Chapter 4
Castiel pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote his number on the paper and he handed it to Dean, and he walked down the hall to his locker. Dean stared at him as he went down the hall. Jo was staring at Dean. "You like him, Dean. I know, Dean, and you can't hide it from me. Sam sees it too, and it's going to get harder for you to hide if you keep staring at him like that. Dean, you are going to have to do something about this, and I know what you are thinking. The solution is not leaving Cas in the dust to maintain your ladies' man reputation. He means something to you and I have a feeling that you are going to need him in the future, Dean. Don't push him to the side so you don't have to worry about hurting him, because I think if you do you are going to hurt him and that's not what you want." Jo pulled away from Dean and looked him in the eyes, and she rested her hands on the side of his face. "He's good for you keep him around, Dean. I'll see you 7th hour, love you, and think about what I said." Jo kissed Dean and walked away not giving Dean time to respond to what she said. Dean grabbed his bag out of his locker and headed towards Castiel's locker.
Dean walked up to Castiel's locker and leaned up against the locker next to him. Dean pulled out his cell phone and inputted Castiel's number in his phone. Dean sent off a quick text to Castiel's number saying just his name. Castiel's phone went off and he flipped it open. "Really, you had to send me a text?" Castiel glanced over to Dean as he asked.
"Yeah, I had to make sure that you didn't give me a bogus number, Cas. I have had that happen to me before it was awful to know that she did it on purpose. I can't have it happen again."
"How could someone do that to someone as attractive as yourself, Dean? I mean that's just against humanity to deny someone as attractive as you their number." Cas stated as the sarcasm dribbled out of his mouth. Dean wrapped his arm around Castiel's shoulder and started walking down the hall.
"I can feel the sarcasm in the air," Dean shouted into the almost deserted hallway as the bell rang. Dean glanced at his phone to check the time, and Dean's arm slipped off Castiel's shoulder and his fingers intertwined with Castiel's. Dean pulled Castiel down the hall and into Mr. Padalecki's classroom for geometry. Dean pulled Castiel into the only vacant seat at the back of the room, and that's when he noticed his hand was in Castiel's and quickly pulled away and rested it on the table.
Castiel barely noticed though because he was staring at the extremely tall man in the front of the room. "Holy crap. He is huge," Castiel whispered out loud accidentally. Dean just chuckled and shock his head.
"You should meet his brother. I have, and his brother is taller than him, and all I can think is how that is even possible that someone is taller than him; I mean he's like 6'5" who can be taller than 6'5"?"
"Well, I think he's actually 6'4", but close enough." Castiel commented.
"How can you even tell that?" Dean questioned.
"Geometry. The ceilings are only eight feet tall, and he has a gap of about a foot and eight inches from his head to the ceiling. It's easy math." Castiel glanced at Dean and looked at him, and he saw the confusion written all over his face. "I have really great depth perception, Dean." All of a sudden there was a shadow looming over them causing Castiel and Dean to look up.
"Dean, are you and your friend done with your conversation? Because I would like to get to my class, now. Unless you aren't finished yet."
"Nope we were done. Just one question. How tall are you?" Dean asked bluntly, and Castiel buried his face in his hands.
"I'm 6'4", Dean. May I ask why you wanted to know?"
"Oh, no reason." Castiel was hoping that he would stop there, but Dean didn't. "My friend, Cas, just made a comment about how tall you were and I said how you were like 6'5", which he commented that you weren't 6'5" but in fact 6'4". I wanted to know how he figured that out and he went into this mathematical explanation that I didn't understand because I suck at math, and then you made a comment about how you wanted to start class. So what are we learning today?" Dean finished like he hadn't disrupted the class at all just smiling at Mr. Padalecki.
"Well, Dean, that was an interesting story. Castiel, right?" Mr. Padalecki questioned as he turned towards Castiel.
"Yeah," Castiel gulped.
"How did you figure out that I was 6'4" and not 6'5"?" he asked.
