Chapter 9 – Rings Deceit:

A/N: Thank you casdean185, stonewhiteclown, Casismyfavorite, and Perdita Storme for the reviews. Sorry this has taken so long. Hopefully the last chapter won't take me as long to update.

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[XRings of ConvictionX]

Dean is sitting in Castiel's classroom with his lunch, smiling at Castiel as he tries to figure out a joke Dean just said. "Forget it Cas, if you don't get it now, you're never going to get it." Dean chuckles.

Castiel's head tilts and his eyebrows scrunch in concentration. "Can't you explain it to me?"

Dean stands up, chuckling. He wraps his arms around the man in front of him and shakes his head no. "I think I would like to watch you ponder a little longer." Dean says, kissing Castiel's forehead.

There's knocking on the door so Dean and him separate, Dean going back to his seat. "Come in." Castiel calls as soon as Dean is sat.

The person who knocked opens the door and in walks Sam. "I figured you'd be here Dean, everyone is wondering where you are."

"You didn't tell them did you?" Dean asks, looking at his little brother intently.

"No, of course not." Sam steps into the room and shuts the door behind him. "But seriously Dean, at school of all places? That's a little risky isn't it?"

Dean shrugs. "I suppose."

"Then what are you doing?" Sam looks at him in annoyance.

"Eating." Dean says as if it's obvious and it earns him a bitch face from Sam.

Sam shakes his head in exasperation. "Dean, you need to be more careful."

He stands, anger forming slowly in his chest and he gets defensive. "I thought you said you'd stop preaching me about this?"

"Not when you're doing it at school." Sam practically yells.

Castiel then steps in. "Okay, okay, that's enough. Sam you're right, it is pretty risky to do this at the school but I'm not going to stop seeing him."

"Hah!" Dean says happily as soon as he hears his angel say that.

Castiel eyes him in amusement. "However…" He looks back to Sam. "We'll no longer meet in school."

"Hey!" Dean looks to his secrete lover.

"Does that satisfy you Samuel?" Castiel asks.

Sam rolls his eyes and sighs. "Barely, no offence Mr. Novak but I wish Dean would stop seeing you all together."

The ring teacher nods in understanding, looking to the floor and then back at Dean's little brother. "Sorry Sam, that's not going to happen."

"Yeah I know." Sam then walks out of the room, most likely heading to his next class since the bell will be ringing soon.

Dean turns to the teacher. "What do you mean we aren't going to be meeting in school anymore?"

"Dean," Castiel walks behind his desk and starts to stack papers. "Your brother is right, we can't risk meeting here."

Dean slumps into his seat. "Is it just me or does it feel like every time we take a step forward there's always something that sets us two steps back?"

Castiel smiles at him sadly and sighs. "I know Dean but it's kind of something you need to expect when you're not even allowed to be together in the first place."

"I know." Dean says sadly as he hears the bell ring. He sighs and stands up, grabbing his tray. "I'll see you later Cas."

"See you Dean." Castiel watches as Dean leaves the classroom and other students push pass him to get into the classroom.

Dean's chest feels heavy as he walks to his next class. It's getting more and more frustrating with Castiel and the more Dean starts to think about Castiel's plan of getting out. The more he thinks about that plan, the more he likes it and the more he wants to do it.

He won't though, he knows he won't, for Castiel's sake. As he walks into his next class he realizes he never set up when to meet up with Castiel again and he sighs, again, to himself, feeling stupid and depressed.

He sits in his normal seat and then Jo sits next to him which is her normal seat. "You were absent from lunch again. Where have you been going during it, Sam hasn't been much help."

Dean shrugs. "Just walking around. I haven't been that hungry lately." Dean lies easily.

"You've been acting very strange Dean Winchester." Jo looks to the front then as the teacher begins the long and boring class.

After school Dean walks home with Sam, walking pass the library. He eyes it longingly and hears Sam huff from beside him. "Hurry up and go in but don't stay long."

