Title: Can't Get Closer Than This.
Disclaimer: Donut own.
Chapter Ten
Something had gone wrong in one of the science classes and the school was evacuated. Parents were called, buses came early. All in all it was chaos. He sat in the passengers seat and stared at the yellow divider running down the middle. He had told Cas he loved him. In front of people. He knew every one of them knew what he had said. It was the first verb they had learned in the first year of class. He groaned and let his head fall back to the seat. He didn't even know why he'd replied. The shock of the display had made him forget how upset he was. He was supposed to be angry. To feel betrayed. He sighed. He didn't though. He felt… he felt… like a girl. He sat forward and groaned again. 'What is wrong with you?' He looked over to his dad and made a face. 'Sorry.' He honestly had forgotten everything else. He glanced back at Sam who had a mischievous grin on his face. 'What are you smiling about?' Sam shrugged and looked out the window. The smile still on his face.
Gabriel was sitting at the table, like he did every night. At least every night that he was home. Dinner was out of a bag tonight. Some Chinese food restaurant Castiel had never heard of. He watched his food and then looked up at his brother who was eating and reading something on his phone. 'Hey Gabe?' A mumble and a second of eye contact was all he got. He couldn't do this. He went back to watching his food. He picked up the chopsticks, but the noodles would not cooperate. He dropped them on the plate and pushed the full plate away. He had to do this. He looked at his phone. He picked it up and scrolled through the names. He stood up and walked upstairs. Hitting send as he left the room. He just couldn't do it face to face. He couldn't watch whatever reaction his brother was going to have to him telling him about Dean. If it was bad he didn't know what he would do. He hoped that Gabriel would… 'Finally!' He turned. Looking down to the kitchen door from the top of the stairs. 'I've been waiting for you to tell me for weeks.' Castiel just kind of stared. Weeks. Then why? 'Why did you ask me about the…' he couldn't bring himself to say it. 'If you knew?' He could feel himself getting angry. 'Because you're a moron.' Gabriel turned and walked back into the kitchen with that.
Sam was sitting on Dean's bed as the other boy dug through his closet for some lost toy Sam had said he wanted. In reality he was just waiting for Dean to crack. He wasn't sure how he felt about everything he'd learned. He just didn't like seeing his brother stumble around like he didn't know what he was doing. It wasn't him. He'd helped Castiel think of a way to talk to Dean. He knew that when his brother wanted to avoid something he succeeded. Mr. S. had been all to happy to help. Sam was a little surprised by that. Dean was grumbling now. He was throwing things out of the box and into the room. 'Jesus Sam. Why do you want it again?' He turned to him and Sam shrugged. 'I just do.' He gave Dean his best please big brother help me face and Dean went back to digging. 'So you feeling ok?' Dean froze. The searching must have distracted him, cause in that second it seemed like everything came rushing back. 'Yeah. I'm fine. Why?' Dean didn't look back at him. In fact he seemed to move further into the closet. 'Its just since Friday you haven't really been yourself.' Dean sat back. He found the toy. A plastic phone that they'd had forever. He wondered if he should just tell Dean he knew, or just wait. 'Did something happen?' Sam knew he was pushing it. He couldn't say anything more. Dean stood and handed the phone to Sam. 'Here. I'm fine.' He sat against the headboard and stared at the window. Sam followed his line of sight and realized he wasn't looking at the window but the wall. 'Tell me.' Dean's eyes jerked up to him and Sam covered his mouth. He hadn't realized he'd said it out loud. 'Tell you what?' Sam shook his head. 'You're not telling me something.' The younger boy still didn't say anything. He knew if he started talking he would spill everything. Luckily he was saved by a tiny chirp from Dean's phone.
-Meet me where you told me my eyes were freaky.- He stared at the screen and glanced up to his brother. -I'm still sorry.- He didn't reply. There was something his brother wasn't telling him. He had to get it out of him. Sam had moved slowly toward the door. 'Well thanks for this,' he whispered. Dean moved to go after him but the boy took off running down the hall. He would get him to spill later. He looked at his phone again and flopped back onto his bed.
Castiel sent the time to Dean a few minutes after realizing he didn't. He was nervous that he hadn't gotten a reply, but he wasn't going to text him any more. He was going to go out and sit and wait. Until the sun rose if he had to. He was not going to have one of those moments where he didn't wait long enough and just as he left Dean showed up like in the chick flicks he'd seen, but would never admit to liking. He glanced at the clock. He still had an hour or so before he wanted to be there. He didn't really want to stay in his room though. He had been planning on getting Gabe to drop him off. He looked outside and decided he was just going to walk. It wasn't that far away. He slipped his phone into his pocket and was off.
He glanced around as he walked, the thoughts he was worried would berate him the entire time didn't come. He enjoyed the cooling air. His phone still hadn't notified him of any reply from Dean. He looked for cars before darting between fence lines into the forests connected to Zion. He thought it was appropriate to meet here. If this was the end, then at least they could come full circle. He had every intention of hitting restart though. He stumbled down the embankment and wondered how he had traversed the landscape drunk. He found the fallen log and sat down. He found himself thinking of the night on the log. That first kiss had been it. He should have known then. He was sure now that as soon as Dean had smiled that first time he'd been a goner. He glanced at the clock on his phone and frowned. 'You look worried.' Castiel jumped up, nearly falling over the log. He hadn't heard Dean coming. 'OH MY GOD!' The laughter he heard a second later made him punch Dean's shoulder. 'Stop laughing.'
Dean was worried it would be weird, but the shocking moment had broken the ice pretty well. He rocked back when Cas punched him. 'Adding injury to insult?' Castiel looked at him and he could see what was floating behind those blue eyes. He hooked his hand behind Castiel' head and pulled him forward. He hoped to wash all the worry from those blue eyes. Cass's mouth lifted into a smiled against his own. They pulled away and Dean pressed his forehead against the brunet's. 'I'm here. What did you want?' Their eyes met. Castiel dropped his eyes. 'I… just needed to see you.' he paused. 'I needed to know.' He looked up and quirked a half smile. 'Are we still… a we?' Dean closed his eyes. He leaned back. Castiel' face fell but then Dean smiled. 'If you can tell me that you love me in front of our class the least I can do is accept your apology.' Castile's face exploded into a smile. He leaned forward but Dean dodged. 'But.' They looked at each other. 'I need something else too.' Dean sat down on the log. 'Cas, tell me… what are we?'
Castiel stood in front of Dean. He didn't know what to say, how to explain. 'Something that needs no labels. We are us.' He leaned down and pulled Dean to him. 'Can I say that I just want to sleep with you next to me every night?' Dean made a face before closing the distance between them. They pulled away for air and Cas' eyes narrowed. 'What was that face for?' he asked. Dean smiled. 'I was just thinking about Halloween. Oh and how I wish you still had that strawberry paint.'
A/N: So... This is the end. I hope you liked it. If you didn't please tell me why not. (Oh. and I might... MIGHT... write a follow up bonus Chapter.)
