A/N: God, I need to start popping this baby out! I just got another idea for a fic, but I can't start until this one is done otherwise I'll probably abandon it. And I don't want that to happen to another one of my mind children. D: Besides, I'm having way too much fun writing this! :3
The title is lyrics from Movie Loves a Screen by April Smith.
Onward! Kripke and CW own everything, blah blah blah I don't blah blah blah…
Chapter 6: I Just Want to Mean Something to You
It took him until Thursday to convince Castiel to join him at the table in the cafeteria. Don't get him wrong, he loved hanging out with Castiel in the music room, especially since he never really got to play the guitar anymore, but he could only go so long without eating a burger.
So, it was on that day that he was happily munching away at him school hamburger - granted it was probably just as much "real meat" as McDonald's served, but it did the job - while he watched Castiel pay for his own lunch. When the shy boy sat down next to him, he grinned when he saw that his plate was pretty much identical to his own.
"You like burgers?" Dean asked with a grin.
Castiel smiled back, just a slight upturn of lips but it definitely reached his. "I suppose you could call it a 'guilty pleasure'."
Dean laughed and Castiel smiled a little wider at that. He was just about to take a bite of his lunch when he glanced up and saw Gabriel looking at him over his shoulder. Their eyes met and for a second he thought his brother would acknowledge him, but it was crushed when the older boy quickly glanced away and started chatting up the tall guy next to him.
"You alright?" Dean asked when he noticed him pause.
"Yeah," he said softly, then glanced at Dean to, hopefully, smile reassuringly at him. "Yeah, fine. I guess I'm just not used to being in such a crowded and noisy room."
Dean seemed to believe him and patted his shoulder reassuringly just as two people sat down at the table; a scruffy looking boy and an over cheerful blond girl.
"Who's your friend, Dean?" The girl asked, looking between the two intensely, while smiling, of course.
Dean removed his hand from Castiel's shoulder so she would stop staring, and he could already tell that it was making Castiel uncomfortable.
"His name's Castiel. Cas, this is Becky and Chuck," he replied.
"Nice to meet you," the boy - chuck - said over the lunchroom chatter. "So, you're Dean's tutor, right?"
Castiel nodded and Dean nudged him with his elbow as another girl joined the table. "Cas, this is Jo. Could you please tell her that I'm not stupid?"
Jo snorted and Castiel's brows furrowed in confusion. "I have always known that you are far from stupid, Dean. Why would anyone think that?" Dean grinned a little wider and then the other began to laugh.
"I said he was to lazy to be smart. If he applied himself then he'd probably be as smart as Sammy," Jo explained, batting her eyelashes at Dean.
Said boy didn't notice, but Castiel did. He chose not to comment. "Yes, Dean is lazy."
"Hey!" Dean huffed and shoved Castiel gently. When he looked over and saw that Dean was grinning in amusement, he smiled back.
Dean noticed Becky's grin growing wider in excitement and he shot her his best impression of Sam's "bitch face". She took the hint and started chatting with Chuck and Jo, but she would shoot knowing glances at Dean and Castiel through out the entire period.
After lunch, the two boys parted ways and the day progressed as usual. Which meant, Dean taking notes on autopilot while his mind wandered to Castiel.
Like, how in the hell the boy had wormed his way into Dean's heart. Now, he didn't really have a type when it came to guys, but he was pretty sure nerdy, little Castiel was not his type. Nerdy, little, beautiful, blue-eyed Castiel. Dean loved his eyes, they were probably the first thing that attracted him. Next was his slender fingers that seemed to just dance across anything that he touched and all Dean wanted was to take his hand and kiss every knuckle...
When had he became such a romantic idiot? He felt like he was living in a chick flick...
Despite his annoyance with his over sappiness, Castiel stayed on his mind for the rest of the day. Except for auto shop; any distractions while using some of those tools could result in the loss of a few fingers. But, as he tried to do some homework during study hall, all he could think about was beautiful blue eyes, thin, graceful fingers, and a rough but oh so soothing voice…
God, he wanted to slam his head against something hard. Sam seemed to sense this and started snickering.