Dean looks at his brother in surprise. "Really?"

Sam motions to the building with his chin. "Hurry."

"Thank you Sammy." Dean smiles and hurriedly runs into the library and then he begins to search for Castiel. He finds him in the ancient Earth section. The man isn't facing him so Dean sneaks up behind him and places both his hands in front of his eyes. "Guess who?"

The man chuckles as Dean presses his chest to Castiel's back. "Hello Dean." The man turns around to face the teen.

"Hey." Dean greets with a large smile and sneaking his arms around the shorter man's waist. "You said not at school so how about here?"

Castiel looks around and then leans in so their lips are a millimeter away. "As long as no one is watching." He whispers seductively. Dean then squeals, like a girl to Dean's dismay, when Castiel grabs a hold of his ass with both hands.

"What are you horny?" Dean smirks at the older man in his arms.

Castiel chuckles again and then grinds his hips against Dean's. "And you're not?"

Dean huffs a nervous laugh. "You are making me horny; remember I'm a teenager, girls' tits still make me horny."

Castiel bites his neck roughly causing Dean to yelp in shocked pain. Castiel then pulls away and looks at him in warning to stay silent adding onto the look with, "You should only be getting turned on by me."

Dean looks at him in surprise. "S-sorry."

Castiel's face then turns into satisfaction, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips. "There's a bathroom… with a lock… want to…" Castiel bites his bottom lip with a pleading look.

It takes all of Dean's strength to not fall victim to that look. "I'm sorry Cas, my brother is waiting for me outside and he told me to make this little pit stop quick." Castiel's face falls and the man backs up out of his arms. "Cas…"

"No I…" Castiel pauses, gathering his thoughts. "I understand."

"Hey," Dean steps up to him again, cupping his face with his hands. "You're not the only one who is bummed out, okay? Trust me I want to but I can't." Dean kisses his forehead. "Reign check?" Castiel kisses Dean just before the corner of his mouth and then nods. "Besides, you left me with a raging boner." Castiel smiles at that, keeping his face close to Dean's but not looking at the man either. Dean reaches up again and wipes that one tear he saw streak down his cheek. He then kisses the man's forehead one last time before turning around and walking out, trying to hide his erection as best he can.

When he walks out of the building, Sam eyes him with his mouth hanging open. "What the hell happened to your neck?"

Dean's face turns pale and his eyes go wide. He reaches up to his neck and the area Castiel bit. He then draws his hand back and comes back with blood on his fingertips. "Paper cut."

"It looks like… teeth marks." Sam says, squinting his eyes to try to get a better look.

"Stop staring at me Sam." Dean snaps as he continues walking home and ignores the snort Sam lets out.

As soon as he walks into their house he goes to the bathroom and looks into the mirror. He looks at the bright pink bite mark with worry and nervousness. Dean then takes a cloth and wets it, rubbing it over the wound to rid of the blood. He takes a Band-Aid and puts it over the bite to cover it up from prying eyes, going to his room afterwards.

Dean is lying there on his bed listening to music when his phone vibrates with a message, causing the teen to get up and grab his phone from the desk. He opens it and looks at the message that is from Castiel. 'Our spot, tonight, 12:00.' Dean smiles to himself, lying back down on his bed. He clutches his phone to his chest as he thinks about the man and how much he loves him. Soon he's waking to Sam getting him for supper.

He makes his way into the kitchen slowly, still clutching his phone for no reason. "Dean, put your phone down." John says as the man sits at the table.

Dean places it on the island and sits at the table, noticing his mother made spaghetti. They sit there in silence at first, like every night, but soon conversation starts up and it's no longer quiet. Dean, however, is thinking about his blue eyed ring teacher the whole time and doesn't notice when his father asks him something until his father practically yells his name. "What?"

"I asked how school is going, where's your head son?" John looks at him closely.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about this test we are having tomorrow." He doesn't miss Sam's eye roll. "I guess I'm just a little nervous about it."

