Dean finds out more about Castiel. (I'm not really sure why I tell you about the chapter before you get the chance to read it. It must be my overwhelming urge to write something above the line.)
Dean /
This guy is mentioned a lot, Dean thinks as he turns another page. He was suppose to be reading out of his history textbook and taking notes. Instead he has his textbook in his lap, opened to the appropriate page, with Castiel's notebook on top of it.
I think the only good thing right now is him. Because my parents suck, my brother's dead and the other gone. I have literally nothing to look forward to except seeing his tousled hair and green eyes everyday.
Dean's heart clenches at the image of Castiel hunched over writing this. He feels really sad, but the notebook has turned brighter. More talks about his crush and less about his pain.
If only Dean could figure out who it was.
Maybe - if Dean knew who he was - he could introduce them, so that Castiel could possible be happy. Dean thinks he'd like that.
Just then the bell rings - the end of the day. And Dean still hasn't finished it.
He gets up and walks to his car. Sam is already waiting there, and notices the notebook still in his arms.
"Are you kidding me? You still haven't returned it yet?"
"No, you got it wrong-"
"I told you that it was private, and yet you still have-"
"He gave it to me," Dean walked passed his brother and unlocked the car. Sam stopped and look at him like he was crazy. Dean nodded, "Yeah, I tried to give it back and he just told me to finish reading it."
"What did he say?"
"He said, 'if anyone were to read it, I wanted it to be you,'" Dean quoted.
"Whatever," Sam mumbled as he got in the passenger side. "Wait, why are you so special?"
"I don't know, I didn't think he even knew who I was," Dean admitted.
Sam shook his head, he didn't have an answer. Both boys asked themselves the same question - Why? Why would Castiel want Dean to read something like all of his thoughts.
My mom woke me up early last night, and because I couldn't go back to sleep, I didn't get a lot of rest. So now I'm tired and can't remember anything I learned today. But I did run into him. He was sprinting out of the bathrooms at the same time I was walking by and he ran into me. His hands landed on my hip and shoulder as he steadied me. He left after that, but I saw him up close and noticed more freckles than I though. His eyes are even prettier up close as well.
I haven't stopped smiling.
Dean smiled himself. He really need Cas and this guy to talk. He knew Castiel wouldn't get to be with this guy the way he wants, but it will make him happy to be friends, Dean thinks. Dean laughed at himself, until he turned the page. And found it blank.
"What?" Dean murmured out loud.
He flipped through the rest of the pages, nothing more was written. Dean squinted at the pages, he was tempted to go back and read them. Never did it have a name in it, so who was it?
Dean didn't get much sleep that night. He woke up tired the next morning with Castiel on his mind.
Castiel was leaning against the side of the building like the previous day, except this time he looked around as if he were waiting for someone. Castiel stood straight up when he saw Dean heading his way, almost as if he were waiting for some sort of verdict.
"What did you think of my life?" Castiel joked when he got within earshot.
"Eventful."
"As one's life is," Castiel smirked, but it turned into a grimace.
"What is it?" Dean asked. Dean felt as if he's known Castiel forever, and they were really close. Really, he does know everything about him…
"You still want to talk to me? I mean I realize now that I kind of was a little excessive and all, but in my defense-"
"What are you talking about?" Dean raised one eyebrow at him. "You wrote down your thoughts - that I read without your permission - the only thing I want to know is who you were talking about most of the time. I mean, I understand that he's a boy that goes here and-"
"Are you stupid?"
Castiel immediately slaps a hand over his mouth. He hadn't wanted to say anything, that was for sure. Dean was taken back by his abrupt question.
"Umm, no. Why would you ask me that?"
Castiel just shakes his head, hand still cupping his own chin. Dean looked around and noticed that more and more students were arriving.
"Seriously, though. Did I miss something?" Dean pursed his lips together.
"It's you," Castiel slipping his hand away. "The person that makes me happy is you, and you had no idea."
Castiel's feet shuffled and looked like he was going to bolt. Meanwhile Dean was finally putting together the pieces. Green eyes. Tousled hair. Freckles. Castiel had been describing him all along.
Oh.
Castiel /
Castiel could watch the wheels turn in Dean's head. The way his face cocked slightly to the left, his eyebrows twitched and then a smile broke out on his beautiful face.
And then he laughs.
And Castiel wanted to be anywhere but there, preferably in front of a moving vehicle. Castiel's throat seemed impossibly dry as his cheeks and neck reddened with a deep blush. His eyes welled up, he almost let the tears fall.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"No," Dean's entire stance chanced. He immediately cut off his laugh and leaned down so that their eyes were on the same level. "I wasn't laughing at you, I swear."
Castiel's tears were gone.
"I just…" He trailed off and looked at the ground. Was that embarrassment Castiel saw on his face? What did he have to be embarrassed about?
"What is it?"
"I was just thinking - as I was reading - that whoever it was that made you happy that I wanted to introduce them to you, b-because you deserve to be happy." Dean no longer met Castiel's eyes.
Castiel opened his mouth to answer, desperately trying to find an appropriate response when the first bell rang.
Dean shot Castiel a quick smile before molding into the crowd entering the building. And Castiel was left to ponder what to do next. He always fantasized of Dean reading his notebook. And many times he thought that Dean would just pity him for a little while and then blow him off, like a lot of people did when his older brother died.
He definitely didn't expect Dean to actually care about him. He still wasn't sure, but Dean's actions seemed to favor the idea of him caring about Castiel's well-being. Either way, it's more than anyone's done for him, and - technically - he hasn't even done anything yet.
It made Castiel feel good.
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