Class had finally ended and Castiel was glad for it. He put all his things back into his bag, making sure everything was in its place. His fingers wrapped around the envelope. Dean's love letter. He sucked in a breath as his thoughts returned to yesterday afternoon.
Dean Winchester had laughed at him. Well more like chuckle. But he had mocked him with the letter, letting the octopus shifter think it was for just couldn't take it, Dean was softly chuckling at him, but Castiel knew he wanted to laugh at him, out loud. Every wanted to, and every one usually did.
His stupid tentacles always made people laugh or make jokes, even when he hid them.
Castiel hated how much of a gentleman Dean was being. Just…laugh at his face and get it over with. It was better to know what they were saying about him than doing it behind his back. Who knew what else they thought about him?
He had shoved Dean's letter in his bag and told the wolf that he'd give it to Cassie as it was, misspelled and scrunched up. He didn't wait for Dean's reply. Instead he ran, leaving the wolf there, alone, on the rooftop. Praying he didn't laugh loud enough for Castiel to hear as he left the school.
He hadn't had a chance to give the letter to Cassie last night. To be honest, he didn't want to. Even though he now knew Dean Winchester was just like the rest, he was still…Dean.
Castiel tightened his grip on the pretty blue letter clutched in his hands, under his table. Dean was the only person in the entire school who he had hesitated on. Usually he'd take the love letters from their shivering hands and give them straight to Cassie. He didn't bother looking at the envelopes, or seeing the look on Cassie's face when she was handed the letters. It didn't matter to him, and Cassie didn't even seem fazed by it. After all, she received so many that she was getting used to it.
But…not his. Please.
Oh, who was he kidding? He knew that, eventually, he'd have to be brave and give the love letter to Cassie. He was the bridge that would connect the two together. The man he loved and the woman who lived with him.
Dean probably never even noticed him, sitting in the back, watching him like some kind of creep. He was probably too busy waiting for Cassie to reply to his confession. Castiel looked down to the letter crumpled in his grasp.
Damn it.
He knew that if he were in Dean's shoes he'd be sad if the person didn't even notice his confession. Dean trusted him to give his feelings to Cassie.
Damn it.
If Dean were sad because of him… He suddenly sat up from his seat and turned around. Just…get it over with.
A hard body slammed into her with the force of a brick wall and Castiel was thrown back. His tentacled feet tangled with the tables and chairs, felt cold steel followed by a sudden shooting pain in a few of his tentacles. Unable to right himself because of his bandages, his head slammed onto the tiled ground, stars appearing in his clenched eyes.
Through blurry tear filled eyes he looked up at the man who inflicted his pain.
Dean Winchester. Fuck this all.
"Are you alright?"
Castiel could barely understand what Dean was saying to him. The stars in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he was left staring into the mesmerising candy green gaze of the handsome man who slammed into him . He moaned quietly in pain, wanting the dull ache to leave before he tried getting up.
"Novak?" Dean reached his hand out to him.
Castiel gazed at him, shocked. His blush slowly getting deeper and deeper, he instinctively reached up, his fingertips touching Dean's outstretched palm hesitantly.
Dean gripped at his slim fingers, pulling his body up. The sheer force of Dean's pull made Castiel's smaller body vault from the ground and crash into his well-toned chest, his frame engulfed Castiel completely. Taking in a deep breath Castiel could faintly smell a musky, spiced scent, a hint of cherries reached his sensitive nose.
Mate!
Castiel had never been this close to Dean before.
"I'm sorry, You alright?"
The words came at Castiel too quickly, but he didn't understand anything Dean said because at that moment their eyes met and Castiel was lost. What was happening to him?
His eyes widened as he looked up and felt his breath falter. He didn't know when it happened, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Dean's handsome face made his tentacles quiver beneath him. He was glad that Dean still hand his thick arms around Castiel's waist, holding him for support. Otherwise he would have definitely fallen again.
His dark blonde hair was beautifully disheveled as if he had run his hands through it all day and cared little for its appearance. His body felt lean and sleekly muscled above Castiel's.
Oh god...why did it have to be him?
"Novak?"
Dean's eyes were wide as they searched for any sign of Castiel's discomfort, but the octopus shifter couldn't catch his breath to reassure Dean that he was fine. Instead, his mind clouded and he let his eyes wander down to Dean's lips, which looked soft and inviting in comparison to his hard and chiseled jaw.
"You're not laughing,"
Dean paused, confused at Castiel's words. "Of course I'm not,"
Castiel's eyes widened and he pushed Dean away from his. His weight fell on his injured tentacles and he let out a yelp, buckling on his aching limbs. Dean reached for him again, holding his body up against his own. Castiel gave him one long lingering gaze.
"Let me take you to the nurse,"
No. Please. He could see a crowd forming around them. Watching intently, curious to what was going on.
"N-no." Castiel stuttered, wincing at the pain in his limbs. He fell back with a loud thud against the metal chairs. "I can go by…"
Dean grasped his hand, pulling Castiel up and forcing the octopus shifter to his side to lean on him. "Let me—"
"No!" Castiel pushed him away. Many of the students turned to see the commotion. He pulled his hood over his head and sunk to the ground, holding his tentacles to his chest, wishing he could curl up into a ball and hide in them.
No. Please. Don't look at me. Don't notice me. Don't laugh at me.
He felt himself be lifted up into the air. Opening his eyes, he saw that Dean had reached down to him and lifted him up from the ground. His head swam, but the heat from Dean's fingers on his back and tentacles made him swoon. He desperately wanted to wrap his tentacles around Dean and just hold him close, feel his warmth.
Damn, this would probably be the only time Dean Winchester would touch him and yet he was in so much pain that he couldn't enjoy it. He squirmed in Dean's grasp, almost falling. People were looking, and if they saw Dean Winchester with someone like him, they'd make fun of Dean and the wolf would surely hate Castiel for it.
No, he had to get away from him.
He tried to wriggle out of Dean's grasp, but the wolf's grip on him tightened. His eyes flashed red as he used his alpha voice. "Stop moving."
Castiel immediately stilled at his voice.
"Good boy." He murmured, making his way down the bustling hallway. People were watching them, some leering, some seething, some laughing. Castiel wanted to curl up in his tentacles and just wither away. But Dean was so warm, and he couldn't help but lean in closer to the wolf.
What had he done?