"I bet you'll do fine, son." John encourages with a proud smile. "I'm proud of you, both you and your brother."

Dean and Sam smile at their father's compliment and Dean turns a deep red. Then his phone starts to vibrate incessantly with a phone call and everyone falls silent. Dean knows he's not allowed to check or even look at his phone during supper so he makes no move to get it. He's desperate to look at who is calling him though so he squirms in his seat, barely being able to resist looking at his phone.

Then, to Dean's utter dismay, Mary gets up and walks over to the phone. "You brought your phone out here so I'm assuming you're waiting for an important phone call." She looks at the caller ID as she walks the cell over to Dean. "Who's Cas?"

Dean feels all the color drain from his face and he begins to sweat with unease. "He's uh… a friend from school. His father just died and I told him to call me later if he needed someone to talk to."

His mother nods. "Hurry up and answer before it goes to voice mail."

Dean quickly jumps out of his chair, answering the phone, and rushing into his room. "Hey Cas."

"Did I interrupt something; you didn't answer for the longest time?" He hears immediately.

"I had to get away from my parents." Dean sighs a relief. "They almost figured you out. My mom looked at the caller ID and I had to tell her you are a friend whose father just died."

"Nice cover." Castiel comments.

Dean smiles. "So what did you call for?"

"Well my wife is in the shower and," He begins. "I wanted to hear your voice."

"We're meeting in a few hours." Dean points out.

"So what, you can call me to hear my voice a few minutes after we just saw each other," Dean knows he's talking about that time he called the man from on top of the roof. "but I can't call you when we are going to meet later?"

"No," Dean says quickly. "It's fine, in fact I was just thinking of you and wanting to hear your voice. You have a very sexy voice you know that?"

"So it's been said." Castiel admits.

"From who?" Dean asks.

Castiel huffs a laugh. "From my wife."

Dean nods to himself. "So she actually loves you, doesn't she?"

Dean hears the ruffle of cloth as Castiel shrugs. "I don't know, maybe but who really knows. It's not like you can go and say that you love each other to your arranged spouse."

"You probably could if you both don't love each other." Dean suggests.

"Yeah and how would you figure that out?" Castiel asks smartly.

"Don't know, subtle hints?" Dean advocates.

Castiel hums into the phone. "That's… not really… my specialty."

"Don't I know… you know you left a mark on my neck?" Dean tells him.

"Really?" He doesn't sound surprised at all. "Hope you're covering it up."

"Yes with a Band-Aid." Dean caves in. "You know, I don't normally wear Band-Aids, my mom and dad are going to get suspicious."

"Well then you better come up with a good lie." Dean opens his mouth to respond but before he can Castiel speaks again. "Oops here comes Anna, see you later Dean."

"No, Cas wait-" He's cut off by the dial tone. He closes his phone, smiling and chuckling. He throws the phone onto the bed and goes back out to the kitchen.

"Is your friend okay?" Mary asks him as he sits back down to finish eating.

"Yeah he's fine now." Dean lies. "He just needed to talk to someone; you know let things off his chest."

"Tell your friend not to call during supper, why do you have a Band-Aid on your neck?" John asks as if he knew what Castiel and he were just talking about.

"I accidently cut myself." Dean deceits.

"What?" Mary gets up and starts to peel the bandage off but Dean shoos her hands away. "How?"

"I was holding a pencil the stupid way and fell." Dean comes up with. "It cut my neck."

"Dean." His mom tries to look at the wound again but Dean continues to swat her hands away. "Did you disinfect it? Why were you holding a pencil like that? You could have stabbed yourself. What would I do if you died? You're my baby… I can't…"

"Mom, Mom, hey, look I'm okay." Dean comforts. "I was being stupid; it won't happen again, promise." He grabs a hold of her hands and holds them close. "I disinfected it okay? I'm okay."

She nods and sits back down in her chair. "Just don't do it again, please honey. I can't lose you."

