this guy's problem? "I think I'm adorable," I replied with a grin.

Mr. Singer left our table, coming back a minute later to plop a large gold-spray-painted onion down onto our table between us. He gave me one last annoyed look before returning to the front of the class again.

I looked at the onion with a raised eyebrow for a moment then returned to my drawing. Suddenly I felt as if someone was staring at me. I looked up to see Castiel's eyes locked onto me. "What?" I asked, turning towards him.

"It's too bad that the snow stopped," He offered somewhat lamely.

"Not really," I sighed, trying to get back to my drawings.

"You don't like the cold..." He countered, making it sound somewhere between a question and a statement.

"Or the wet."

"Then why did you come here?"

I looked at him, slightly pissed, but my anger faded the second I seen the look of honest puzzlement on his face. "It's complicated."

"I believe I am capable of keeping up."

I sighed, giving in, "Alright, well my mom got remarried and it's not like I don't like the guy, Lex's nice enough, a little young maybe, but I'm not one to judge."

"So why didn't you stay with them?"

"He plays ball, so they were gonna start traveling a lot."

"So they sent you here?" Castiel was looking more confused by the moment and I had to resist the urge to reach out and smooth out the wrinkles on his forehead.

"I sent myself actually. Their traveling involves lots of airplanes and um…I hate flying so, I decided to come live with my dad for a while."

"But you're unhappy here."

"And?"

"And it doesn't seem fair," He told me with a small shrug.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you that life isn't fair?" I asked a little harsher than I'd meant to.

He seemed unfazed by my tone, his face becoming lost in thought for a moment. "Yes," He spoke slowly, "I believe I have heard that expression used before."

"So that's it," I shrugged as I returned my eyes to my notebook, trying for nonchalance.

I could feel his eyes on me when he spoke again, "You put on a good show, but I think it's all a façade. I think that you're suffering more than you'd like for anyone to know."

I looked up at him, trying to decide my next move. I was trying to decide between a) Sticking my tongue out at him like a bratty 5-year-old, just because, b) Punching him in his too-beautiful face for assuming that he knew things about me, or c) Kissing him square on the mouth for genuinely caring about me. Instead of doing or saying something I would most likely regret I stayed silent and frozen in place.

"Am I wrong Dean?" I stayed silent, ignoring his question. "I didn't think so."

"What does it matter to you?" I snapped.

"That is actually a very valid question," He muttered quietly, as if talking to himself.

I sighed and fixed my glare on the blackboard.

"Am I annoying you?" He asked slowly.

I sighed again, as I met his eyes, "More at myself than I am at you, for the time being. I just wish that I wasn't so easy to read."

"Actually, I find you rather difficult to read," He told me sounding 100% honest.

"Either way you still got that, so you must be a pretty good reader," I offered, biting my lower lip.

"Usually," He agreed, giving me a small smile.

I smiled back, scooting my chair closer. Suddenly the bell rang and Castiel disappeared from the room, not as fast as the last time, but still before anyone else.

I sighed, picking up my golden onion and left the room with Chuck who was complaining about how difficult the class was. "At least you're partner knew what they were doing," He huffed as we walked to gym. "I got stuck with Lisa Braeden."

"Who?" I asked, having no Idea who he was talking about.

"Only the hottest girl in school!" Chuck exclaimed. "But, uh, turns out she's about as intelligent as that onion you're carrying around with you and all she did for the entire class was have eye-sex with yours and Castiel's backs."

I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement.

"So, speaking of Castiel…you guys seemed friendly enough today," He grinned, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

I cursed the blush that spread over my cheeks- Dean Swan does not blush dammit –as I nodded

~o0o0o0o~

The snow had mercifully turned back into rain by the time gym was over and I gratefully climbed into my baby, turning her heater on. I glanced around the parking lot to make sure I was clear and my eyes landed on Castiel. He was parked a few spots away, leaned against a yellow, 2000-something Mustang, his hair a gorgeous, soppy mess. As soon as my eyes landed on him, he turned to me with a look of confusion in his eyes. I swallowed hard, quickly ripping my eyes away from his wet form and sped out of the parking lot in the opposite direction.

