I decided to update this Thursday instead since I already have the chapter finished. Enjoy.
CHAPTER 2
The second time I saw Dean Winchester, I had just stumbled out of the third floor restroom during fifth block. Lunch hadn't settled right in my belly and I had spent most of fifth emptying my stomach contents into the toilet. It hit me as strange, how he was already skipping on his first day. He was sitting on the floor in front of a row of lockers with his head facing upwards and his eyes closed. He looked serene, comfortable. It was a feeling I, myself, had never had the pleasure of experiencing.
I turned away from him to go to class when his voice rang out in the quiet hallway. I will never forget the way his voice sounded. It was a deep, guttural, sound that felt as if his voice was rubbing against my skin and it occurs to me that perhaps he had been asleep. Goosebumps erupted all over my person and I sucked in a sharp intake of breath as I turned to face him.
"Hey." He repeats and my reaction is almost instantaneous. My face is red, I know because I can feel the warmth up to the tips of my ears. "Hello." I say back, moving my left thumb back and forth as my arm rested by my side. Dean doesn't say anything else as he gestures to the floor beside him. I hesitate a moment, knowing more than anyone how dirty these halls are, before feeling my feet move on their own in his direction.
Pressing my back to the lockers, I slowly slide down until my butt touches to floor and I'm shoulder to shoulder with him. He rests his head on the lockers again before looking at me through half-lidded eyes. "Dean Winchester." He mutters and continues looking at me, I'm guessing for a response. I bite my lip before answering. "Castiel Novak." The hall remains quiet after that as Dean simply nods, slyly slinging his arm around me and I barely manage to keep the flinch away that screamed to jump from me as Dean pulls me closer to his body.
Awkward as it is, I can't stop my body from relaxing in his grip as I let my hands rest in my lap. It feels strange, being this close to someone who isn't Gabriel. When the bell rings roughly twenty minutes later, I almost reluctantly pull away as Dean stands, extending his hand to help me up. I stand on my own without taking his offer. He shrugs and turns as if he is about to go to his last period before talking. "What's your next class, Cas?" He says in a loud voice, seeing as the halls are crowded and loud.
I hesitate a long time before answering, gripping my thumb so that it doesn't move. He's going to think I'm dumb.
Just like everyone else.
"Castiel has history with Mr. Crowley." I say in the loudest voice I can muster, which isn't very loud. It has always been kind of low. Dean's brow furrows a bit and I assume he is about to say something nasty when he grabs my arm, pulling me just close enough for him to comfortably wrap an arm around my waist. "So, do I. Show me the way, I am new after all." He whispers, his lips brushing softly past my earlobe. I gulp down the saliva that had quickly accumulated inside my mouth before nodding, slipping out of his grasp and turning the opposite way.
"Follow Castiel. History is on the second floor." Not waiting for a response I begin to walk towards the steps. I assume Dean is following me because of the breath I feel on the back of my neck. He seems to like being close to me. It's weird, uncomfortable even, but I don't say anything. It doesn't take more than two minutes to get to Mr. Crowley's. Ducking to the back, I sit next to Kevin who had this atrocious class with me. Dean sits in the chair on my right, slinging his arm on the back of my seat and throwing his feet on the desk, taking out his phone to play on. Kevin notices of course pulling me in so that we could have a 'private discussion'.
Rolling my eyes, I decide to play along. "What's going on with you and the new guy?" He whispers and I shrug a little. "Castiel saw him upstairs and Dean called Castiel to sit with him until sixth block. That's all." Kevin rises an eyebrow at me but doesn't say anything else as he sits back in his chair. I do the same, just as Mr. Crowley, the Devil incarnate himself, walks into the room. His eyes immediately zero in on Dean, or more specifically, his feet and arm. If there was one person who hated me more than anyone else inside this school, it would be Crowley. I had asked Gabriel about it once and he had said it was probably because our mom had turned him down back in high school.
Seeing someone being friendly with me always set him off, Kevin can atest to that, so it really wasn't a surprise that he hated Dean. "Excuse me boy, but I would like it if you took your feet off of that table." Dean grumbled but did as told. I'm guessing since Dean and I weren't necessarily close, he didn't say anything about his arm. That being said, I had sensed the blowup long before it happened. Dean had slowly pulled my chair closer to him until he couldn't move it anymore and had tugged my legs until I allowed him to place them over his thighs.
Soon he got bored with just sitting there and he began playing in my hair and peppering kisses over my face, whispering dirty words in my ear just to see me squirm. It was an odd mix of awkward and comfort I resided in until Mr. Crowley had finally had enough. He slammed down the history book he was reading from, turning a fierce glare to Dean who hadn't stopped whispering in my ear. I pushed him always softly, noticing the looks from the rest of the students who had turned to see what Mr. Crowley was looking at.