Dean nods, feeling sick to his stomach. "I promise Mom." After everyone finishes their meals, both he and Sam go back to their room.

"Dean," Sam starts and Dean feels so bad that he doesn't even stop him. "You heard Mom, she can't lose you, I can't lose you, and even if Dad doesn't say it… he can't lose you either. Please Dean… I am begging you," Sam sits in front of Dean on his bed. "Please, stop seeing Mr. Novak."

Dean purses his lips, trying to keep his emotions at bay, looking at the comforter instead of his brother. "I can't Sammy; you don't know how much it hurts just thinking about leaving him."

"Are you meeting him tonight?" Sam questions and Dean just looks up to him sadly. Sam shakes his head and moves to his own bed. "Whatever Dean."

He hears his younger brother crawl under the covers and go to sleep. Dean then sits there in the dark, waiting for twelve o'clock to roll around. When it does, Dean goes out the window and then makes his way to that special clearing, avoiding the patrol officers. When he gets there he smiles at what he sees. "Wow."

There's a dark blanket on the ground and Castiel lying there looking up at the sky. Upon hearing Dean, Castiel sits up. "Dean, you made it."

"Yeah, what is this?" Dean asks sitting down next to him.

"I thought," Castiel lies back down and Dean follows, snuggling up into Castiel, and resting his head on his chest. "We could lie here for a little while, just staring up at the stars." Castiel kisses the top of Dean's head.

Dean looks up at the sky, feeling content. "It's beautiful."

"Yeah, you see there." Castiel points to a spot between two stars. "That's where Earth used to be."

"Really?" Dean looks at the spot. "There's nothing there."

"That's because Earth isn't there anymore." Castiel claims.

"I wonder what it was like." Dean comments, tilting his head to plant a kiss on Castiel's clothed chest. "Living on Earth."

"It must have been better than this." He declares. "Anything must have been better than this."

Dean sits up and looks Castiel in the eyes. "Yeah but, if we were on Earth we may have not met."

"Yeah." Castiel says simply and it stays quiet for a little while. Dean continues to look at him though. "Maybe that would have been a good thing."

"What?" Dean sits up fully now.

Castiel follows suit. "Think about it Dean. The government wouldn't be controlling our lives and you could have some beautiful woman to be with."

"I don't want a woman, I want you." Dean protests.

"That's because you're thinking of the now." He reasons. "Not the then." He takes Dean's hand. "Who knows how you would have turned out? You and I… even then we wouldn't be able to be together."

"Let's stop talking about that okay?" Dean places his hand on top of the one that is holding his. "I don't like it."

Castiel cups his face. "We would be totally different people."

"Please stop." Dean begs and Castiel stares into his eyes.

"Dean…" Castiel starts again. "Do you think we're getting… too attached to each other?"

Dean's bottom lip is quivering. "You're starting to sound like Sam."

Castiel ignores his comment. "Do you think you're getting too attached?"

Dean stares at Castiel, not believing what he is hearing. "Are you saying I'm obsessed with you?"

"Are you?" Castiel asks bluntly.

Dean gets defensive and stands up. "I'm not obsessed. Damn it Cas I don't need you acting like Sam."

"Dean," Castiel tries to reason and Dean feels the tears running down his cheeks. "You are obsessed and it's scaring me because I'm-"

Dean cuts him off, not wanting to hear this. "No Cas, you can't say that, not you." Dean briefly bites his bottom lip before continuing. "How could you say that? I love you, it's not obsession."

"Dean-" Castiel starts again but Dean doesn't allow him too.

"Don't." Dean begins walking backwards. "Just leave me alone. If you think that, then why are we even bothering? Maybe we should just end it then?" He then turns and starts to run home, feeling like his heart is being ripped out of his chest.

He climbs back into his room by the window and stumbles to his bed, trying not to be loud but he's not very successful. He falls onto his bed and buries his face into his pillow to try to muffle the sobs. Dean then feels the bed dip and Sam's hand rubbing through his hair. "Dean, you okay? What happened with Mr. Novak? Is he okay?"