"Thinking about your little crush?" he teased.
Dean shot his younger brother a dirty look. "Like you're one to talk."
There was a slight blush decorating Sam's cheeks, but he shrugged off his brother's comment and went back to his AP Chem. homework. Dean did the same - as in, go back to his homework because he was barely getting through regular chemistry, so he'd never survive honors and definitely not AP - but still found Cas on his mind. It was a little easier around that time along because he found himself wondering, "how would Cas explain this?" to get through difficult questions.
He could almost picture how Castiel would be hunched over the books, his fingers pointing to key clues, using his other hand to write out examples. Eyelashes would hide his eyes from Dean view until he glanced up and those pink, plush lips would move and ask if he understood. Oh, he understood alright. They would lean towards each other, Castiel's kissable lips moving and forming Dean's name on them, and they were close, so close that he could feel the other's breath…
The bell snapped him out of his daydream - thank God! He packed up his bag and was out of the room in record time before Sam could question him. The last thing he needed was his little brother just taking one look at him and instantly knowing - because the kid had a weird way of doing that - about his little crush on his tutor. Well, not that he didn't already know that, but it was probably a little more serious at that point. So, if Sam figured that out, he'd start spouting out dating advice, and getting even more flustered over it was the last thing that Dean needed.
God, his life really was turning into a chick-flick…
He drove to Castiel's and it was the same as any other day that week except Dean had exceptionally sweaty hands and his heart was pounding like mad. He caught Cas staring at him a few times, not the kind to see if Dean was alright or not, but the kind of look that Castiel was just… looking at him. If that made any sense; he didn't really know the "girly terms" for it.
Again they finished and Castiel walked Dean out to his car. Those blue eyes met his and seemed to just be searching for an answer that may or may not be there. Dean found himself being drawn in like he was hypnotized, but he broke the trance before he got too lost.
"Hey, are you busy Friday night?" he asked while glancing away.
"Why?" was all Castiel said in return.
Dean chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. "I was thinking we could hang out and watch a few DVDs or something?"
"Is this going to be your attempt to educate me on the many ways and workings of Dean Winchester?" Castiel chuckled.
"It's possible." He grinned at his friend. "Corruption of another person does sound like it's down my alley."
Castiel chuckled - a sound that always made his heart lurch - and nodded. "I believe that we could do that."
"Sweet! Then I'll see you tomorrow!"
Cas smiled and nodded. He waved to Dean as he drove off, like he did every night, and it still made the eldest Winchester grin like a 12-year-old girl. The smiled stuck around through dinner, and long into the night. Sam kept shooting him weird looks after he saw the knowing look his mom kept shoot his brother. And, after they retired to their rooms for the night, Sam instantly went to his brother's.
"Heya, Sammy!" Dean called from his bed where he was reading a magazine.
"Hey Dean," he greeted and shut the door behind him. "Got a minute?"
He shrugged and his little brother sat on the edge of his bed. "What's on you mind?" he asked.
"Okay, what's going on with you, Dean? You've been obnoxiously happy, hanging out with that tutor of yours, and, I mean, come on! Don't think I didn't notice that you skipped lunch for three days to go play guitar with the guy in the music room. You rarely touch that thing."
Dean laughed and shook his head. His brother had a point, and usually he'd come up with some smart-ass comment or lie and then boot Sam from the room. However, his good mood was making him calm and he didn't mind explaining things to Sam. But, probably only Sam.
"What can I say? I like the guy!"
Sam cocked an eyebrow at him. "So why are you so happy today?"
If it was at all possible, Dean's grin widened. "I'm hanging out with him Friday night. We're gonna watch some movies and stuff."
Now that made Sam grin. "And… stuff?"
"Yeah, you know… anything else we decide to do while chilling out." Sam's smirk finally broke through Dean's good mood, and he scowled. "Don't look at me like that! We're just friends."
"Whatever you say, Dean," he chuckled. They bantered back and forth for a while longer before Dean finally had enough and kicked his brother out.