I tried to pull my legs from him, but suffice to say, Dean didn't let me. "Dean, I would appreciate it if you would stop fraternising with Mr. Novak during the middle of my lesson." Dean chuckles at the disdain he hears in in Mr. Crowley's voice, facing him with a look of contempt in his hazel green eyes. "I don't think I will, sir." Dean must not have seen who he was talking to because I was practically pooping my pants when Mr. Crowley turned his glare towards me. "Come and sit in the front, Mr. Novak." He says through clenched teeth.
Being the pussy I am, I get ready to do whatever Mr. Crowley wants me to do, only to be held in place by Dean's tight hold. "I don't believe he's going anywhere sweetcheeks. How about you get back to teaching whatever the fuck you were teaching and leave us alone." Dean has a huge grin on his face after he says this and if I hadn't known any better, I would say the whole class had stopped breathing at the same time. However, I did know better.
We stopped breathing at different times.
The pencil Mr. Crowley had been holding broke in two and he let out an almost inhuman growl. "Get your things and get out of my classroom! Take Mr. Novak with you and I don't want to see either of you until you apologize, or better yet, grovel on the ground beneath my feet." He is seething, but Dean doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs my bag, me and we were on the way to the door quicker than Kevin had the chance to say bye.
"It was nice meeting ya for the first and last time. So long, sweetcheeks." With that, we leave the room and a fuming Mr. Crowley behind. That was a rather exciting turn of events. I had wanted to stand up to Mr. Crowley my entire highschool career but never had the guts, then in comes Dean, my knight in shining armor. Dean continued to drag me until we were out of the school and into the student parking lot where he led me to a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. I had never admitted to anyone, but I loved cars.
After basically throwing me into the passenger seat, Dean drops himself into the driver seat and drives off to who knows where. This wasn't the first time I had been dragged around without verbal consent, it had happened to me my entire life. This was, however, the first time I had been happy about it, though I didn't voice it aloud. I reach toward the radio to stifle the silence when Dean's hand reaches out and lightly taps mine. I bring my hand away as he opens the console and rummages through many cassette tapes. Looking at him in curiosity he smirks as he briefly glances at me.
"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean says in a low voice. It doesn't take him long to slip a cassette in and I sit back, listening to the entrancing voice of Led Zeppelin.
0o0
I was sitting across from Dean enjoying a tasty cheeseburger when he asked me the question I had been dreading.
"Why do you talk in third person?" I sat my burger down, looking at Dean who had just finished his third slice of apple pie. I shrug my shoulders, my thumb rubbing against the bottom of the booth table in this dinner we had stopped at to get something to eat. "Have you ever tried to change that?" He asks after a moments silence and it shocks me to the core to realize that, no, I hadn't ever tried to change the way I talk, nor had anyone ever suggested it, not even Gabriel.
I shake my head, biting my bottom lip hard. I don't notice that Dean leaned across the table until his hand is on my chin, his thumb pulling my lip from my teeth. He presses his lips to mine in a closed mouth kiss before sitting back, leaving me a blushing mess. "Well, I'm not a good teacher but my younger brother Sam is. You can come over today and we can ask him if he'll help together, ok?" He asks, making sure I'm okay with the suggestion, something else I had never experienced. A small smile makes it way onto my lips as I nod. "Castiel would like that very much." I say, linking my fingers together, covering my mouth with them.
I can't remember the last time I had been this happy.
"How about you go and wait by the car? I'm gonna' go and pay." I comply, walking out of the Diner to wait by the Impala for Dean. As I waited, an all too familiar truck pulled into the parking lot. I slide into the car, locking the doors as well as I prayed Lucifer and Michael hadn't seen me. I kind of figured God wasn't real when they angrily walked up to my side of the car.
"What are you doing out of school early, Castiel? Whose car is this?" Lucifer's muffled voice reaches my ear as I watch the Diner's door, hoping Dean would hurry. I realize that ignoring him was a bad idea when he and Michael started bamming on the glass window. I flinch hard as my hearts starts racing a mile a minute. Just when I think the glass is going to break, I hear Dean's angry, sexy voice.
"What the fuck are you doing to my car?" He runs to my side where my brother's look at Dean with hatred. I cover my ears and bring my knees to my chest, burrowing my face in them. I hate fighting. I hate it. I don't register the tears sliding down my cheeks until an arm wraps around my shaking form. Looking over, I let a sigh of relief that it is only Dean. Glancing at my side of the car, I duly note that my brothers are still there and that they don't look happy at all, before launching myself into Dean's awaiting arms, wrapping my arms around his neck as I cry into his chest.
