AHH! SORRY LAST NIGHT I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED CHAPTER 8 FROM THE WRONG STORY LAST NIGHT! HERES THE REAL ONE!


WOW SORRY GUYS ITS BEEN WAAAAY TOO LONG SINCE IVE POSTED A CHAPTER! School has just been really crazy lately, finals are in less than a week, I had a group of 6 year old gymnasts to get ready for a performance, work at the pool and WAHH. Things have just been over all nuts, but here's your dose of cheesy, crappy destiel AU from me. :) Thanks for all reviews, favs and follows!


CAS POV

I smiled like an idiot out the impala window. Dean had just given me a flower and he'd said he liked my dancing and he was taking me home. We pulled out of the parking lot. Dean asked me which way to turn and I told him left.

I was actually slightly nervous about him seeing my house, we weren't the richest family. We didn't have the best living but we did good enough. Whereas Deans family must have been very well off financially. Dean had his beautiful car and sharp leather jackets, but me; I walked or took the bus to school and I have trouble affording my dance outfits. My house was about ten minutes away now.

I snuck a look at Dean. Wow, I found I liked it when he drove. It was hard to explain, but for some reason he just looked amazing in that car; so confident with his strong hands on the wheel and his face lit in the setting sun. No. Stop. God Castiel stop. I told myself to look away but my body didn't listen. He was beautiful. Castiel NO. Dean has been a so wonderful and friendly, don't ruin it by going all goo-goo eyes at him. Straight people always hated it when you thought of them that way. But I couldn't help it!...But he"ll think I'm creepy, he'll be never talk to me again!

I continued internally arguing with myself, caught up in my own head. Apparently I still had my eyes fixed on Dean's face and he seemed to have noticed. He chuckled. I must have looked fairly comical with my brows all scrunched up and my face pouting at the conflict that was going on in my brain. Dean lifted a hand from the wheel and waved it in front of my face.

"Helllooo? Castiel, Are you there?" I snapped back into reality, quickly looking back to the window to hide my blush. Dean chuckled again. "Sorry to snatch you out of wonderland but you kinda zoned out on my face." I kept my eyes on the houses outside, he wasn't exactly helping my blush go away.

"Dean, I'm sorry,... for staring. That's very rude of me." I allowed myself to look at him again, he was actually smiling for some reason.

"Well I can't blame you Castiel." I tilted my head, confused. He motioned to his face "I mean who could deny a chance to get a good look at this." He teased. I forced out an awkward chuckle and I had to face back to the window as my face glowed with red again. The car was silent except for the music, which had switched to Night Flight by Led Zeppelin. I could hear Dean tapping on the steering wheel and I smirked. Cute...NO.

We were about halfway to my house and starting to get into a bad neighbourhood. My neighborhood. I directed Dean to turn at the next intersection then drive straight the rest of the way. To break the silence Dean brought up the topic of school. He told me that we were in the same pre-calculus class (like I hadn't noticed). He was marvelling at how I got so good at math that I was in a grade 12 class.

"It's amazing" Dean said. "I'm barely passing that class and you're probably kicking all us older kids in the ass!" I smiled, flattered.

"Dean it's really not that impressive it just comes naturally to me." I said shrinking into my seat in shyness and delight. No one ever complimented me like that. They just got mad that I 'heightened the teachers expectations of everyone else'. Dean gave me an incredulous look.

"Well I think it is, my god Castiel, you've got everything. You- you're smart, you're an amazing dancer, you've got that uh, face of yours. Not to be weird, just you know what I mean... with the eyes and the cheekbones and big pink l-." Dean cleared his throat. It was strange seeing him stutter through a conversation like this. He was usually well composed. "Jesus, I just mean like...ahem, the girls- er.. the guys must love you." I raised my eyebrows and my stomach fluttered. Dean really thought all that about me? I wanted to sit and mull over the fact in my brain but I pulled myself together and answered him instead.

"Well, not really. There's not many guys like me in Lawrence, Kansas, Dean. I've only ever had one boyfriend. His name was Balthazar, he was alright but we ended up breaking it off."

"Oh. Why?" Dean asked, eyes on the road.

"Well I just didn't think he wanted something long term, like I did. It was like he thought our relationship was a game and I was tired of it. I believe in love, Dean. I don't think relationships are just fun and jokes, even in high school. I want someone who can really commit."

"Oh." Dean looked like he was thinking hard. "Well I hope you find someone who realizes your worth and wants to keep you forever too." I had no clue what to say to that besides "Thanks." So it was a good thing we were almost at my house. "Dean, my house is right up there, the one with the grey roof." Dean nodded and pulled up beside the sidewalk and turned off the car.


There ya go, a bit longer than usual to make up for the ridiculous hiatus-ish-ness. I hope you liked!