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"Uh, Cas, listen, there's kind of this rumour going around about you and me," Dean told him in art. Cas couldn't say he was surprised. It explained all the sudden attention that was drawn toward him. "What does the rumour say?" He asked. Dean looked worried. "That we're a thing." Benny, who was sitting beside Dean at the table, snorted at this. Cas felt a little embarrassed. He couldn't help but think that he really must be pathetic for Benny to snort at the idea of him and Dean. "What do we do?" Cas asked unsure of what else to say more than wanting to know really. "Just wait for it to blow over, I guess," he shrugged. Cas nodded. "I'm sorry about all this. It must be embarrassing," Cas apologized. Dean shrugged. "Nah, people are just assholes that are so bored with their own lives they make up shit about others. It's no big deal. Hell, if this rumour had to start I'm glad it's with you. Who knows what Benny would do." This surprised Cas. "Drain them of their blood, that's what," Benny said in his southern accent. Cas remembered him saying something about being from Louisiana.
The rest of art went by without a problem and the walks through the halls were filled with stares and whispers. If the rumour were just about Cas, himself being gay he wouldn't mind or be ashamed. That's who he is, he couldn't change that, but the fact that Dean was brought into it bothered him. Dean caught up to him in the hall before lunch like usual. Cas was expecting lunch to go by like every other class. Fine, but with a lot more stares and whispers than usual. He was wrong. Once they walked in together almost all talking stopped and all eyes were on them. The ones who didn't stop and stare initially did soon after noticing everyone else doing so. Cas stood there frozen and Dean stood beside him not wanting to leave him to fend for himself. It was silent for a few moments. "Faggots!" Someone's yell echoed through the room. Many people erupted into laughter. "Shut up you homophobic assholes!" Dean shouted back. He was angry and upset now, Cas could tell.
"You guys want a show?" He challenged the crowd. "Not the kind of show you like, fruit cake!" Someone yelled. Cas couldn't pin point who. All in one motion too quick for Cas to register, Dean turned and grabbed Cas's collar and slammed their lips together. Cas stood there in complete shock and before he could process what was happened Dean pulled away and let go of his shirt. Some people cheered others made more rude comments. There was one comment that stood out above the rest. "No wonder your dad killed your mom, she made a cocksucker of a son." This time Cas was able to pinpoint the person because he was sitting right in front. He didn't hesitate as he walked up to the boy and punch him in the face so hard he fell from his chair. Everyone stared in shock. The boy groaned and held his nose, which was spewing blood all over his hand and the floor. Dean grabbed Cas's arm and pulled him back to make sure he didn't cause any further damage. The boy's friends stood up to help him and three teachers came in along with the familiar red headed lady from last time Cas was caught up in a fight.
Two of the teachers helped the boy up and took him out of the room. "You two, come with me," the lady ordered obviously annoyed. Cas had never been to the principle's office before so he was grateful Dean was sitting next to him. Cas's hand hurt and he was almost positive he hit that boy wrong and sprained something. "How's your hand?" Dean asked when he noticed Cas babying it. "Sore," he answered. He was too distracted by all the questions racing through his mind thanks to Dean's kiss in front of the whole school. "Dean," Cas broke the few moments of silence between them, "I just want to know...was that...I...," he sighed not being able to form the right words. Dean looked like he was about to say something, but was cut off by Michael storming into the room looking furious in a suit. "Castiel Novak, I don't know what has gotten in to you lately, but if you are suspended again, you will be in for a rude awakening," he growled. Just then a woman with brown hair walked in with a little blonde girl by her legs. "Dean Winchester, I have had it up to here with your trouble making!" She exclaimed. Dean groaned and Cas looked at him confused.
Then the principle walked out. "Hello, I'm Principle Abbadon," she introduced herself to Michael. It seemed like she didn't need to introduce herself to the woman here for Dean. "Seeing the circumstances, Castiel and Dean won't be punished by the school," she told the two adults. "What circumstances?" Michael asked still clearly annoyed. "Well, Castiel was provoked by an unacceptable comment made by the student he hit and Dean pulled him away before things could get any worse. Now, if he had some underlying problem with the student and there were no witnesses to testify that the student had provoked him he would have been suspended immediately, but that isn't the case here." Michael nodded and pinched the bridge of his nose with closed eyes. "I would, however, appreciate if you took them home now. I don't want any further problems arising today." Michael nodded and gestured for Cas to follow him before walking out of the office.
Cas sighed and stood up. Without another word he began to follow Michael. The small blonde girl stopped him before the door. "You have pretty eyes," she said in her small voice. She couldn't have been more than six. He gave her a weak smile. "Thank you," he said. "I'm Jo. Are you Dean's friend?" She asked. "It's nice to meet you Jo, I'm Cas," Cas glanced at Dean not sure how to answer her question. "Yes I am Dean's friend," he decided to go with the answer he hoped could still be true. "Jo, honey, let the boy go. He's gotta get home," the woman told her in softly. She nodded. "Bye bye, Cas." He smiled a little. "Bye." With that he walked out of the office.