That night Dean slept in his room and Cas slept on the couch. Or at least they tried to. Dean couldn't sleep because of worrying about Cas and Cas kept having terrible nightmares.
Every time he woke up horrified he would resist the urge to go upstairs. He knew that Dean couldn't comfort him. No, wouldn't.
Dean was upstairs wanting to go check on Cas, worried that he was having nightmares. Worried that he would need to be comforted. But he knew that wasn't his job anymore. That if Cas needed him he would have to be the one to come to him.
Both boys were miserable and tired by the time morning came.
They avoided eye contact and each other in general all morning, especially during breakfast.
After they ate Dean threw Sam the car keys, something he never does with out being provoked.
"You drive him to school, I'm walking," Dean said as he left the house.
In chemistry the boys sat on opposite ends of the table, backs to each other. At the end of the class Cas convinced the teacher to let him switch lab partners.
In math when Cas showed up there was a free spot near the front so he sat there instead of at the back with Dean.
At lunch Dean ate in his car and Cas ate alone, avoiding Jess and Sam. After all they were Dean's friends, not his.
In the next class there weren't any other open seats so Cas and Dean were forced to sit together.
"I'm sorry," Dean whispered halfway through class, sick of the tension.
"Why? I thought it was all my fault?" Cas snapped back.
"That's not what I meant . . ." Dean said, but Cas was no longer listening.
After school Cas walked saying he had to go see some people, so Sam found Dean to drive home.
The first place that Cas went was to the mall to quit his job, the second place was to meet with his new social services agent.
"Hi, I'm Rita," The woman said. "So I heard that you want to get emancipated."
"No," Cas told her. "Not anymore. Get me a foster family."
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yes," Cas said. "I don't want to live alone." He just wanted to get out of the Winchester's house now. At all costs.
A few days later Cas was leaving to move into his foster family. He still hadn't said one word to Dean since class that day.
Sam and John were standing at the door saying their good-byes, but Dean was just hiding in his room. All he seemed to do anymore was hide.
"Thanks for letting me stay here," Cas said.
"It's fine," John said.
"Well I guess I'd better go," Cas said awkwardly.
"See you," Sam offered.
Cas's new family had three more foster children, all girls and very young. They mostly ignored him and he would ignore them. That was how this new house was. It wasn't bad, it was just as if no one really realized he was living there. Partially because he was holed up in his room most of the time.
The next three weeks went by slow and painfully for Dean Winchester.
He had his schedule down perfectly. Get up, get dressed, drive to school, stay in the car until the bell rings to avoid seeing Cas, sit at the back of class far away from Cas for the first two classes, lunch in the car, avoid Cas in his last two classes, drive home, hide in room, pick at supper, hide in room, sleep, repeat.
On weekends he would spend his entire time in his room.
That is until one day Dean decided to eat outside, when he went around to sit at the back of the school privately he saw Cas was sitting there already.
"Hey," He said awkwardly. "How have you been?"
"What do you care?" Cas asked and left.
Unlike last time Cas had left when Dean had found him there Dean didn't go looking for him. He just sat down angrily.
Another week went by the same way as before until next Monday morning.
Dean noticed that Cas wasn't at school, he figured he must be sick.
He was worried when he wasn't at school the next day either.
"Maybe he's just sick," Sam said when Dean asked him about it. "People miss a couple of days of school from being sick all the time."
"Yeah, I guess," Dean said sounding unconvinced.
When he wasn't there Wednesday Dean was freaking out worse, the day seemed to go by even slower than usual.
Sure he could just be sick. But what if he wasn't?
His thoughts kept looping horrible things that it could be until he couldn't stand it.
He left his room where he had seemed to be hibernating lately and stormed into Sam's.
"Sammy I have to go find out what's going on. It's driving me insane," Dean told him.
"No," Sam told him.
"Why not?" Dean asked.
"You guys haven't talked in over a month. If he's sitting at home sick I doubt he wants you visiting," Sam said.
"But Sam what if something's wrong," Dean asked.
"What if something isn't?" Sam asked.
"Better to be safe than sorry, isn't it?" Dean asked.
"If he still isn't at school on Friday we can go find out what's going on after school, okay?" Sam asked.
"You promise?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, he's probably fine anyways," Sam said. "I bet he'll be at school tomorrow."
He wasn't.
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