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Chapter Four
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"Are you sure this is what you want? It's practically social suicide," Gabe said, reading the lines from the script. We sat on my front porch and Gabe said he would help me learn these stupid lines. I hated it, but I had no choice.
"I don't think I can turn away. You've changed me in ways… Aw shit." I broke off, unable to remember exactly what the next line was. I opened my book. "You've changed my life in ways I can't understand. What about you? Are you not worried about what your friends would think?"
"You know I don't care. I want you to bend me over and make sing…" Gabe broke out into laughter, when I looked at him with annoyance.
"Come one man. "I've got to learn this crap. The winter play is a big deal. There's going to be representatives from great art schools are going to be there. I don't want to screw it up for people."
"Man, you couldn't pull this off if you had two years," Gabe replied, his tone still light with laughter.
"I didn't write it," I informed him.
"Yeah, but you're the one who's going to make a dumbass out of himself in front of everyone."
"I don't have a choice," I reminded him sternly. "So would you just help me out, please?" This wasn't my idea of a good time or something."
"You know I'm just busting on you right? I will be the guy with the tomatoes."
I couldn't help but to smile at that. Hopefully he was joking about the tomatoes though.
We both looked over as my mom pulled into the drive way. My little brother Sammy jumped out of the car, and went to the back of the truck. "Dean. Boys can you help with these groceries?"
"Yeah," I called back after Gabe and I finished our handshake.
"I told Mrs. Missouri that I would have it done by the end of the week, so she gave me the extension, but I have to make my paper a page longer than everyone else's." Sam said over dinner. He had been sick last week, so he was making up work.
"Not that it will be a problem for you," My mom replied, her tone proud.
"No it won't be. I've already got most of it written. I did it at lunch," Sam replied, before shoving food into his mouth.
"How about you Dean? Anything interesting happening? How's Anna?" My mom asked. She was a firm believer in sharing our days over dinner.
"Same shit different day," I replied. I wasn't much into sharing my days. Partly, because I felt it wasn't their business, but mostly because I had nothing to share. Mostly the things I had to share, my mother wouldn't be happy about, and my brother shouldn't hear about. I didn't need him following in my shoes. The kid had a good head on his shoulders, and he could really be somebody.
"Language," My mom said shaking her head. She gave me a smile. She didn't like that I cussed, but she also wanted to give me freedom to be me. It was just one of the many reasons I loved her.
"Your father would like you boys for the weekend," she said, apprehensively.
"Well, I would have liked to have him growing up. I guess we can't always get what we want." I replied. There was no way I was spending the weekend with that man.
"Dean," mom said. She had always tried to get me to forgive him, but I couldn't.
"I'll go. We have a TV show to catch up on," Sam said, trying to defuse the tension.
I looked at him the way I always did when he agreed to spend time with our father. Sammy didn't have the same hatred for him that I did. "What could you two possibly have in common?" I asked.
"We have a lot in common," Sam replied, ignoring my sour tone. "You have a lot in common with him too. You just refuse to see it."
I stood abruptly, my chair scraping noisily across the floor. Anger filled me as I stared my brother down. "I have nothing in common with that loser. I would never abandon my family. Never." I walked away quickly, and closed myself in my room. I felt bad for snapping at Sam, but I hated talking about my father, and I wasn't a damn thing like him.
A week after trying to do my lines by myself, I decided that I was going to need help. Gabe was constantly a no show, and my other friends always made jokes, and I never got anything done. Anna offered to help, but that always made her get all awkward with me, and I didn't want that.
So when I saw Castiel at his locker in between periods, I knew that he might be my only hope. "Castiel," I said as I approached him.
Castiel looked over his shoulder at be before looking back into his locker. As I got closer I realized it was a book. Figures. "This is a first. I have known you for years, and you've never once said hello. You must need something."
I sighed a little, feeling uncomfortable. "I need help with my lines," I replied. Castiel grabbed his books and closed his locker before looking at me. That smile of his was in place as always.
"You're asking me for help?" Castiel said, surprise clear in his voice.
"Yeah," I replied after a second.
"Okay," Castiel said while nodding. "I'll put you in my prayers," he added, before he started to walk away.
I stood stunned for a second, but I quickly followed after him. "No, Castiel. I really need help."
"Have you ever asked anyone for help?" Castiel asked, talking over me.
I sighed feeling annoyed at him. I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less. It wasn't like I was actually nice to him. If I where him, I wouldn't help me either.
"A request like yours requires flattery and groveling. It's not all about you," He explained as we walked down the hallway. I watched as people passed us. They looked at me, and many of them were surprised to see who I was talking with. I realized that I was putting my social standing on the line. "It has to be for the common good of everybody."
"It is for the common good," I urged on. "Charlie Bradbury deserves the best," I said, then sighed as I put my hands on my sides. "Please," I added, hoping it would help.
"Okay," Castiel agreed after a moment. "One condition Winchester."