"The distance from you head to the ceiling," Castiel gulped again as he ducked his head down, trying not to be noticed.
"Interesting. Okay, to today's lesson." Mr. Padalecki walked back to the front of the room and started class, like nothing happened. Castiel spent the rest of class glaring at Dean out of the corner of his eye, and when the bell rang Castiel gathered his things and bolted out of the classroom. Dean followed him and grabbed his arm before he got too far.
"I'm sorry about that, Cas. Mr. Padalecki is new and I don't know him so he makes me a little nervous. I didn't know how to stop my mouth from talking; it was like I had no control and my defense mechanism for that is to redirect the attention to someone else, and you were just there. I'm sorry. Sam told me that this defense mechanism is one of my worst qualities, and I've been working on it, but it doesn't work when I'm nervous," Dean apologized as he tried to walk backwards down the hall to their next class.
"It's okay, Dean. I just hate the spotlight and I wasn't expecting it in that fashion."
"Okay, I really am sorry."
"Yup." Dean guided Castiel to their next class, which was Biology with Ms. Saville. Dean escorted Castiel into the Biology lab, and he sat them down at a lab table in the back of the room. Dean pulled his Biology textbook out of his bag and stood it up open and he pulled out his cell phone. He sent a text off to Jo. Hey, in Biology. What do you have this hour?
Dean set his phone to silence and set it on the counter the screen lite up and Dean flipped the phone open. Jo- I'm in my mom's room so you are going to have to wait to talk to me until study hall next hour. Sorry, darling.
Dean returned with It's alright. I don't want you to get in trouble with Aunt Ellen. Love you, and talk to you next hour.
Dean flipped it shut and looked over at Castiel. "Sorry, it's something Jo and I do to keep up appearances. If anyone would happen to look through either of our phones it would look like we actually act like a couple." Dean was cut off by his screen lighting up. Jo- Yup, love you, too. I need to talk to you next hour about you know what. Cas is in study hall with us, right?
Yup. Is it about him? Dean responded.
"Mr. Winchester, please put your cell phone away. I am about to start class." Jo-Yeah, now stop texting me; my mom is getting suspicious, and Ms. Saville is cracking down on cell phone usage.
K. talk to you later. Dean pocketed his phone, and looked over at Castiel as he set his book down. He smirked and looked back at the front of the room. They sat through class in silence, and when class was over, Dean pulled Castiel from the room and to the library where they had study hall. Jo was already sitting at the table and her and Dean normally sat at. Dean sat across from Jo, so she could put her feet up on Dean's lap, and Dean pulled Castiel into the seat next to him. "Hey, so what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Dean asked as he situated Jo's legs on his lap.
"Well, I wanted to continue our conversation from earlier about pushing people away." Dean's eyes looked from Jo to Castiel and then back. Jo saw the look that said later not in front of Castiel. Jo nodded. "But we can talk about it later, since today is Cas' first day, and we don't want to push him away by talking about your flaws."
"It's okay. I wanted to get a book to read anyway, if you two have to talk, then I can take a browse through the stacks." Castiel stood up and walked over to the bookcases and looked through the books. Castiel was standing on the other side of the shelf so he could see Jo and Dean. Castiel tried to read Dean's lips as he talked, a skill that Castiel had learned when trying to figure out what his parents were arguing about in their hushed tones. It worked then while he hid in the pantry, and his mother would always find him later and tell him that he shouldn't eavesdrop because sometimes when people are talking about certain things they don't want others to hear what they are talking about.
Castiel always responded with well if they are talking about me then I want to know what they are saying, and if they are talking about him he has the right to know what they are saying about him. His mother made a deal with him eventually and told him that when they had discussion about him that she would tell him what was said. Castiel never did like that and found new places to hide and read their lips.