Dean turns his head to the side, the tears not stopping. "You got your wish Sam, it's over, you happy now?" Dean turns his head back to his pillow, sobbing loudly into it and not really caring.

"No, I'm not." He hears Sam say softly but he pays no attention to it.

He doesn't know when he falls asleep but when he wakes up the sun is glaring into his eyes. He looks at his clock and realizes that he woke up one minute before his alarm is set to go off so he can get up and get ready for school. He feels like dying and when his alarm finally does go off he makes no effort to turn it off.

Sam wakes up from the alarm and turns to face Dean. "Dean, are you going to turn that off?" Dean just turns on his side, facing away from his brother. He hears Sam sigh and then get up, padding over to shut the alarm off. "How you feeling?" Dean doesn't answer him. "You going to school?" He still doesn't answer his brother. "Want me to tell Mom that you're staying home?"

Dean rolls his eyes, grunting as he sits up and then stands, walking pass Sam. "Just leave me alone Sam." He walks to the bathroom and turns on the shower, stepping into it once the water is warm enough. He cries again when he's in there but he manages to stop before he has to get out. When he gets to the kitchen there's a plate of breakfast for him and his stomach flips. "Sorry Mom, I'm not very hungry."

"Dean you have to eat something." Mary says, ushering her eldest son over to the seat. Dean, not wanting to let his mom know something is wrong, takes a few bites but then his stomach starts to feel queasy. He runs to the bathroom, barging in on Sam taking a shower himself, and throws up in the toilet. "Dean, honey?" Mary rushes into the bathroom and kneels beside her retching and heaving son. "What's wrong?"

Sam has his head poked out through the curtains looking concerned. "I'm fine." Dean struggles to get out and his voice cracks. He can already feel the tears starting back up.

"Are you not feeling well?" He can't help it. Dean lets the tears flow freely. He shakes his head no to answer his mother. "Okay, you go back to bed, you can stay home today. I'll make you some soup." He nods and gets back up off the floor, making his way to the shared bedroom.

Sam walks in, dressed and hair soaking wet. "Dean I'm sorry he broke up with you."

"He didn't Sam." Dean corrects.

"What?" Sam inquires in confusion.

"I broke up with him." Dean curses himself as his voice cracks. "I didn't do it for you if that's what you're thinking."

Sam sighs. "Even so Dean, I'm sorry."

"No you're not." He knows he's being harsh but he really doesn't care. "You wanted him out of my life, so now you got what you wanted… you win." Mary calls Sam t before he can respond.

Dean stays in bed the whole day and that's where he stays when Sam gets home and when everyone is having dinner, claiming his stomach is still upset; which isn't a lie, it does keep doing flips.

When everyone is in bed, Dean finally realizes how stupid he was. He is obsessed with the bastard and because of that obsession he'll be damned if he lets him go. He quickly picks up his phone, shaking with nerves. He feels his heart jump when he hears Castiel's voice. "Dean, are you okay? You didn't come to school today."

"Yeah, I'm fine but I need to talk to you." He begins. "Can we meet at our special place?"

"Yeah of course, now?" Castiel questions.

"Yeah if you don't mind." He forces a smile to himself.

"Yeah, I'll see you in a few." He then hears the dial tone.

Dean hangs up and dresses into a new pair of jeans and t-shirt. He then sneaks out of the house through the window again. He walks slowly, running through his head what he is going to say to the older man. When he gets there he watches as the steel blue eyed man paces impatiently. "Cas?"

Castiel spins around to face Dean. "Dean… please listen-"

Dean doesn't allow him to finish, running up to him and embracing the man in a death grip hug. "I'm sorry Cas, I'm so sorry." Castiel immediately hugs him back. "I am obsessed with you okay Cas, so you either," Dean pulls away to look him in the eyes. "accept that or break up with me now, because I can't stop thinking of you and wanting to be with you; t-to do everything with you and I-I know that's obsessing but I don't care." Dean takes a breath.