~o0o0o0o~

The next morning the light coming in through my window was brighter and I want through my morning routine with a smile on my face. My awesome mood was ruined the second I opened our front door and saw the dusting of snow covering the ground and my baby. I stepped out onto the concrete path, just to fall flat on my ass. Of course the rain had frozen into a sheet of ice under the Godforsaken snow!

I debated whether I should say screw it and go back inside, or pull myself together and go to school. Eventually the thought that I might see Castiel again got me up and slowly into Baby.

To my surprise she didn't slide off of the road on the way to school. I wondered how until I got out in the parking lot and seen the small silver chains encasing the Impala's tires. I smiled at the chains as a wave of affection for my father and his silent care washed over me. I was standing back up when I head a high-pitched screech. I whirled around and seen several things simultaneously.

Castiel was standing by his car a few spaces away, eyes wide in horror. My eyes shifted to what he was seeing: a blue van with a barbarian queen riding a polar bear painted on the side was skidding across the icy parking lot towards the back of the Impala; and I was standing between them. I stared wide-eyed at the van, frozen in place.

Just before I head the crunch of the van coming into contact with Baby, I heard a soft fluttering sound and felt something hit me from the side, knocking me to the ground. I groaned, closing my eyes as my head smacked against the blacktop. I gasped for air while something pressed me further into the ice-cold hardness that was the ground. I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was in fact on the ground, facing the car adjacent mine. I didn't even have the chance to register what color the tiny car was because the van was sliding straight towards me. Two pale hands suddenly came into my blurry field of vision, pressing out towards the van. The giant blue vehicle came to a halt barley a foot away from me as it came into contact with the outstretched hands.

I was gently shifted up into my unknown savior's lap as they leaned back against the Impala's front tire. There was a brief moment of silence and then the frantic screams of my name started. I squeezed my eyes shut in effort to stop the world from spinning around me and collapsed back into the strong body I was being cradled against.

"Dean, are you alright?" Came a low, rough voice that could only belong to Castiel Cullen.

My eyes shot open and I was met with Castiel's electric blue ones, centimeters from my own. "I-I'm fine," I managed to choke out, while trying to stand. His arms tightened around me, successfully preventing me from going anywhere. I looked back to him with wide, questioning eyes.

"Be careful, Dean," He instructed. "I believe you may have sustained a head injury."

I turned my head to face him fully and winced at the combination of the world blurring for a second and a sharp throbbing above my right ear. "Son of a bitch," I moaned, absentmindedly looping my arms up and around Castiel's neck.

"That's what I thought," He replied, seriously.

I looked into his impossible blue eyes, "How…how did you get over here so fast?"

Castiel's eyes flickered briefly up to the growing crowd on the other side of the van, then back to me. "I was standing right next to you Dean."

I tried shifting out of his lap again, this time he let me and as soon as I was seated on the ground Castiel scooted as far away from me as the broken glass would allow.

"Oh my God, is he okay?" People began pooling around the van, yelling for and at me.

"Get out of the van, Andy!" Another voice yelled.

Castiel stood in one graceful movement. I tried standing but Castiel leaned down to place his hands on my shoulders, keeping me in place. "Stay."

"It's cold and wet down here," I complained, trying out my best puppy-eyes.

Castiel kneeled down and scooped me up in his arms, being careful of my head as he lifted me bridal-style. "Better?" He asked smoothly.

I clung onto him in shock as I met his eyes again. He was impossibly strong; he'd have to me to pick me up so easily, I had at least two inches on him and a bigger build on top of it. "I saw you, Castiel," I whispered, keeping my eyes on his, "You were by your car."

His eyes hardened, "I was right next to you, Dean. I saw the van coming first and pushed us out of the way."

"No you weren't, Castiel."

"Please, Dean."

"Why?" I demanded, keeping our burning stares locked together.