"Hurry up and give us our fucking brother, man. We don't want to see this shit." Michael says and I freeze. He was giving me up, just like I assumed he would. Of course someone as gorgeous as Dean wouldn't want someone like me. Be that as it was, I was not willing to let go of Dean when I felt his hands on my ams. He pauses and I feel him move, presumably to get out the car, when I hear the locks and the car start up. I can hear my brother's curses long after we escaped their claws.
Slowly pulling away from dean I sit back in my seat, sniffling and trying to wipe away my tears like a child. "Were those really your brothers?" He asks and I look at the outline of him because the tears are currently obscuring my view. "Yes, those were C-Castiel's two eldest brothers." I say, my voice scratchy as I answer him. He says nothing but turn up the radio as we drive to his house. I think he did it so he wouldn't hear my sobbing.
I'm glad.
0o0
"The restroom is the first door on the left, straight up those stairs. I'm sure you want to wash your face." Dean says after letting me in a nice two story house. I nod, doing as instructed. I find it easily. Lightly closing the door behind me, I look at myself in the mirror above the sink. My eyes are puffy and red and my hair is slightly messy. Grabbing one of the face towels that were stacked up on the sink, I put cold water on it before sitting on the toilet and letting it rest on my eyes. My hair would just have to stay the way it was.
Hearing the bathroom door open, I slide the towel down just enough to see Dean lean against the bathroom counter. I slide the towel back up so I don't have to look at him. "I'm bored, let's talk." He says and I nod. "What would you like to talk about with Castiel?" I ask. Dean hums a little, probably thinking of a response. He answers a few seconds later. "Just ourselves. I'll start. Is that okay with you?" He asks and I take the towel off my face, nodding as I look at him.
"Well, my mom passed away in a house fire when I four. I don't really remember her all that well. I just know that she used to sing to me at night and she made the best pie. My Dad wasn't really around much. After mom dies, he just kind of shut himself off, and he would go on these hunting trips leaving me and Sam by ourselves for days at a time. I basically raised Sammy, so we're pretty close. Dad's actually on a trip now. He said he would be back today, but who know's. Um, I love pie and burgers. I like rock music, not any of that sissy pop shit, and starting today, I like you. Your turn." I looked at Dean with wide eyes.
The way he casually threw that last part in there like I wasn't going to notice really grinded my gears..."You like Castiel?" I whisper and he rolls his eyes. "Duh. Why else would I kiss you?" Instead of answering him I break eye contact and tell him about myself. "Castiel has three older brothers. You met Michael and Lucifer today. Castiel have another brother, Gabriel who Castiel is extremely close with, who is currently on a trip with his college buddies. He should also be arriving home today. Castiel has never been particularly close with Michael and Lucifer. They bully him a lot. When Lucifer was 19, Castiel's parents decided that they didn't want kids anymore and hit the road.
Castiel never got to know his parent's and if Lucifer got off his high horse long enough to smile, Castiel might almost call him a father figure. Castiel likes burgers but PB&J are Castiel's absolute favorite." I pause, wondering if I should say what I am thinking. "Castiel talks in third person because that is what Castiel was forced to talk in." I end up saying anyway. Dean's eyebrow furrow again, and when it looks like he is about to speak, a foreign voice rings out from the bottom of the stairs. "Dean! I'm home!"
Dean decides not to say anything about what I had just said. Instead, he grabs my hand gently, guided me off my seat and back down stairs, where a tall boy with shaggy brown hair is putting his things in a nearby closet. "Hey, Sammy. I have someone I'd like you to meet." He says and the boy turns around, a surprised look on his face when he see's that our hands are connected. He raises up an eyebrow, staring at me in slight confusion. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sam. And you are...?" He asks and I look at Dean who smiles at me before turning to to Sam. "His name is Castiel Novak. He goes to my school and we have a small favor to ask of you." Dean says this with a lazy smirk on his face, his tone one that promises mischief. This causes Sam to look at us in suspicion. "That favor would be?" He asks slowly, skeptically.
"I need you to teach Cas here, how to speak."
A/N: This is the second chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. In this story, I want Castiel to be kind of confusing. I want to have points where he leaves you in wonder, leaves you with questions that will never get answered. That being said, I tried to make his actions confusing here and there as well as not really give him an inner voice. Please, feel free to give me tips on how to do this better, as well as criticism.
Until Next Time...
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