Dean sleeps fitfully that night, his dreams plagued by nightmares. In the dream Castiel never answers his phone or comes to the door, in one version he breaks down the door using Chuck as a battering ram. In another he never makes into the apartment, but they both end the same.
Dean's too late to save him.
He bolts up for the second time that night, deciding that enough is enough. The clock reads 5am as he tosses on some sweats and goes for an extra long run. He gets home with enough time to shower before school.
"How was your weekend?" Jo asks, popping up next to Dean's locker.
"Uneventful," Dean lies tersely.
"Uh huh," Jo eyes him thoughtfully. "Well you'll be pleased to know Meg's party was bust."
"Ya," He replies uninterested in what she is saying as they head down the hall.
"Oh, and Ana still has a thing for you." Jo informs him.
"Really…" Dean casts a sidelong glance at her.
"Mhmm, she got really drunk at the party and just kept babbling on about how hot you are and blah, blah, blah."
"That's nice," He says, glancing down the hall. He knew it was lame, because he was still mad at Cas, but he really wanted to see him.
Dean sits bored for his first few classes; they are mostly just watching movies since school will be out in just another week. He's heading to lunch taking his time in the empty hallway when a familiar red head blocks his path.
"Hey Dean," Ana smiles at him.
"Oh, uh what's up," He fakes a smile.
"I just wanted you to know that I think it's shitty what Lisa did to," She rushes awkwardly. "So, if you ever want to go out sometime, here's my number." She blushes, sticking the scrap of paper into his hand. Dean just stands there awkwardly when he sees Castiel appear behind her, further down the hall. At the same moment Ana stands on tip toe and places a short kiss onto Dean's mouth, which he didn't return.
Castiel just stops, looking away briefly then back at Dean before turning around and heading back the way he came.
Dean stares after Cas, as Ana skips happily away from him.
"Crap," Dean snaps and drops her number, heading off to lunch.
Dean debate whether or not he should try and maybe explain what happened with Ana to Cas, or something. He's not entirely sure why he feels the need to right this, when he's still pretty pissed at guy's antics. He decides to sleep on it and figure it out in the morning.
He has the nightmares again, and upon waking up he decides he should just talk to Cas and make things right. As soon as he gets to school, Dean goes in search of Castiel. He makes his way down senior hall when he spots him, their eyes instantly finding each other like magnets.
Dean moves towards Cas and is about to say something when the demon bitch Meg steps in front of him.
"Hey Cas," He hears her say.
The next thing Dean knows Castiel has her pushed up against the locker and is hard core kissing her. Dean is frozen to his spot completely shocked at what just happened, and maybe a little turned on. Cas pulls away from her as she just stares at him.
"Never mind," Dean says to the air before turning back down the hall exiting the school. He heads straight for the Impala, and peels out of the schools parking lot.
What the hell, he thinks. Not knowing what Cas is doing, or what he's doing for that matter. He knows Cas saw Ana kiss him, but with no labels it's hard to know where you stand with the guy. That was totally payback, he rationalizes knowing that Cas had no way of know he didn't return the kiss. Sure Ana was kind of hot, mostly because of her red hair, but she wasn't Cas.
That thought alone, frightened him more than anything. A couple weeks ago he was happily dating a girl, living his average life and now he's falling in, dare he say love, for some guy who's fucked up ten ways till Christmas.
Dean keeps driving till he gets to the lake and parking to go sit on the dock. It was always peaceful here; no blue eyed druggies latching on to his psyche and fucking with heart. Dean started to wonder when he turned it to such a chick.
He was so close to getting Cas to open up and putting all the mysterious puzzle pieces into place. Dean just hoped everything was fucked up beyond repair. He wanted and needed Castiel in his life, he just wasn't sure how to get the other man to see that and feel the same way about him. What he did know for sure was that one way or another he'd fix this and him. Even if he had to tie Cas down and force him to shut up long enough to listen.
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