Hello y'alls. I finished this chapter like three days ago, but was being weird and I couldn't post. Sorry. But hey, I hope you like this chapter, and also, I was thinking...I think I am going to post this story on Tumblr. Please tell me if that could be a good idea. I want to see if it would be as popular there as it is here.
BTW, I am making Michael look like young John Winchester for two reasons. A) Everyone makes him Adam, so I am changing it up, and B) He is freaking hot, and Michael needs to have that hot, football player vibe. No offense to Adam, but young John says that far better than he ever could. So...enjoy this chapter, okay? No? Fine, I can't tell you what to do.
Chapter Nine: Aca-Akward
The night was extremely awkward. Naomi kept staring at Balthazar with a vicious sneer, Balthazar ignored her and attended to Samandriel when he needed it, Gabriel and Lucifer tried to keep Alfie from Naomi as much as possible, and Castiel and Anna were simple observers of the dinner that night. It was a simple dinner, just spaghetti and meat sauce, but Castiel could only look down at his plate compared to the scene unfolding before him.
"I do not understand, Balthazar. Like other men is not right, both religiously and conceptually. Women and men are supposed to be together, unlike males." Naomi hissed at the man at one point in the night, and Balthazar put his fork down.
"Excuse me? This is my life, Naomi, and whether you like it or not, I am gay!" Balthazar exclaimed, and Castiel looked further into his lap. This was hurting him, because he knew it would be even worse if he came out to his mother, knowing how unaccepting she was of their cousin, what would she think of her own son?
"I am just pointing out the wrongness of what you are doing." Naomi announced, beginning to eat once more, and at that moment, Samandriel looked up from his mess of a plate at Naomi, frowning and pulling his eye brows together.
"Aunt Naomi? Why don't you like brother? My teacher, Ms. Jones said that everyone needs to be liked, no matter what." Alfie asked her with wide, innocent eyes. Balthazar grinned at the floundering woman. Naomi was defeated for the night, and Gabriel almost whooped in joy after she trudged up the stairs after dinner.
"That is going to be the last we see of her tonight, and I have questions. One, Cassie, tell me about Dean-o." Balthazar leaned forward and put his head in his hands in anticipation. Castiel sighed.
"He is…incredible. Dean has these green eyes…I have never seen anything like them. His face looks like it was carved by some sort of angel. And the thing is…he isn't popular. Never has been, and I had no clue who he was until he knocked me down a month ago." Castiel explained, and Lucifer and Anna glanced at him.
"So, Cassie's got a boyfriend? Nice." Lucifer chuckled, and Castiel was surprised at his acceptance. Luci noticed his surprise. "And Castiel, you're my brother. Did you honestly think that I wouldn't care for you if you were playing for the other team?"
"I guess I did. I apologize for thinking that." Castiel said, and Gabriel grinned mischievously.
"You guys fuck yet?" Gabriel hinted, nudging Castiel with his elbow, and Castiel choked on air, glaring at his brother murderously.
"No, and even if I did, there would be no way I would talk about my sex life with you guys. And watch your mouth around Samand-Alfie." Castiel hissed at Gabriel, and Lucifer laughed loudly at the red seeping across Castiel's cheeks. Anna giggled and Balthazar had a look of pride on his face. They spent the remainder of the night talking about their lives; Castiel's sexuality only came up twice after they finished the first conversation. Balthazar retired to his room after Samandriel nodded off in his arms, Anna and Castiel soon after. The twins stayed downstairs together for awhile, plotting something…but other than that, the night was relatively peaceful.
"Welcome back, I am pleased to say that the balcony scene is nearly over, which means we will have little more to read in this scene. Will our Romeo and Juliet please refrain from snogging in my classroom again, please? Thank you, and action!" Mr. Crowley shouted and Dean and Cas looked down at the books, and Castiel cleared his throat.
"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-" Castiel stated assuredly, and the class settled in to watch the magnificent performance continue. Dean ignored the eager stares of the girls at Castiel and began to read.
"O, swear not by the moon, the inconsistent moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable." Dean countered, raising a suspicious eyebrow at Castiel, and he chuckled lightly.
"What shall I swear by?" Castiel asked somewhat mockingly, and Dean pushed his lip out in a small pout.
"Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idoltry,
And I'll believe thee." Dean assured him, smiling lightly at his boyfriend. Castiel nodded and gripped his hands.
"If my heart's dear love-" Castiel began, but Dean held up a hand to stop him.
"Well do not swear: although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!" Dean declared, as multiple girly giggles met his ears. Dean fought the red flush that threatened to rise up his neck and onto his cheeks. Castiel smirked, looking around the class.
"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" Castiel joked, mocking a look of horror, and Dean scoffed at the look.
"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?" Dean inquired; a cocky smiled gracing his face.
