A/N: I wanted to get something updated for Christmas so here this is only a day late!
Sorry for the wait, life's been Hell so I'm throwing myself into the fandom over the brake in hopes of being raised from perdition…or at least brought up to Purgatory level. Thank go out to TheDeathMaiden, DemonsAndDolls, and Blueeyes37 for leaving me reviews you guys are what keeps me typing this up and posting it instead of just writing in my notebook for my own entertainment lol
In The Arms of The Vampire
Yep I was fucked, because at this point I didn't know if there even was another option - I was in too deep. So deep that not even what I knew about him - or at least thought I knew – could change what I was feeling. I was fucked because despite the fact that Cass was most likely a vampire his voice, his personality (no matter how split it may be), his eyes – all of it – made me want nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms.
Yep that was me, Dean Swan, the only sane person (or at least that's what I told myself) alive who wanted to be in the arms of the vampire instead of the angel.
I shivered at the cold and began picking my way back down the path towards my house.
I got back around noon, ate lunch and settled into my room to write a paper on Macbeth that was due in a few days.
I don't remember falling asleep after finishing my paper, but the next thing I was aware of was bright sunlight shining into my bedroom window. I crawled out of bed, showered, got dressed, and headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Nice day out," Dad commented, putting on one of his beat-up trucker hats.
"Yeah," I smiled, in a pretty good mood as a combination of the good weather, having slept well, and having come to a decision about Cass (no matter how royally screwed I was because of it).
We finished breakfast in a happy silence and after I grabbed my jacket – just in case – I headed for school still in a good mood.
I ended up getting to school ridiculously early and wound up sitting at one of the outside picnic tables next to the Cafeteria, scribbling in one of my notebooks. After a while I realized that I'd written Castiel Swan/ Dean Cullen and surrounded it in a chain-link heart. I sighed, cursing myself for acting like a twelve-year-old girl with a crush – no like Becky – over the entire Cass situation and quickly scribbled it out.
"Dean!"
I looked up to see that there were several other students around the picnic area and that Chuck was headed towards me in ragged jeans and a rugby shirt, with a grin on his face.
"Hey, Chuck," I called back with a smile.
He came over and sat next to me. "Huh," He breathed after a second.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes at my quirky friend, "What is it?"
"It's just…I never noticed that your hair has little flecks of red in it before." He reached out his hand and ran his fingers through the spikes of my hair.
I chuckled as I batted his hand away, "Only when the sun shines on it a certain way."
Chuck continued to grin as he moved his eyes to the sky, "Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Yeah," I agreed whole-heartedly.
"So what did you do yesterday?" He asked, his tone only slightly prying.
"Just started working on my essay for English," I shrugged, despite the fact that I'd actually finished it.
"Oh yeah," He chuckled, "That's due Friday, right?"
"Wednesday actually," I laughed.
"Oh," He frowned, "I guess I'll have to get to work on that tonight." He paused for a second to sigh before continuing, "I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out."
"Oh…" I blinked, taken by surprise, because seriously, why the Hell couldn't I have one pleasant conversation with anyone at this school without them asking me out?!
"Well…We could always go for a burger and then we could go to my place and do our essays together," He turned to me with a small hopeful smile.
"Chuck I…dude…" I trailed off awkwardly with an equally awkward smile. "I…I don't really think that that would be the best idea in the world."
"Why not?" He asked, his face falling as if he did think that it was the best idea in the world.
I couldn't help the way my thoughts instantly turned to Cass, but I couldn't exactly tell Chuck that, because despite the fact that Chuck was fully aware of my crush on Castiel, admitting to liking someone and telling someone else that you couldn't go out with them because of said liking of the original someone were two completely different things. "Okay," I spoke finally, "If you ever repeat what I'm about to say to anyone – and I don't just mean just in school, I mean ever – I will find you and I will kill you. Got it?"
Chuck nodded, his smile still in place.
"Okay, so, it's not a good idea because I that it would hurt Becky's…feelings," I grimaced at the horrid last word of my sentence.
Chuck stared at me as if I'd just spoken Latin, "Becky?"
"Dude, seriously?" I shook my head, "God, Chuck, are you friggin blind?"
He seemed to think about it for a moment before his eyes widened, "Oh," He breathed, sounding dazed.
I looked down at my watch and seen that the bell would be ringing in a few minutes, "Look Chuck, I gotta get to class," I told him, instantly leaping at the chance to escape.
Chuck nodded slowly, "Sure."
"Bye, Chuck," I smiled, grabbing my things and heading for first period.
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Later that day when I ran into Becky she instantly began chattering about her, Channing, and Lisa's plan to go dress shopping in Port Angelas that night and how I should come so that they could have a guy's opinion.
I sighed uncertainly when as she waited for my answer. On the one hand it would be good for me to get out of Forks, but on the other Lisa would be there…"Maybe," I concluded, "I'll have to ask my dad."
Becky accepted my answer and continued to chatter as we walked to lunch.
As we got closer to the cafeteria my mind turned to my plan of comparing the Cullen family with my new suspicions. I entered the Cafeteria in a state of euphoria unable to think of anything that didn't involve Castiel.
Once I glanced around the room however my good mood evaporated. I looked around again and my heart dropped further, there was no sign of Castiel or his family anywhere in the room. I sighed and continued to follow Becky, not even bothering to pretend that I was interested in what she was saying anymore, because I truly wasn't. The only thing I was interested in was Castiel. When I would see him again, when I would talk to him again, and when - if ever – I would be in his arms…
A/N: So short chapter, but hey an update! Please let me know what you think, reviews really do help me get things updated faster :D
