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I hate that ! had to make Dean such a dick to poor Cassy :( but things change! (trust me, I hated hurting Cas too)
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Chapter Three
The rest of the weekend had been spent avoiding one-another as best as they could.
After Castiel and Dean's altercation Friday evening, they hadn't said much to each other, aside from the usual head-nod when passing each other around the house, or the quiet 'Goodmorning's at breakfast, which occurred strictly to please Mary, and to make things a bit less uncomfortable.
Sam, on the other hand, was head over heals for the new family member.
As luck would have it, Castiel is quite the nerd, just like Sammy, automatically giving Sam a new friend, which Dean didn't think was all that great.
They had numerous conversations about history, famous writers from the early 18th century, and Angel folklore, which for some reason, Castiel sure knew a lot about.
Monday morning was fast approaching, and Castiel was dreading it.
If Dean's "ground rules" weren't enough to emotionally injure a sensitive Castiel, now he had a new school, filled with new jerks to look forward too, and no one to stick by.
"Castiel, sweetheart, you are going to take the bus tomorrow morning with Dean. It arrives at 6:30, so make sure you're ready then. John will still be asleep, but I will be up to make you breakfast. Is that alright?"
Mary looked at Castiel with kind eyes. She was concerned he was going to have a terrible first day and hate it there.
Truth is, Castiel already hated it there, but he would never tell Mary. She was so nice to him. All she wanted to do was make him happy, and Castiel had never felt so loved.
"Yes Mrs. Winchester-"
"MARY!" She interrupted,
"Please, you're making me sound old, Castiel! Plus, you are living with us, we should at least be on a first name basis!"
Castiel smirked.
"Mary," he repeated, "I don't usually have breakfast before school, you really don't have to get up so early for me…"
He looked down, shying away. For some reason, he always felt like a burden to other people. The feeling never went away, no matter whom he was with.
"Don't be silly, Castiel, I've been doing this for years, it really is no problem. I enjoy making the one's I love happy!"
Castiel was so astonished at how nice she was to him… how nice she was in general.
As Castiel plopped down next to Sam on the couch, reaching for the remote, Dean sat upstairs on his bed.
He flipped through his favorite nude mag, as Play With Fire by the Rolling Stones spilled out of his speakers across the room.
He had been hold-up in his room lately, and Sam was curious.
He heard the handle on his door jiggle, and sat up on his bed, quickly shoving the magazine titled Busty Asian Beauties under his pillow.
He sat up awkwardly, ears starting to burn hot from nerves.
"Dean…?"
The sound of Sam's voice came from behind the cracked door, and Dean relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Jesus, Sammy, will you please KNOCK?"
Dean said, furious.
"Sorry… I just wanted to talk about Castiel-"
Dean immediately cut him off, hearing Castiel's name.
"Sam, just stop. I'm not going to talk about it. You know I don't want him here, lets just leave it at that, okay? Goodnight."
Dean blurted out, laying back down on his bed, pulling the magazine out from under his pillow, opening back up to the place he left off.
"But Dean, if you would just talk to him for a few minutes! He's a really nice guy!"
"Sorry Sam, I don't speak geek. You two get along great. We have nothing in common anyway."
Dean was tired of talking about this. He tried ignoring Sam, but there more he tried to shut him out, the louder Sam spoke.
"Well Dean, you never know unless you say more than two words to him."
Sam shut his door before Dean could take another jab at him, getting the last word in.
Dean thought about what Sam said, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, Sam was right. If he acts like this Castiel's whole stay, it's just going to make things worse.
Dean turned his light off, stripped out of his clothes, and gathered under his bed sheets, tossing himself to the side violently.
Ahh, Shit. Sammy's right. He thought. I'm actually going to have to talk to the dude.
~.~.~.~
"You have everything you need, right?"
Castiel shook his head at Mary, before she shoved him out the front door.
"Hurry, you're going to be late! DEAN, WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING? GET DOWN HERE NOW AND WALK CASTIEL TO THE BUS STOP."
Mary yelled up the stairs.
"Mom, chill out, I'm coming!"
Dean yelled back, annoyed at his over protective mother.
Dean threw himself out the door, following behind Castiel, hurrying himself to the bus stop.
They walked up right as the bus pulled up next to them, opening it's doors with a pfft.
"Hey, uh… he's new. He's riding with me from now on."
Dean said to the driver, keeping his eyes on the bus floor.
The driver huffed in response.
Dean took his usual seat next to Ash, leaving Castiel to fend for himself.
"Hey bro… WOAH is that your new brother! He looks totally stoned."
Ash said, sounding pretty stoned himself.
Dean chuckled in response, needing a little bit of humor to lighten the load he's been carrying.
"Dude, shut up, he's alright. Kind of quiet. Sam loves him."
The rest of the bus ride was spent listening to Dean and Ash laugh it up, earning a few glances from the driver, while Castiel sat quietly, watching as the world rushed by him in a blur.
It was ridiculous Castiel even had to go to school. There was only two weeks left. None of the teachers where even doing anything these last few weeks, it was pointless. But still, Castiel was thankful it would only be a few weeks of torture from his new school.