The next morning, Dean hurried threw his morning preparations before going to the living room and grabbing movie after movie from the rack in the corner. Indiana Jones, Star Wars, Star Trek - but only the ones with Kirk as captain - along with his collection of Fast and Furious movies. God he loved them and their beautiful, beautiful cars! His Impala was still his favorite car in the world though.
"Got enough movies there, Hun?" Mary chuckled from the doorway. "What are you doing with those?"
Dean grinned and flashed his mom a thumbs up. "Having movie night with Cas! So, I'll be home late. Or maybe I'll just stay over at his house, not sure yet..."
Mary smiled and shook her head. "Well, those are not going to do. Here, have him watch this one before any of those." The pulled a case out of the rack and handed it to her son.
"Dead Poets Society?" He read with an arched eyebrow. Even he hadn't seen that movie yet.
"From what you boys have told me about Castiel, I'm sure he'd really like this movie," she explained, a determined smiled on her face.
"Mom... This doesn't have any chick-flick moments, does it?"
"Just watch the movie!" He snapped him with the twirled towel in her hands, laughed, and left the room.
After that, he threw all the DVD's in a bag, ran into the kitchen for the breakfast Mary made him - two slices of peanut butter and grape jelly toast, which he smushed together for a delicious sandwich - and ran out the door with Sam tow.
Before they walked into school, Dean stashed the bag of movies in his trunk and there they stayed till the end of the day. School went by agonizingly slow for the oldest Winchester, and lunch, which he usually found as a blessing, was worse. Castiel had texted him saying that he had a test to take and wouldn't be joining them at lunch. So, not only was the day going slow because he was excited to go to Cas', but it went even slower than before because he didn't get to see him at all. It was like the universe wanted all of his apprehension and excitement directed at one point in time to make him miserable.
Luckily, the final bell rang, and just in time, too. Any longer and Sam probably would have stabbed his older brother for complaining about the time. But, he didn't have time to do anything as Dean practically ran from the classroom. Nothing out of the ordinary, but for once, his hurry to be out of there was for an entirely different reason.
That night, the two boys flew through their homework in record time, leaving the easy stuff for Dean to finish later on in the weekend. By 5:30 they had finished and packed everything away and were setting up fort in the living room (which had the biggest TV mounted on the wall that he had ever seen!). Castiel had just finished ordering some pizzas when Dean started setting out the movies.
"I was told that we were supposed to watch this movie first, and I'm not about to skip it cuz it'll probably cost me my soul," he joked as he waved around the DVD case for Dead Poets Society.
Castiel chuckled and took the case to put in the movie. "Is it good?"
"No, idea, but apparently it might be more up your ally than Indiana Jones. Not sure what alley you're chilling in..." He teased and made Cas laughed again.
"Let's just watch the movie," he suggested and sat on the couch with Dean.
Actually, he had to admit that his mom had excellent taste in movies. He wasn't a big fan of Robin Williams, but next to Jack, Dead Poets Society was one of his excellent movies. His attention was grabbed almost instantly when he identified one of the character's as "Wilson" from House. All it took for Cas to get sucked in was the literature.
Dean actually wanted to punch the pizza guy when he showed up, so Cas decided it was his job to get the food to prevent bloodshed.
After the minor setback, the two boys ate their dinner and continued the movie. No matter what, Dean will forever deny that they cried at the end of that movie, but he definitely liked the movie.
After that, Castiel chose Star Wars since he hears more references to those than the other movies. Needless to say, he became a fan of those too, much to Dean's delight.
Apparently Castiel's parents were gone for the weekend so he was allowed to stay over. Which was good because halfway through Revenge of the Sith they fell asleep together on the couch. He woke up for a moment to see Castiel's head on his shoulder and snuggled up to his side. With a small smile, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep, ignoring the fact that he was against cuddling.
Honestly, it's been, like, 14 years since I watch the star wars movies, so I really hope Revenge of the Sith is one of the movies and not a game. XD;;
And sorry this took so long, I had major writer's block. :/ next chapter, we shall see why Gabriel and Cas aren't close! :D