"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine." Castiel suggested.
"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again." Dean assured him, and Castiel threw his arms in the air.
"Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?" Castiel pleaded, and Dean swallowed.
"But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite." Dean paused and glanced at the front of the class. "I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again." Dean finished, and Castiel glanced at the front as well.
"O blessed, blessed night! I am afeared.
Being in night, all this but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial." Castiel exclaimed, a small hint of truth seeping through, and Dean couldn't help but notice it.
"Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world." Dean announced, finishing just as the bell rang. Mr. Crowley snapped out of a daze and slapped his book closed.
"Looks like you two have another day of reading, good luck and please don't die between now and Monday." Mr. Crowley grimaced at the teenagers as they left the class. Castiel and Dean gathered their things and went to lunch. Michael was in the back of the class, slinking past the pair in the hallway and keeping a keen eye on them. However, Castiel and Dean were far too absorbed in each other to even notice, which probably was their first mistake…
Castiel had slid his arm around Dean's waist as they walked to the table by the corner of the cafeteria, and there was an unfamiliar blonde girl sitting there. She turned and grinned widely at Dean.
"Dean! It's so good to see you!" She exclaimed as she stood and pulled Dean into a tight hug and away from Castiel. Dean was genuinely shocked and returned it with a smile.
"Jo? Holy crap, I haven't seen you in years! Where the hell have you been?" Dean demanded, and Castiel stood awkwardly. The girl, Jo apparently, pulled back from the hug and laughed a little.
"The Roadhouse with mom, actually. Since dad died, she needed all the help she could get. I tried to go to school around there, but I couldn't handle being away from my main man anymore, and also, Bobby and my mom finally sealed the deal, so she is happy. Not as happy as I am though to be back in my element." She teased, punching Dean in the shoulder, and Castiel stiffened.
"Oh, Cas, this is Jo, my best friend from when I was a kid. Our parents knew each other and we are…were really close. Jo, this is…my boyfriend, Castiel." Dean introduced them and Jo nodded in acceptance.
"Good job, Dean. I'm proud of you for finding someone who makes you happy. Before you ask if I'm okay with you being gay, just don't. I always knew you played for the other team, so no worries." Jo assured Dean with a smile, and both teenagers sighed in relief. Castiel because he didn't have to worry about competition for Dean, and Dean didn't have to worry about his best friend hating him.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jo. I enjoy meeting all of Dean's friends." Castiel said, holding out his hand. She gripped it tightly and pulled him close to her in a hug and reached up on her toes.
"If you hurt Dean, I will castrate you. Understand me?" Jo hissed into his ear, and Dean blushed a little.
"Charlie already got to him, although your threat may affect me more than Charlie's threat." Dean joked, and Castiel pulled Dean quickly to his side and kissed his neck gently. Jo and Charlie shielded their eyes and made disgusted noises.
"Ugh…stop. Please, my poor lesbian eyes can't handle the testosterone!" Charlie practically shouted, and Benny glanced up, then back down at his food with a smirk. Jo giggled and sat down. Dean sat and began to talk to Jo some more while Castiel got more acquainted with Charlie and Benny. Well…mostly Charlie, because Benny was still somewhat suspicious of Castiel, but he was far more accepting than he was the day before, but there was still an awkwardness to his gaze. Castiel looked over to Dean at one point and gripped his hand to get his attention.
"I was wondering if you would like to go to a party with me, tonight. Inias and Hester are having a get together, and I would love to have you join me and my brothers. And Jo, Charlie, Benny; you are welcome to come as well. Inias is one of the few people who do not mind our relationship, and I would like him to officially meet you." Castiel told him, and Dean nodded.
"That sounds great. Jo? Charlie? Benny? You guys free?" Dean asked around the table, and Jo and Charlie said they could go, while Benny shook his head.
"Nah, brotha. I got work to do, sorry." Benny excused himself and left the table, and Dean watched him go.
"Don't worry about him, Cas. He's just…this is really new to him, I mean you." Dean said, and Castiel nodded.
Benny had left and steamed to the library for the rest of lunch. He hated that Dean gave into Castiel's whole 'I have eyes for you and only you' thing. Benny knew that Castiel wasn't serious, and that he was just getting under Dean's skin. He was so absorbed in his thoughts, he barely noticed a guy sit across from him.
"Hello, Benny." Benny looked up and met eyes with none other than Michael Milton. His green-blue eyes were semi-amused and he was smiling.
"What do you want?" Benny sneered at the football player.
"I'm here to talk about Castiel. I think I have a plan that will be…mutually beneficial. It would get Castiel away from Dean for good. But I need your help. So I need to know now, are you in, or are you out." Michael demanded, and Benny thought for only a second.
"What'd ya need me ta do?"