His eyes softened slightly, "Trust me, Dean. Please."

"Do you promise you'll explain later?" I countered, "The entire truth?"

He hesitated for a second before his face and eyes hardened again, "Fine."

"Fine," I smiled, turning to see a group of EMTs pushing the van out of the way to bring a stretcher towards us.

"I'm fine," Castiel told them, "But Dean hit his head; he may be concussed." He set me down gently on the stretcher, our eyes meet for a split second and then he was walking away.

I groaned in annoyance as the EMTs placed a neck brace around my neck. As they loaded me into the ambulance I caught one last glimpse of the parking lot and seen Castiel's siblings, watching him with looks of hate and confusion as he made his way over. Then Dad showed up. "I'm fine," I assured him before he could ask.

He nodded, climbing into the ambulance with me for the ride to the county hospital. Once we got there they put me in the ER and nurses began taking my temperature and blood pressure. Finally after having the neck brace removed and being X-rayed I was allowed to settle into one of the hospital's beds.

"Dean!" Andy yelled as soon as I had laid back on the bed. "I'm so sorry; I hit the ice wrong! Are you okay? I don't know how I didn't hit you man!"

"I'm fine," I assured him through clenched teeth, "Just a bump on the head; Castiel Cullen pushed me out of the way. Don't even worry about it."

"Huh, didn't even see him around you," Andy shook his head, walking back towards his own bed. As soon as he was sat down on the edge of it he began apologizing again.

I groaned and closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound of his voice. I was just about to drift off to sleep when I heard a familiar voice, "Is he asleep?"

My eyes shot open to see Castiel standing at the foot of my bed.

"Castiel!" Andy shouted, "I'm so sorry, dude! Are you-"

Castiel held a hand up, silencing him. "Don't worry about it. No one was injured; that's all that matters."

I glared at him from my bed, 'no one was injured' my well-toned ass!

Castiel sat down on the bed to my right, offering me a small smile, "What did the nurses say?"

I sat up and spared him what I hoped was a sad, smile, "They say I'm fine, but they won't let me out of this Hell. And hey why aren't you strapped to a bed too?"

"It's all about who you know," He gave me another smile. "As for the Hell part…You'll be happy to know that I've come to raise you from perdition."

Before I could reply the doctor was coming in and he was well…kinda hot. Not in a Castiel-hot kinda way…not in any way really, but I still felt myself thinking of him as attractive, even with the dark circles under his eyes that matched Castiel's. He was young- late-twenties at the oldest –with brown hair and honey colored eyes that twinkled as he smiled at me. "You're Castiel's dad," I said more to myself than to anyone else in the room.

"The one and only, Mr. Swan," His face twisted for a moment. "Or Dean maybe? Personally I think it suits you better." He moved to my side, his eyes still twinkling, "So Dean, how are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling fine," I sighed.

Dr. Cullen nodded, moving over to look at the light board on the opposite wall where my X-ray was displayed. "You're X-ray looks good," He informed me with a smile, coming back to my bed. "How's your head feel? Cassie said you hit it pretty hard."

Cassie? I turned to see Castiel scowling at the older man and realized that Dr. Cullen had been referring to Castiel. I stifled a laugh, "It feels fine."

Dr. Cullen nodded. "Your father is in the waiting room. You're free to go home with him as long as you promise to come back if you start feeling dizzy or nauseous."

"Don't I get to go back to school?"

"I would suggest that you take the day off to rest."

I sighed and looked to Castiel. "What about him?"

"Someone has to return to school and inform the rest of the student body of your wellbeing," The blue-eyed menace told me.

"Actually," Dr. Cullen started, looking suspiciously like someone who was trying not to laugh or smile, "Most of the school seems to be in the waiting room."

"Son of a bitch," I muttered, throwing my legs over the side of the bed to stand up. I groaned as my head gave a dull throb at the sudden movement. I pushed myself up, accidentally standing too quickly and nearly fell on my face. Dr. Cullen caught me, his hands holding firmly onto my biceps. I shivered at his touch, his hands were cold like Castiel's, but didn't give off the same aftershock of heat.

