This chapter is primarily Destiel. I know it might seem rushed, but I'm just trying to establish things before the real drama starts.
Castiel felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, bringing him back to his senses. He quickly left the room and pulled out his phone. His brother, Gabriel, was calling.
"Hello?" Castiel answered, voice shaking.
"Hey little bro, you alright?" Gabriel asked. Castiel took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"Yes, I'm fine. I missed the bus. Can you pick me up?" Castiel asked.
"I was just about to ask if you needed me to. Be there in five." Gabriel said, hanging up. Castiel walked out of the school at a slow pace, not entirely sure how to feel about what just happened between him and a teacher. He enjoyed it, but wasn't sex with students wrong? He didn't have much time to contemplate it before his brother pulled up at the school. Castiel got into the car, wincing as he sat down.
"What happened? Get beat up on your first day?" Gabriel joked. Castiel just stared out the window as Gabriel drove. When Gabriel pulled into the driveway and Castiel still hadn't said anything, Gabriel stopped the car and looked over at him.
"Did someone really hurt you, Castiel?" Gabriel asked, concern written all over his features. Castiel silently shook his head.
"No. I'm fine. I even made a friend." He said finally, looking at his brother. "I really am fine, Gabriel. Don't worry about me."
"If you say so, little bro." Gabriel said, getting out of the car. Castiel followed, walking to his bedroom and shutting the door. He stayed locked in his room for the rest of the night, thinking about what happened between him and his teacher and wondering if he should tell anyone. He remembered Dean mentioning that he had a meeting with Mr. Crowley when he first came to the school, so Castiel decided he would ask Dean about it the next day.
Castiel wasn't sure how to approach the subject of Mr. Crowley with Dean. They were walking to his class together, and the dark haired boy was dying to say something before they reached the room. He opened his mouth a few times, but hesitated and closed it again without saying anything. Dean was busy telling a story about his younger brother anyway.
"Am I talking too much? Did you want to say something?" Dean asked finally, catching sight of Castiel's pensive features.
"No, you can keep talking." Castiel said. Dean continued to talk and they finally approached their class. Castiel stopped short at the door, memories of the previous day's activities flooding into his mind.
"Hey man, you okay?" Dean asked, seeing how Castiel's expression changed when they got to the door. He put a comforting hand on his friend's back.
"Dean… There's something I need to talk to you about." Castiel began. Just then, the bell to signal the beginning of class rung and they hurried inside the room. The only seats left were in the front row, right in front of Mr. Crowley.
"Mr. Collins, you're late." Crowley said, calling him out in front of the whole class. Castiel looked at his hands, avoiding eye contact with the teacher.
"I was late too." Dean said, seeing his friend's embarrassment and wanting to take some of the attention off of him. Crowley ignored him.
"See me after school, Mr. Collins. We need to discuss your tardiness." Crowley said, then turned away and began his lecture.
Castiel didn't pay attention the entire class. He couldn't stop thinking about what his teacher had done to him the day before, and what he might do to him again. He was worried, but also slightly turned on by it, and that only worried him more. Castiel had never had sex before. A teacher was his first, and as much as he wanted to experience more, he knew a relationship with a teacher could never last. He didn't think he'd be the kind of person to have a sexual relationship in which love didn't exist, but it felt so good, he wasn't sure he cared that Crowley didn't love him. The bell at the end of class brought Castiel out of his thoughtful state.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, when they had exited the classroom. Castiel hadn't noticed that he was shaking. He had to tell Dean what had happened to him. He had to let someone know, and Dean felt like the right person to tell.
"I need to tell you something." Castiel began again. Once again, they were interrupted by the bell to go to class.
"Let's talk about it during lunch, okay?" Dean asked, looking his friend directly in the eyes to show he cared.
"Alright," Castiel agreed. They went about their day as usual until lunch time. Dean led Castiel out to his car, a 67 Chevy Impala, and motioned for him to get in. He walked over to the driver's side and got inside too.
"So, what's on your mind?" Dean asked once they were both settled in the Impala. Castiel turned to Dean and was about to begin speaking when he lost all confidence. He looked down at his hands and stayed silent. "Whatever it is, it's cool. You can tell me anything." Dean said. Castiel thought it was strange how he had only known Dean for one day, but he still felt a strong bond between them and he felt like he could trust him completely. He looked up into Dean's green eyes and, instead of saying anything, he kissed him. He quickly pulled back and looked at his hands again.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" Castiel trailed off, not sure what to say. Dean let out a small breath of laughter, putting his hand on top of Castiel's.
"It's okay. Is that what's been bothering all day? You got a crush on me?" Dean asked, a grin on his face that wasn't disappearing any time soon. Castiel couldn't help but smile back.
"Yes," he lied. Dean's smile widened and he leaned in to kiss Castiel again. They kissed gently, but passionately for a while before Castiel deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Dean's mouth and pushing Dean to lie down on the seat of the car. After Dean's head hit the steering wheel, he pulled back from Castiel, smile still set in place.
"We better get back inside or we'll be late to class." he said, Castiel ignored him, kissing his neck in an effort to help things go further. "Cas," Dean nearly moaned as Castiel began to suck on the skin at the base of his throat. "Cas we gotta go."
"No. I want you." Castiel said, still ignoring Dean and continuing his kisses. Dean chuckled and pushed him back.
"I want you too, but we can do this later. Meet me right here after school." Dean said, getting out of the car. Castiel got out too and waited for Dean to appear at his side before walking back into the school building.
"I have to meet with Mr. Crowley after school." Castiel said sadly. Dean put his hand on his friend's back again.
"Blow it off, wouldn't you rather be with me anyway?" Dean asked, Castiel looked up at him and smiled.
"Of course." Castiel smiled back. Dean took his hand off his friend's back and they parted to go to their separate classes.
Castiel really wanted to spend the afternoon with Dean, but he was worried what would happen if he didn't go to see Crowley. Also, he was almost certain that he would get sex with Crowley, and not with Dean, but he could get love from Dean, not from Crowley. After thinking about it all afternoon, Castiel decided he would go with Dean. Love meant more to him than sex.