"Okay, what's that?"
"You have to promise that you won't fall in love with me," He said, soberly .
I laughed because it was such an odd and unexpected request. "That won't happen," I replied, still amused.
"Okay. I will see you this afternoon after school," He said, before walking away.
"Okay," I said as he walked away.
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Later that day, I drove grumpily to Castiel's house. He lived in a nice two story house, in what my friends and I called the uppity neighborhood. All the houses here were really nice and all the lawns were green. I pulled in front of Castiel's house, and parked. I sat in my car, dreading the next couple house I would be spending with one of the most dull people I have ever met.
With a sigh, I got out of my car, and walked heavily up the porch steps. "Dean Winchester is coming here?" I could hear Castiel's father saying. It was a bit muffled, but I understood it just fine. He said something I didn't catch, but then I heard, "He's the worst kind of bully."
Castiel replied, but I couldn't make it out. I decided it was time to ring the doorbell. It was only a few seconds before Castiel opened it. He smiled at me sweetly and opened the door wider.
"Hey," I said, feeling weird. I had never thought that I would be willingly spending the afternoon with Castiel.
"Hi," he replied. We both stood there for a moment.
"Are we going to do this on the porch?" I asked with a laugh.
Castiel laughed too, then stepped aside. "Come on in."
When I first walked in, it was into a living room of sorts. It was nothing like my living room which held a TV. This one looked like a place you might sit in silence and read. That's probably what they did. If I went through the archway ahead of me it looked like I would be in yet another living room, but it was hard to tell from where I stood.
"My script is in my room," Castiel said behind me. I turned to see him starting to go up the stairs. "Get comfortable."
"Yeah," I replied, trying to sound like I was nervous as hell being here. "Not likely," I added when he was far enough away that he wouldn't hear me. My home wasn't anything like this.
I walked further into the living room. It held a piano and on top were pictures. Most of them were of Castiel when he was younger. There were a few crosses in between some of the frames. The last picture was one of Castiel as a baby. He was being held by a woman with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Castiel's eyes. She was a lovely woman.
I turned and saw shelfing. On the top shelf was a statue of Jesus' head and shoulders. I got closer, and decided that it was seriously creepy. "That's one scary looking…" I was saying as I was turning away. "Jesus!" I said, jumping back.
"No, Castiel's father," Mr. Novak said with a disapproving look. "Hello Mr. Winchester."
"Listen, Thanks for letting me come over." I said, because I didn't know what else to say.
"I didn't let you," he replied bluntly.
"Oh," I said. Wow, this was going well.
"Let's get one thing straight Mr. Winchester. You think that on Sundays, I don't see you from where I stand. But I see you. "He turned a little an nodded his head in the direction of the other room. "I'll be in my office. Just here," he added, as he walked into it.
As if on cue, I could hear Castiel coming down the stairs. "You ready?" he asked me.
I looked over at him. "Yeah."
Castiel lead me to the other room, where we read lines for about two hours. It was stupid, but I found that I liked watching his lips as he spoke. There was just something about the way his lips wrapped around his words that made him memorizing. And he simply had the voice of an angel.
I felt an impulse to reach out, and touch the back of my hand to his, and it unnerved me. I couldn't understand why he made me feel the way I did. It was unnerving. What was I thinking? I couldn't be into Castiel. I hardly know him.
The sun started going down, and Castiel's father insisted we wrap things up. I didn't even realize that we had been doing this for a little over two hours. Time just flew by. I closed my copy of the play and stood, stretching as I went. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Castiel look at the part of my stomach that showed between the waist of my jeans and the bottom of my shirt. I stretch a little longer then I needed, just to give him a longer look. I liked his eyes on me, and again, it took me by surprise. What the hell was going on with me?
"Well, this was fun," Castiel said, as he stood. He gave me a smile, and I smiled back.
"Yeah, I thought so too. So, same time tomorrow?" I asked. I really hoped we would continue this. Castiel was nothing like my friends, and it was honestly refreshing.
"Yeah, I would like that," Castiel replied, a shy smile at his lips.
They both looked up as the front door open, and Mr. Novak stuck his head out again. "Castiel." was all the man said.
"I know dad," Castiel replied, his cheeks reddening a little with embarrassment. He looked back at me. "So tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, tomorrow," I replied. "Bye, Cas," I said, as I turned to walk away.
"Cas?" Castiel's voice said in question.
It was my turn to be flustered. "I, um. Yeah, I just figured," I stopped talking and shrugged. I hadn't meant to give him a nickname. It just happened.
"You're not the first person to call me that. Just didn't expect it," Castiel said. "Night," he added, before going into the house.
I stood there on his porch steps for just a minute longer. I felt suddenly alone without him around. With a sigh, I went to my car, and got in. I told Gabe I would meet up with him after I finished "helping my mom." Part of me wanted to bail, but I needed to be around my friends. Hopefully, they would help me feel like myself again.
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