THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO piglet7722. I WILL TRY TO UPDATE THIS ONCE THOUGHOUT THE WEEK AND HOPEFULLY AT LEAST ONCE OR TWICE ON THE WEEKENDS. Anyways, please enjoy this chapter! I Love you all!
When I got to Jess's house, I saw Jess and Sam sitting on the porch. Sam stood up, said goodbye to Jess, and got on the Impala. "Did you have a good time?" I asked. "Jeez, Dean, we were studying." He said. "I bet." I replied. I always loved teasing Sam. He rolled his eyes and looked out the window. "I'm no the only one in this car with a crush." He mumbled. "How do you know that?" I asked, too quickly. He looked at me and smiled. "I didn't, but now I do." "Bitch" I said. "Jerk." He said back. After sitting in silence for a while, I asked, "What's Jess like?" "I'll tell you about Jess if you tell me about your crush." I sighed and asked, "What do you want to know?" he grinned. "What's his name?" I responded, "Castiel." he looked confused. "how did he get his name?" "My turn." I said. He frowned. "Fine." I asked, "What do you like about her?" Sam responded, "Everything. Her personality, her smile,her eyes; everything. How did he get a name like Castiel?" "He was named after an angel." I answered. Sam grinned. "Is he your wittle angel?" He asked in a little kid voice. I blushed. "Shut up." He just laughed.
When we got back to our house, Dad and Mom were sitting at the table; our meal in front of them. We ate and talked like we normally do. Mom asked Sam, "How did it go with Jess?" He immediately responded, "You do know we were studying, right?" "Come on," I said. "We're not stupid, Sam. We can see how happy you get when you talk about her." Sam blushed and said, "And I saw how happy you got when you talked about Castiel." I felt my chest tighten. "Who's Castiel?" My dad asked. My chest got so tight I felt like I was going to pass out. I looked down at my hands and said, "He's a friend of mine." Everyone was quiet, and I broke the silence and asked, "May I be excused?" "Yes." My mother said. I quickly ran up the stairs, not wanting to look at my dad. I decided I would call Charlie. She picked up on the second ring.
D: "Hey, it's me."
C: "Dean, what's wrong? You never call me."
D: "It's nothing. My dad just.."
My voice broke and I felt a tear roll down my face.
C: "Dean, what happened?"
D: "I'm sorry I bothered you. I shouldn't have called."
C: "I'm coming over right now."
D: "You don't have to-"
C: "Too late. I'm already out the door."
She hung up. Charlie lives up the road from me, so I know it won't take her more than 2 minutes to get to my house. She almost never used the door when she came to my house; she climbed an old ladder that's close enough to my window where I can help her in. I stood in front of the window and opened it when I saw her standing in my backyard. When I helped her in, she asked, "Okay, what happened?" I responded, "Sam mentioned Cas in front of my dad." She knows how my dad feels when I talk about being gay. She pulled me into a tight hug and whispered in my ear, "I'm so sorry, Dean." We stood like that for a while until I pulled away. "I'm sorry I made you feel like you had to come over and that I can't handle emotions." "It's okay. I hate seeing you sad. Besides, I know how it feels to be desperate for approval." She said. After she stayed for a few hours and I convinced her I would be okay, Charlie left and I started drawing.
I always drew things that fit my emotions, so I drew angel silhouettes with fire in the background. I think that's why I connected with art; I can express how I feel without saying it.
After it got late, I showered and went to bed, almost unable to fall asleep with the excitement about getting to see Cas the next day.