"Be careful," He reminded me gently. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," I repeated for what I prayed would be the last time.

"Well it sounds like you were extremely lucky," Dr. Cullen said off-handedly as he signed my chart.

"Yeah, Lucky Castiel happened to be standing right next to me."

Dr. Cullen's hand faltered for a second, then he was nodding his head, "Yeah, Cassie's a pretty great kid."

My eyes widened. He knew. Dr. Cullen gave me one last smile, then moved over to Andy's bed. I turned to Castiel. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" He nodded tensely. "Alone."

He tensed further. "Your father is waiting for you."

"He can wait a couple minutes. I need to talk to you," I pressed.

Castiel moved down the row of beds and into the hallway so quickly that I almost had to run to keep up with him. As soon as we were both around the corner he turned. "What is it that you want, Dean?" He hissed, his voice as equally tense as his body language and sounding sincerely pissed.

Hi closeness and apparent anger made my own voice sound weak and unintimidating in comparison, "You owe me an explanation."

"I saved your life- is that not enough?"

I barely managed not to flinch at his voice, "You promised, Castiel. And don't give me that 'you hit your head, you have no idea what you're talking about' bullshit. Andy didn't see you either so…explain."

Castiel sighed, sounding exhausted, "What is it that you want from me, Dean?"

"The truth. I want to know why I'm lying for you."

"What do you think happened?"

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the wall, "All I know is that you were nowhere near me and then Bam! you were right next to me, pushing me out of the way and…stopping the van with your bare hands."

"You believe I physically stopped the van?" Castiel asked, looking at the patch of wall over my right shoulder.

I nodded confidently, setting my jaw.

"Nobody will believe you, surely you know this, Dean," He said in a defensive tone.

"I wasn't planning on telling anyone," I hissed.

"Then why is it of import to you?" He asked, finally meeting my eyes with a puzzled expression.

"I just wanna know why I'm lying for a dude I barely even know."

"Can you not just thank me and let this go?"

"Thank you," I whispered, making no signs of leaving the hallway.

"You're not planning on letting this go, are you Dean?

"Nope," I smirked, crossing my arms.

"I hope you have prepared yourself for disappointment."

We glared at each other in silence. I was the first to brake shortly after getting lost in his impossibly blue eyes. "If you're going to treat me like this then why did you even bother saving me?" I snapped as I jerked my eyes away from his, my voice coming out somewhat hurt despite my efforts to sound mad.

He opened his mouth, but stopped before any words could come out, his face clouding over with confusion. He slowly tilted his head to the side, "I don't know," He whispered, sounding lost.

I met his eyes for a second. They were bare and vulnerable. They held mine before flickering down to my mouth briefly then returning to my eyes. My breath caught in my throat and for a second I thought that he was going to fulfill my fantasies and press his perfect, plump, pink lips to mine. Then he turned his back to me and disappeared down the hall.

I sighed in anger, and disappointment, pushing myself off the wall and making my way to the waiting room.

The waiting room was filled with everyone in Forks- well not literally everyone, but it felt like it dammit! I sighed, ignoring their questions and headed straight for the exit, only looking back to make sure that Dad was fallowing me.

When we got to his cruiser he cleared his throat, "You might wanna call Karen."

I turned to look at him openmouthed, "You told Mom?!"

"Sorry," He mumbled.

I groaned, pulling out my phone and dialing my mom's number. Mom answered on the first ring and talked my ear off for the entire ride home and walk up to my room. After telling her for about the thirtieth time that I was really perfectly fine, we said our goodbyes and I hung up. I slowly exhaled, crawling into my bed for a nap.

You'll never guess who I dreamed about.

A/N#2: So yay for the second chapter! Let me know what you think :) Oh and did I mention that I love reviews? Well I do and if you leave one I promise to have the next chapter up way sooner :) Promise.