Update! HAPPY HOLIDAYS GUYS! This chapter was supposed to be uploaded last week, but I completely forgot that I didn't. Anyways, enjoy. Please review as always.
Dean:
Castiel looked at me quickly before facing Crowley. "Crowley," he said, in shock.
I slid down the sink, my shoes hitting the floor with a quiet sound. My eyes could not meet Castiel or Crowley's. I felt humiliated, embarrassed. How could I have left my guard down in school? I should have known better. Now Castiel was going to hate me. It was all my fault.
It was as if Castiel could feel my distress; he stood in front of me and held my hand shielding Crowley from what he was doing. I let out a little gasp and struggled to release myself from his grip. He held my hand tightly and squeezed it while still being able to maintain his still face. I glanced at Crowley and was surprised and shocked to see that he hadn't noticed.
"Why did you come here?" Castiel said, filing up the silence.
"Because I was suspicious after I caught you eye-fucking him. And I guess I was right," Crowley said, giving me a head to toe glance.
I blushed and looked down at my feet. Castiel was eye fucking me? I wanted to ask a clarifying question about what Crowley said, but decided that it wasn't the right time to talk about it.
Castiel cleared his throat. "Crowley, it's true. Me and Dean are seeing each other...sorta."
Crowley's face scrunched in confusion."Are you bored of chicks?"
"It's not like that. I feel different with Dean and I want this to work out."
"How do you like Dean? He doesn't even talk."
"I do," I said, moving from behind Castiel and exposing our interlocked hands.
Crowley looked down and rolled his eyes. "Why didn't you tell us this before?
Were you checking the rest of us out the entire time we were friends? You're disgusting."
This time it was Castiel who rolled his eyes. "Shut up Crowley. Don't flatter yourself. Stop being such a bigot."
"I'm surprised you even know what that word means, then again you're dating the nerd," Crowley snickered, looking over at me.
"At least someone likes me enough not to beat me and go," Castiel said.
Crowley smirked and what seemed like hurt flashed behind his eyes quickly before he stormed out slamming the door behind him.
"What happened with him?" I asked, not wanting to intrude. I watched as Castiel's face darkened with guilt. He ran his hand through his hair.
"Crap," he muttered. He let out a sigh before saying, "Crowley's mother left him when he was ten. It has always been a sore subject to him. I shouldn't have said that."
"What happened to his dad then?"
"He died. That's when the beating started happening. It got really bad and then she just kicked him out."
"I'm-" I started. I closed my mouth as I didn't know what to say. I squeezed his hand tightly, letting him know I was always going to be there for him.
He nodded. He pushed me forward. "You should go back to class. I don't want you to get into trouble."
I nodded and released myself from his hand already missing his kiss and his touch. I arrived back in class. The teacher glanced at me, but didn't say anything. I guess it helped being the only one in the class who even cared about school. I made my way to my seat trying to avoid Crowley's laser glare at me.
It was five minutes later when Castiel finally came back.
"Nice of you to join us," the teacher said.
Castiel didn't react and instead just looked at me until he sat down. I refused to look at him. I knew Crowley was watching us and I didn't want to make the situation worst. I made it through the rest of the class without glancing up from my book. I was at my locker switching binders for my next class when
Castiel approached me.
"Hey," he said, calmly.
"We can't be seen together," I said, looking around for Crowley.
"Don't worry. By the end of the day, everyone will know. Crowley has a big mouth."
"Really?" I gasped. My binders threatened to slip out of my sweat-slicked hands.
Castiel nodded. "Nothing we can do about it."
"And how exactly can you be so calm about it? Aren't you worried about your reputation?"
"My rep? I never cared about it."
I looked at him surprised. I had never met a popular guy who didn't care about what people thought about them. Then again, I didn't associate with a lot of popular people.
"Hey, I have to talk to Meg about this. She won't be too happy when she hears it from someone else," Castiel said, distracting me from my thoughts.
I face-palmed myself, "I forgot too."
Castiel:
I lied. It was my first time lying to Dean. Usually, I wouldn't feel guilt for lying, in fact it's one of the only things I was good at, but Dean was someone I cared about and it killed me. I did care about what people thought about me, I cared a lot. It wasn't easy being hot and an icon to everyone at school. It had taken me years to get the respect that I now had. I wasn't even sure if I could confidently say that Dean was worth it. Was I making the right choice?
I found Meg waiting outside a classroom door. "Hey. I need to tell you about what happened between me and Dean."
Meg looked at me, preparing herself for the bad news.
"Long story short, we made out in the bathroom and Crowley caught us."
Meg nodded without asking any questions. "Okay. Do you want me to kick his ass?"
"No. I'll deal with him later."
"Okay. I'll try to stop the rumors."
"Thanks Meg." I was thankful to have Meg as a friend. She completely trusted me, even if I wasn't sure of myself.
I walked back in search for Dean. I caught him pulling Jo to the side. I thought about jumping in the conversation, but thought it would be best for them to have this moment.
I couldn't talk to Dean for the rest of the day, not with Crowley on our backs and the possibility of the rumors spreading. I made it through lunch, but by last period, I started to notice more looks on the hallway. Dean seemed to notice them too as he kept looking at a particular group of people that started to form near his locker. I rushed over near him wanting to protect him. "Crowley told my friends," I whispered to Dean. I couldn't guarantee what was going to happen next was going to be safe of either of us.
"Dean, right?" Lucifer said to Dean, stepping up in front of him. The rest of my friends stood around him with blank looks on their faces giving Dean and I looks of guilt.
Dean stiffened and nodded. I stood next to him, giving him a death stare. Lucifer wasn't fazed. Then, he grabbed an opened water bottle out of someone's hands and before I could do anything about it, tipped it over. I cringed as I heard the water hit Dean's head. Dean gasped, his hands raised over his head. A puddle of water was forming around us. I smacked the bottle out of Lucifer's hand which landed on the other side of the hallway. I grabbed Lucifer by the collar of his shirt, pressing him roughly against the locker.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I growled.