His thoughts where cut short by the stopping of the bus. He had been so deep in his thought that he hadn't noticed that they were now sitting outside of the high school.
Castiel looked around the courtyard to see all the students from Truman High, talking with each other. He sighed, noticing nothing was different from any of the other schools.
He climbed out of the bus hesitantly, wanting to run to the back, curl into a ball, and stay there for the rest of his life.
He watched Dean stride in front of him, noting that every girl that was in sight of him swooned as soon has he passed by them.
Oh, so my roommate is THAT GUY.
Dean walked up to a few other good-looking guys and gave them all a mixture of fist bumps and high-fives.
Castiel made his way to the front office to collect his schedule and a map of the school.
It was a big ass school, to say the least, and Castiel was a little worried he would get lost.
Castiel wasn't paying attention to where he walked, looking around the huge building, and ran rigth into someone, feeling a sharp pain erupt in his shoulder from the blow.
"SHIT, sorry…"
Castiel mumbled, dropping to his knees to help the stranger collect his books.
"Hey, I know that lost puppy look… you're new here aren't you?"
Castiel looked up quickly, realizing the person he was talking to had a thick british accent, which wasn't too common in the middle of Kansas.
Castiel nodded quickly, averting his eyes. He always thought eye contact was too personal. He could read people better than anyone else, almost like looking into their soul, with just one look into their eyes. Needless to say, he often avoided it as much as possible.
"Well, I'm Balthazar." The stranger said, sticking his hand out for Castiel to shake, which he did gingerly. "Who are you?"
"Castiel." He murmured quietly.
Balthazar's eyes lit up.
"HEY we both have angelic names! You're named after Cassiel… the angel of Saturday right? I'm just named after some random angel."
Castiel looked at him, surprised he knew so much about angels. Not many people studied the myth like he did.
"That's nice. What part of England are you from?"
Castiel asked nervously, trying to make conversation, and possibly a friend.
"Leeds. Wee town smack in the middle of the good ol' UK."
Just as he finished his sentence, the bell rang, serving as a less awkward goodbye.
"Well, that's our queue. Maybe I'll see you around, eh?"
Castiel nodded a quick goodbye and continued his way to the office, a little more confident than he had been before.
~.~.~.~
Dean took his seat for the thousandth time in Mr. Edlund's class. Last class of the day and he'd been able to avoid Castiel this whole time, which he couldn't decide was a good or bad thing.
Just as his though trailed off, he saw a nervous looking figure appear in the doorway.
"Ah, you must be the new student. I'm Mr. Edlund, take any seat you would like." Mr. Edlund said with a smile.
Castiel's eyes scanned the room, landing on Balthazar in the corner. The knot that had appeared in his stomach immediately untwisted itself at the sight of his new -and only- friend.
He made his way to the empty seat next to Balthazar, almost not noticing Dean as he passed him. He gave him a small nod of acknowledgement before sitting down.
"You know him?" Balthazar said astonished.
Castiel hesitated, almost denying his relations with Dean, before speaking.
"He's my foster brother…"
Balthazar's eyes widened almost inhumanely.
"CASTIEL, Dean is the most popular guy in this school, do you realize how much ass you can get hanging around that old bloke?"
Castiel listened to Balthazar rant, taking in the information carefully.
"I don't think Dean and I will be of close contact."
Just then Ash made his grand entrance into the classroom, noticing Castiel sitting in the corner next to Balthazar.
"Hey look, two freaks in a pod."
Castiel can take shit for himself, but he despised when people judged others. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a sound out, Dean stood angrily, closing in on Ash.
"He is not a freak. He just has intelligence, which you probably wouldn't be able to spell even if you had a dictionary in front of you."
Ash stared back at Dean, slack-jawed.
"Dean… I…. but you and I… we're friends? Why are you defending this creep? This social suicide, dude, what are you thinking?"
Dean kept a stern look, not wavering.
"Oh come on, Ash. We're not real friends. I know it, you know it. Now that we have that out of the way, Castiel is not a creep. He's quiet, conservative. He's not a loud mouth smart-ass who couldn't score a chick if he was the last man on earth."
Dean was growling by the end of his speech. He looked back at Castiel, knowing that what he just did was going to stir up some major shit.
Castiel just stared back at him, cocking his head, confused.
When Dean saw that, he couldn't help but think how cute it was. He shook his head, putting the thought aside.
What the hell, Dean? Keep it together, faggot. You like chicks. Dean thought to himself.
"Gentleman, please take your seats."
Mr. Edlund interrupted with a stern voice, before Ash could say anymore.
Castiel stared at his hands for the rest of the class, occasionally looking up at Dean, staring at his back for a moment, before realizing what he was doing. He was… thankful, that someone cared enough to stand up for him.
That gave Castiel other thoughts as well.
Dean looked straight ahead the whole time, not daring to sneak a glance at Castiel, who he could feel boring his eyes into the back of his head.
He had no idea what just happened.
Dean didn't even think about it. He just heard Ash and before he could think, he was telling his closest "friend" off. Like it was instinct or… something told him that he needed to watch out for Castiel.
But both of them knew going home that day was going to bring an unavoidable conversation neither were that excited about having.
FINALLY we get to the good part! But not the best part ;) At least they'll be conversing now!
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