A/N: Oh my goodness guys! I am so sorry about the very, very, very late posting of this chapter! I can't believe it's been this long! But now that I am on summer break I have more time to update and create more stories for your enjoyment ^-^

Well, I will leave you alone now so you can read this chapter…

God, what is his problem? And why do I care so much? Dean glared at the road he was driving on while flashbacks of his last period at school kept playing in his head. He couldn't help but remember the way Castiel's body moved so gracefully out of the classroom or how deep and gruff his voice was.

Dean felt a rush of heat flash through his body. But what did I do wrong? Why does he hate me so much? Those questions had been running through his mind over and over, like a broken record, and Dean just couldn't think of the reason.

He had never talked to Castiel before, never bothered him; so why did he hate him so much? Dean slammed his hand against the steering wheel in frustration. God, why am I being such a girl about this? I don't care what he thinks of me. I don't care if he hates me!

But even as he was thinking it, he knew it was a lie. For some reason, he cared what Castiel thought of him…a lot.

Dean shook his head and the same questions flashed through his head again. Why do I care so much? I just don't understand it…

His mind probably would have gone on forever with the stressing questions, but every thought was cut short when he saw the very person he was just thinking about ran up onto a grassy field. The way Castiel was running, he looked like he was running away from something, and Dean had done enough of that to know what it looked like.

Dean pulled his Impala to a stop on the side of the road and got out, making sure to lock the doors before making his way quickly up the field towards Castiel. When Dean was only a few meters away from him, Castiel started to yell at the sky.

"WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!" And as those heart-wrenching words were torn from his lips, Dean watched as Castiel fell to the dirt and began to sob.

Dean was frozen in place. He had no idea what the hell was going on. He took a step closer, trying to be quiet about, so he wouldn't disturb Castiel, but the grass seemed to have other plans because his foot landed on a twig and it snapped, alerting Castiel to his presence.

Castiel's head snapped up and around. When he saw Dean standing there with a sheepish look on his face his eyes widened then narrowed. "What are you doing here?" Dean had to suppress a shiver. Castiel's voice was already gravelly, but with him crying his voice sounded way too mature and rough than it should be.

Dean stood rooted to the spot, not knowing how to answer. It wasn't helping his muddled brain any either that Castiel was staring so intently at him. When his brain worked out the situation he finally answered. "I was going for a drive and I saw you run up here. You looked like you were running away from something, so I wanted to see if you were okay. Sorry if I'm bothering you or anything. I was just worried, is all."

Castiel's glare lessened in intensity, but he still had a guarded look in his eyes. When Dean had enough time to study Castiel's face he was appalled. He had red and purple bruises on his cheek and his lip was bleeding from a nasty split. Castiel noticed Dean staring and he quickly turned his head away. An awkward and tense silence made its way between them.

"So, uh…what exactly happened, you know, that caused all that bruising. It looks like you got into a fight with a wall." Dean tried to lift the mood with his humor, but all it seemed to do was worsen Castiel's already dark mood.

"Look, I appreciate the fact that you were worried about me and that you actually proved me wrong and have a heart, but could you please just fuck off already…I'm fine, alright. And I really don't need anyone right now."

Dean was taken aback by the venom in the boys words. Not only that, but the way Castiel seemed to think of him was not very good…or accurate for that matter. "Look man, I can tell you aren't alright. I've been in situations like this before…I know that it's hard…but-"

Castiel turned back to Dean, his face was twisted in a very demented very sad smile. "You think that you have been in a situation like mine…YOU THINK THAT! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW! The only thing that you have ever had to worry about is what you are going to wear or how you are going to get to a swim meet or what your girlfriend thinks of you and your DAMNABLE REPUTATION! SO DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE SAY YOU KNOW THE SITUATION I AM IN! YOU HAVE NO IDEA, YOU DICK!"

The ferocity and anger in Castiel's voice made Dean want to flinch away, but his pride swelled up and took charge of the situation.

"Wow, I never thought someone could be so arrogant to think that someone else's life is just so easy. You think you know my life, you think you know the things I have to go through on a daily basis? You are so mistaken! My life isn't easy, asshole! You have no idea everything that I have gone through and what I still have to go through. You think you know me? Well try rethinking that! Jesus, all that I wanted to do was help you! I saw you running I thought, 'oh, despite the shitty attitude I got from you in science class, I'll go out of my way and help the poor bastard…he looks like he needs it'. I am sorry for bothering you, I will get out of your hair now."

Castiel just stood dumb-struck as Dean began to stomp back the way he had come.