Castiel is looking at him in shock but soon regains his thoughts. "Dean, I want you, obsessing or not."

Dean is taken aback because he went expecting to be dumped. "Really?"

"Yeah because," Castiel cups Dean's left cheek. "I'm obsessed with you too."

Dean smiles at him. "Cas, I love you."

Castiel pulls him into a hug. "I love you too Dean, so much."

Dean then pulls away. "I was thinking, I don't want do this anymore."

"Wait I thought we just-" Dean stops him.

"No not us." He clarifies. "I mean this whole sneaking around. I'm tired Cas, I don't want to do it anymore, I just want to be with you." Castiel scrutinizes him and Dean can tell when he realizes exactly what Dean is talking about. "Please Cas?"

"You do realize that if we do this…" Castiel says. "We have to have zero regrets?"

Dean swallows and then nods. "No regrets."

They stare at each other for a little longer, as if silently communicating. Then Castiel nods and smiles sweetly. "No regrets."

Dean then smiles at him as well. It was now or never so Dean leans forward before he loses his will. Their lips meet in a soft kiss and Dean ignores the burn of the ring on his finger turning to red. The two of them start to move their lips together, hastening the kiss but not going too fast wanting to relish in this moment.

When they pull away for air they both stare into one another's eyes; Castiel's cerulean blue to Dean's mantis green. There's so much love in both sets of eyes that they get lost in it before they crash their lips together again.

Castiel is the one who initiates the removal of clothing, slowly removing Dean of his shirt. Dean relishes in the noise his jean zipper makes as Castiel lovingly pulls it down, allowing the fabric to fall to his ankles. Dean quickly kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants, grabbing for Castiel's. He soon has his angel in just his boxers as well.

Castiel gently nudges the teen down onto the ground, both of them lying down on the grass. Castiel maps out Dean's chest with his mouth, every press of lips sending sparks of pure and utter love to Dean's chest. Castiel reaches Dean's lips again and they make out for a little longer before Castiel removes both of their boxers, leaving them naked.

Dean wraps a hand around Castiel and pulls him closer, pressing his teacher's body to his. He loves the warmth Castiel's body is radiating and he kisses his neck, moaning into it when he feels a strong hand wrap around his erection. "I love you so much Cas."

Castiel sucks on his bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and then letting go. "And I you Dean." He kisses him again, taking it slow.

Dean doesn't mind though, the slower they go, the longer they have until reality settles in. Castiel soon has Dean sucking on his fingers and when Castiel thinks they are good and ready he pushes one in, letting Dean adjust. "Tell me if I'm hurting you Dean, don't want to hurt you." Castiel mumble into his neck.

"Feels good Cas." Dean claims, wriggling as Castiel enters another finger.

They take their time with that too but soon Castiel is lining his spit slick erection with Dean's entrance. As he pushes in slowly, Dean lets out a string of 'I love you' from his mouth in a continuous chant. Again, Castiel allows Dean to adjust to the feeling and then sets a slow rhythm when Dean tells him to move. After awhile Castiel's thrusts become faster and more erratic, moans coming from both of them, and Dean relishes in every second of it because he has no regrets. He loves Castiel after all.

He loves Castiel's body, his muscles, that stubble on his cheeks, his mouth, those damn bluer than ever eyes, his messy hair, that gravelly voice, his laugh, his lack of humor, and that look he gets when he's confused. He loves how easily he can make Dean laugh, how he can make Dean sad, how he makes him so angry at him but love him at the same time. He loves everything about this guy, his ability to forgive, how he holds Dean in his arms like he's worth a million dollars, his love, oh Dean loves his love, and damn it Dean has fallen in love with the short man with blue eyes from the library. He loves him so much that by the time they're done Dean is crying, crying for all it's worth because Dean knows, he knows that soon they both will be dead.

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