Chapter 3- An unexpected turn
As soon as Anna's butt touched down on the seat next to Cas, he began to unload everything from the steamy day dream to the mysterious letter on his desk. As Anna was taking this all in she begun to realise how everything fitted together. Her only issue was whether she should tell Cas everything or keep him in the dark, she was still afraid of the consequences of doing so.
"Wow that's a lot of information. So what are you planning to do then?"
"I am going to go to the gym and see what unravels there, whether it be good or bad, After that I will probably just forget about Dean; it was probably just a phase right?"
"Right," Anna agreed with caution. The end of lunch bell shrilled through the cafeteria, signalling Cas that he had chemistry with Dean and Miss Lillith. As luck would have it, Castiel's chem. partner, Balthazar, happened to be absent the same day that Dean's partner, Jo. This left them with the only conclusion that they had to be partners in the experiment. They were set the assignment to create halides and differentiate the colours. For Cas this assignment was easy enough, for Dean however, not so much.
"Right dweeb, what we gotta do?" Cas decided he was not going to talk to dean unless it was absolutely necessary, he was not in the moos to deal with any of he self righteous crap. He carried on completing the assignment despite Dean's words.
"Excuse me dickweed! You gonna reply to me or what?" Dean inquired.
"Mr. Winchester, could you please refrain from using such language in my laboratory please," Miss Lillith responded for Cas. He was attempting to hold back his nerves as much as possible; however, he could feel his control loosening every second Dean was next to him.
"Just leave me be and I will finish this experiment for both of us, please dean,' Cas pleaded with a tone of desperation. Dean therefore decided to stand back and marvel at Cas' handiwork knowing this was something he would never be able to do. Cas was feeling a little back to normal by repeating to himself how good things will be when 5 o'clock comes around.
School had ended and Anna had found Cas to wish him luck and reminded him to call her to see how things will turn out. He needed to find a place to stay until 5 o'clock had finally arrived. When Cas needed a place of solitude in times of stress and trouble, he would hibernate to the music rooms; one of Cas' favourite spots in the school. Cas had found a great comfort in music, it was the only constant in his troubled life. Cas headed aimlessly towards the rooms hoping that there was a piano or a guitar available, he was extremely out of practice and needed to polish up. The rooms were situated at the top of the sports building; basically on top of the gym. This was perfect for today but on any other day it was a complete inconvenience. As Cas began to walk up the third flight of stairs, sweating and breathing heavily, the empty silence began to be filled with the sweet melody of a guitar. Cas stopped in his tracks to listen, taking a couple of steps closer to hear more clearly. He attempted to see who it was that was playing this perfect tune but he was not in the right angle, not wanting to risk being caught. The melody was then accompanied by a voice: low, velvet sounding, deep and harmonious. Cas was hooked up on every word from the first word that was sung:
Been driving around for days
never seeming to find my right way
I have spent my days trying
but it always ends with me crying
Bruised and broken
is what I deserve
The guilt is a heavy burden
Being alone is what I know
No matter if I feel happy or low
'cause life is hard
and life is rough
I just gotta keep my head hanging high
knowing that someday I might not survive
Days and days pass me buy
I feel like a shadow
a sad song playing on the radio
its hard, hard to breathe
Hard to see, hard to be
I don't know how long it will stay
knowing there is nothing I can do.
being along is what I know..
Along this road of loneliness comes a price
Always looking back and not ahead in life
Mistakes I have made seem to haunt me now
You tell me to live but I just don't know how.
Being alone is what I know…
As the song faded to a finish, Cas' eyes were near tears from feeling the emotions in the man's voice. He felt the man bear his soul and release his vulnerability and fragility. Cas wanted to storm in there and hug the poor man and whisper in his ears that everything was going to be alright there was nothing to worry about. As Cas had come to his senses he began to realise that the voice had sounded somewhat familiar. Dean. The word was invading his mind. No it can't be him! What if he was the mystery guy? What would he do to me? It's probably a trap. After he straightened himself out, he rushed stealthily down the stairs attempting not to get caught. Once he reached the bottom, he ran, ran like there was no finish line; he just wanted to forget what he heard and saw. of course it was Winchester, no one else would have left me a note! Cas was thankful that he got out before it got ugly, he was sure that his friends were hiding waiting for him to go in the gym so they could do whatever incredulous act they had planned fro him. It was not possible that Dean Winchester would like a guy like Castiel Novak.
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When 5 o'clock had come around, Dean had lest his musical therapy in the room and started heading towards the gym. He was getting himself ready to admit his feelings to Cas, to step up to him and tell him everything that happened from day one; when he met him in that Monday morning in English Lit class. He couldn't believe he liked a guy like Castiel Novak, the little school nerd, he was unsure of how it even came about. Maybe looking into those large blue eyes every day, that adorable smile that he pulls out whenever he is joking around with Anna, and maybe that trench coat that he so desperately loves that he wears it to school everyday. Maybe all of them or maybe one of them, I just don't know. Another worry was how he was how he was going to have the courage to tell him. He knew once he stared into those baby angel eyes it will just spill out, as if it was a natural instinct to be with him. Dean walked into an empty gym, no Cas to be seen around, Maybe he is just late he reassured himself. Half an hour passed and all he accomplished was humming his song ten times, yet still no Cas. Dean's heart dropped and felt like it fell out of his chest, knowing that Cas stood him up not knowing it was him or what was going to happen. He dragged himself to the top floor for a second time, a new song swimming in his mind desperate to be played. Two hours later, Dean came out of the room a taller, more confident man, yet still heartbroken. One more chance, I'll give him one more shot.
