Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
Dean just stood there, not moving. "Why would you say that?" he grabbed my arm and pulled me out a back door, "Let's ditch the rest of the day."
Did I hear him correctly? Ditch. School. I blink a few times with a confused look plastered across my face, "Where would we even go? It's barely noon!" I quickly check my cell and shove it in his face.
"Back to my place. No ones home right now." he leads me to his car, "Let me unlock your door..." he leans over, "Don't feel shy." his green eyes light up as he smiles.
Ever so awkwardly I climb into his car, "Why are you being so nice to me? Like...you're the most popular kid in the school!" I kept rambling on and on like the idiot I am.
Dean doesn't seem to mind or I hope he doesn't because there would go my chance with the hottest guy in the school! The awkward nerdy kid getting with the sexy beast named Dean Winchester.
"You are amazing Castiel Novak! I don't know how someone like you could be so hated!" his eyes scream with sincerity, "Please stop beating yourself up over those assholes!" he places a caring hand on my knee and I blush even deeper.
'What is wrong with me!? I'm a wall compared to him...' I think to myself, wishing I could get my head out of the clouds and be real for once instead of dreaming about the perfect guy to come save me.
I stare blankly out the open window, hoping Dean gets the message and just stops talking to me until we arrive at his place.
He parks his car in front of a warm, cozy looking blue house, "So yeah here's where I live." he climbs out and leans against the hood of his car, looking sexy as Hell!
"It looks nice and comfy, I live with my dad and his new wife plus my brothers Gabriel and Lucifer..." I shut idiotic self up once again.
"God you're so adorable!" he chuckles, "C'mon in and don't mind the mess either." 'mess' is an understatement.
Whatever mess Dean meant isn't what I saw. I see piles of dusty old books shoved to one side of the main room, cluttered desk, chipping wallpaper and furniture pushed around to accommodate the space around the tv. I maneuver around the 'mess', "Jeez...quite a mess." I chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Let's go upstairs to my room...well Sam and I's room." he takes me up some cluttered old stairs and down a dim hallway to a very teenage style door with posters covering the entire surface, "Try and guess which half is mine." one half of the room is very neat and organized while the other looks like your typical teenagers room with an unmade made bed, posters of classic rock bands covering every surface of wall available, clothes all over the floor and a outstanding array of guns lined up perfectly on a shelf above the bed