Castiel read Dean's and Jo's lips, and when they looked up to find him he would move slightly by the shelf to "look" at a new set of books. Jo was saying something about how Dean needs to let more people into his life; the four friends that he had and one was practically his cousin, and his aunt and uncle his brother and his mother being the only people that he let into his life was very sad that he only had eight people in his life and he was related to or practically related to five of those people.
Dean retorted with something along the lines of I'm trying Jo, it's difficult to change after blocking so many people out for so long so he doesn't get hurt when the relationships backfire.
Jo was practically yelling at him to pull his head out of his ass and get out in the world. Have fun every once in a while. Jo then mentioned a party that she was going to on the following Friday, and she wanted him to go with him. Sam can stay with her mother, and he was going to go to the party with her. Dean glanced at Castiel, and Castiel moved down the shelves so Dean wouldn't suspect that he was reading their lips. Castiel glanced back up and saw that Dean was still staring at him, and their eyes meet with the shelf between them. Castiel's eyes were staring into the emerald green eyes of Dean, and Castiel knew that Dean had figured him out and he couldn't move, like he was rooted to the spot in the floor Dean didn't say anything though, he just kept talking to Jo like he didn't suspect a thing.
Dean was now talking about Castiel, how he should ask Castiel to come to the party and they could take him with them get him acquainted with more people so he could help him get to know more people. Dean's eyes were glistening as they stared into Castiel's and Jo was completely oblivious to the two men staring into each other's eyes. Castiel couldn't concentrate on the lip reading for he was staring into Dean's eyes and lost all trains of thought. Castiel could feel his legs losing the battle to stay in place, and he could slowing feel as he tilted to the side, and he caught himself on the shelf to brace himself because his head was swimming and he was losing himself.
This happened to Cas every once in a while where he gets light headed after standing in one spot for too long. After Castiel's father had started beating him when his mother wasn't around, Castiel received these head rushes that weren't predictable in any way. Castiel did have a procedure that he was supposed to follow, but once the head rushes hit he wasn't able to think about anything. Castiel could feel the floor reach up and grab him as Castiel slipped in his grasp on the shelf.
Dean saw as Castiel fell to the floor, and Dean bolted out of his seat and rushed over to Castiel. His back was arched in the air as Dean pulled him into his arms and held his head. Dean could hear Jo shouting at the librarian and Dean could hear the librarian on the phone with the office. Castiel could faintly hear Dean shouting at him and he tried to focus on his voice and only his voice, but it was difficult to concentrate on Dean's voice with all of the voices shouting in the library. Castiel felt as his body stopped seizing, and his eyes met Dean's.
"There we go. Now I can see your beautiful sapphire blue eyes. What was that? Are you alright?" Dean questioned.
"I'm epileptic. Can you get me to the office? I need to take some medication, and I need to call my mom." Dean looked into Castiel's eyes and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm going to pick you up alright?" Castiel nodded. "Jo, can you grab our bags, please? Do you want me to go to your locker first and get somethings?" Jo nodded as she walked away and pushed all of their things into their bags and grabbed the bags.
"No, I'm going to try and convince my mother that I don't need to go home yet. I just want to see if I can last through the last hour. Please. Get me to the office, please, Dean." Dean picked Castiel up off the floor and carried him to the office. Castiel was resting his head against Dean's chest and shoulder, and his arms wrapped around Dean's neck. "Dean, I'm sorry you had to see me like this. I usually don't have my attacks at school, but when my nerves are high; it can sometimes trigger an attack," Castiel whispered into Dean's shoulder.
"Cas, shhh. It's okay, in these situations you can't always predict what is going to happen and you can't stop it. Just rest for now, and I'll get you home." Dean walked into the office with Castiel in his arms, and Jo trailed behind him with their bags on her shoulders. "Hey, Hannah. Cas, just had an epileptic seizure he says he has medication here that he needs to take, and he also says he needs to call his mother."
"Yeah, Dean. Just a second. You can lay him in the nurse's office; quickly, please." Dean followed orders and carried Castiel into the nurse's office, and laid him on the little bed in there.
