A/N: FML! Hello I'm still alive I'm so sorry I've been MIA I had a huge response to the last chapter thank you so much let me love you all! Between packing to go to uni in four weeks and holiday in two weeks I haven't had the time or energy to update But I have the weekend to myself so I might be able to write more then hopefully :')

Enjoy!

Emm xx

Chapter nine

"Dude, look alive!"

Sam hissed as he leant forward and poked Castiel in the back with his pen. His friend's head shot up from its place on the desk as their maths teacher turned from the chalkboard and frowned at the whispering coming from towards the back of the room.

"Am I boring you Mr Milton?"

"No Sir… I'm just concentrating on this problem."

The teacher frowned again but seemingly satisfied he went back to scribbling out equations. A piece of paper landed on Castiel's desk and he glanced around before unfolding it.

Dean didn't say anything to me this morning. Have you seen him since we got to school?

Castiel shook his head slightly, knowing that Sam was watching. He quickly wrote a reply and passed it behind his back as discreetly as he could.

He had been dreading going into school that morning; it wasn't that he was worried about being in class with Dean because the two year age difference meant that they only shared gym period which wasn't even that day. But he knew that he would have to come face to face with his worst fear; Dean knowing about his secret and not wanting to speak to him ever again.

Seconds later the crumpled note landed next to his hand again.

What are you going to do ?

He shrugged once. He and Sam had invented the non verbal communication code when Mr Harrison had put them in a two hour detention the semester before this one. Sam would get the message that he had no idea what he was going to do.

The lunch bell rang before Sam could pass him another a note and he scooped up his possessions, rising from his chair and dashing from the classroom as fast as he could. He didn't notice the other person who had fallen into step beside him.

"Cass… I-I think we need to talk."


Castiel shifted uncomfortably on the plastic stool in the cafeteria, trying to avoid Dean's eye as best as he could. The elder teen was tapping his fingers on the shiny tabletop.

"So I'll start, shall I?"

Dean's tone was bright and obviously forced. He was kind of relieved that Anna was still ill, there was no way he could talk to her brother seriously without her getting suspicious.

"Look, before you say anything. You shouldn't be mad at Sammy okay? This isn't his fault- Well not entirely, anyway. "

Castiel met his eyes finally and Dean felt like the world had suddenly crashed around them just because of the expression on that young face. Embarrassment , shock and anger were swimming around in these massive eyes and Dean gulped before continuing.

" I'm dating your sister Cass, I love Anna and I'm sorry but that isn't going to change."

Castiel nodded slowly and fiddled with the shoulder strap of his bag, casting his eyes downwards. Dean sighed, before standing up and hovering uncertainly.

"I am sorry Cass."

With that, Dean turned and walked out of the hall, leaving Castiel feeling empty inside.


"So.. You didn't call me the other day."

Castiel's head whipped to the side to see Meg, sitting in her normal English class seat and staring at him. She grinned and tapped his arm in what he supposed was meant to be a reassuring gesture.

"Don't worry about it, not like I was hanging around and moping you know."

"Meg I-"

Meg smirked and gripped her hand around his elbow tighter than was probably necessary and Castiel fought back the pained whimper that was developing in his throat.

"I know that you are hopelessly and stupidly in love with the less girly Winchester. It's okay, Castiel."

Castiel's eyes widened. "H-How did you find out?"

"You haven't jumped my bones yet. I can help you, you know."

Castiel's eyebrows crawled up his forehead and into his hairline at those three words. He leant in closer to her and placed a hand over hers gently.

"How?"

Meg smiled and reached into her bag, just as Sam approached the empty table behind Castiel and stared with disbelieving eyes at the scene in front of him.

"Uh, what's going on?"

Castiel's brow wrinkled as he looked up from his new friend to his oldest friend who was looking as confused as he felt.

"I don't know Sam."

"Oh, my dear boys!" Meg's tinkling laugh was unexpected and she beckoned them to lean into her personal space again.

"I'm going to help you win Dean Winchester's heart. He'll be begging to be in your bed by the time I've finished."

A/N: So I'm tired.. Which isn't an excuse for how shit this is I'm sorry :( Hugs? Or cookies! either work hehehehe xxx