Title: Can't Get Closer Than This.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Chapter Nine
One day passed and everything still hurt. Another passed and he couldn't breath. The next day he knew school was coming. And he didn't know if he could face going. He looked at the mirror and sighed. The note in the corner caught his eye and he smiled. He met his smiling face in the mirror and sighed.
Dean stayed in bed staring at the ceiling. He could still smell Castiel. He rolled over when the door opened and stared at the wall. 'Dean. Come one. We'll be late.' Sam's voice didn't crack. He heard his father yelling from the front door. He pulled his bag up and walked past Sam. He could feel his brothers eyes on him. He slid into the back and stared out the window. He felt lost.
Class after class passed and Castiel waited. He had one chance. He sat in his English class. The teacher was lecturing but his mind was on the few days before. He still couldn't get the sound of Dean's voice out of his mind. Or the knowledge that he was the one to make the boy sound so broken. Dean had just left. He seriously hadn't thought that he was gone. He stood up when he heard the car start. The tears had stopped. Shocked away, he realized later. He sat on the bed and watched the red lights fade. He didn't really know how long he stayed sitting there. He heard the backdoor open and turned around. He could tell that his face showed how upset he was just by the look on Sam's face when he walked in. 'Hey De-.' The fact that it was not his brother on the bed made Sam look around. Maybe he was thinking that he'd walked into the wrong house. 'Sorry,' Castiel rushed, stumbling toward the door. He couldn't believe that this was happening. 'Hey wait.' He looked up at the green eyes, so similar to his brother's and started to cry again. He felt terrible now, crying on the boy's shoulder, but at the time he couldn't help himself. Sam had kind of just held his head and mumbled soft words. He still didn't know what was said, but the words had helped.
He blinked coming back to the present when the bell rang. He took a deep breath and gathered his things. He nearly sprinted down the hallway to Mr. S' class. He handed the older man a paper and after a quick nod he took his seat. He slumped down and started reading his text book. He had to keep distracted. He couldn't let Dean's face deter his plan. 'Serpentes.' Castiel looked up to Mr. S. who was holding a clipboard. The class looked excited. 'We're doing it a little different this time.' He moved to a desk in the back. 'I'll start you off, but the loser will take over. You will have a list of English words and you must give the Latin for your classmates to translate back into English.' He met Castiel's eyes and nodded. 'Dean. You're up for the Righteous Right.' Dean caught the marker and took his spot at the board. He stared at the white board and Castiel wondered if he should do this. 'Castiel. Loathsome Left.' Their eyes met for a second at the board but Dean turned away.
"Ready? me paenitet." Castiel scribbled out his answer quickly. Dean just stared back at Mr. S. This wasn't something they were learning. 'I am sorry.' He turned to Castiel. He put the marker slowly on the board when he heard a sound of approval. 'Ok Dean. You're back here. Next up from your team.' Castiel filled in a scale of the large snake. He watched him move and wondered if it was just a coincidence. When he saw the list he didn't think it was. The next one on the list was another sentence like the other. "erat…' he looked at Mr. S. who whispered a word. 'nefas?' There was a murmur from his team when again a word not a single person knew came up. There was a squeak of marker and Castiel turned. 'I was wrong.' A chuckle came from the desk next to him. 'Correct again Castiel. New person on the board. But your stuck here until you can give a proper translation.' The look on Mr. S's face made him wonder what was going on.
'Cor… dolore?' Mr. S. spoke up. 'doler. Cor doler.' Now everyone was watching Castiel as he wrote again on the board. Dean just noticed he hadn't erased any of his previous answers. 'My heart suffers.' He looked straight at Dean. He let his eyes drop to the page. He read down the list. The entire page was different ways of Cas saying how sorry he was. The very bottom of both lists was a hand written line that brought a smile to his face. -I'm stupid. You just seemed too good to be true. Sorry.- That last night before everything had been turned upside down they had jokingly came up with the most sappy love sentiments. It had gotten worse but they had laughed the hardest at how Cas had swooned and pretended to faint when Dean expressed the words with a monotone voice.
'amo te.' Dean looked up at Castiel who had been watching him. He smiled. 'amo te quoque,' Dean replied instantly. He looked around and realized he was still surrounded by his classmates who were just sitting there looking back and forth between the pair. He put the clipboard down and walked out the door. He couldn't do this here. He kept walking down the hallway. He heard his name being called and paused. He looked back and saw a very confused brunet coming down the hall. 'I…. I-' he started. Suddenly there were bells ringing. The fire alarm lights were flashing and students were piling out of the classrooms. He lost Cas in the hustle for the doors. 'The powers that be must hate me,' he grumbled following the students out the door.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. ummm... 1? chapter to go. All thanks to google translate. My latin is super rusty... so I had to trust google on some of the words. I blanked on what to do so I had a brainstorm with my friends. They helped alot so thanks to them. The "sappy" sentiment also came from one of my buddeh's. SO... next. Lemme know if you want happy or no. I'm flip flopping. Please review.