Chapter 7: An Unpleasant Situation
Dean sat on the cold ground, staring up at the angel. Castiel slowly shut his eyes; finishing the prayer he was sending to his father. He then glanced over to Dean before standing up. The young Winchester had continued to wipe his mouth. His face was flushed and his body trembling ever so slightly. Castiel offered him a hand to help him from the ground. "Why are you so distressed? I enjoyed that very much." Castiel bit his lip; reliving the moment his lips touched Dean's. "It was something I had always wanted to try with a human."
Dean smacked away Castiel's offered hand. He got up on his own, patting the dirt off his blue jeans. He yanked at the collar of his leather jacket and jammed his hands in his pockets. "If you did that on purpose, I'm going to kill you." Dean could see Castiel start to say that it was impossible for a human to kill an angel, but he cut him off beforehand. "I will banish your ass again." Dean stood there, tall, but still shaking with frustration.
Castiel cocked his head to the side. "Everyone sees us as a couple." He said matter-of-factly. He shifted on his feet, feeling an overwhelming power rise in the air.
"Well, we're not." Dean shook his head. He pulled his hands from his pocket and clenched his fists tightly until his knuckles turned white. "Just because people think we are a couple, does not mean we follow suit." Wind whipped up around Dean and into Castiel's eyesight. The foliage temporarily blinded the angel and he lost sight of Dean for only a second. The next second was when he felt his stomach drop. Standing behind oblivious Dean was Michael.
"Dean." Castiel said quickly, racing towards the Winchester who just seemed too far away. Dean gave Castiel a questioning look. He then felt the presence behind him. Quickly turning around, Dean leaped back, crashing his back into Castiel's chest. Castiel took a hold of Dean and pulled him back, holding onto him. "What the hell, man?" Dean kept still in Castiel's arms. It was a lot safer there. Even though he had to say yes to Michael for him to be a vessel, Michael could still rough him around for the answer.
Michael's green eyes glowed emerald. "Ah, I see. My dearest little brother gets a piece of you, while I, who is destined for you, cannot." Michael took a step forward and Dean felt Castiel's hands grip him tighter in the arms. Deans mind had gone blank. All he could see was Michael walking at him and then he felt Castiel tug him away. Soon they were sprinting, Dean following Castiel. At first Castiel held Dean's forearm, but his hand slipped and he grabbed Dean's hand. They ran off into the distance, leaving Michael standing in the field just behind the school. Castiel tugged Dean back into the school, through the halls, and back into the gymnasium. When they were finally out of harms way, it was like the whole class stopped simultaneously. They all stared at Dean and Castiel. The rumors looked to be true. Dean and Castiel, the new couple, running into the gym, breathing hard, and holding hands. Yeah, "Dean and Castiel" was a thing.
Dean took in all of the stares he was receiving. His heart was pounding like crazy, not just from running away from Michael, but from the accidental kiss and how everything everyone thought to be true was getting harder and harder to explain. Dean's grip on Castiel's hand became slick with nervous sweat. He let his hand slip, fingers brushing Castiel's skin. He brought his hands together and rubbed them gently. His shoulders rose as he took a deep breath and wandered over to the gym teacher. On his trek over, he came up with the backstory as to where he was when he wasn't in class.
After having a short talk with the gym teacher and the man nodding at Dean wearily, Dean jogged over to the rest of the class playing dodge ball. Castiel just took a seat on the bottom row of pulled out bleachers in the gym. He watched Dean dodge, dive, dip, duck, and dodge again. It came down to Dean on one side of the line and three others on the other side. Dean gulped hard, quickly glancing over at Castiel who was patiently sitting alone. He then held two dodge balls in his hands and hurdled them over to the other side, knocking two of the three out. Last on the floor were Dean and a beefy jock. Dean smirked, stopping a ball with his foot when it rolled towards him. He leaned down to pick it up, dodging a ball from the other side. He then aimed, and sling shot the ball across the gymnasium. That was when his team won. Dean had knocked the last guy to the floor. He walked over to the guy and offered him a hand. "Good game." Dean said courteously.
The guy he knocked to the ground ignored Dean's offer of help and stood up by himself. He snorted at Dean. "It was a lucky shot, fag." He brushed shoulders with Dean as he walked past him, joining his fellow large friends. Dean grew tense, his fists clenched at his sides and the veins in his neck began to bulge. He turned on his feet, stomping over to the clearly larger guy.
"What did you say, chuckles?" Dean wasn't a small guy. He was over six foot tall, but the jock was still taller.
"I said it was a lucky shot, fag." That was it. Dean uppercut his clenched fist into the jocks chin. The larger student stumbled back into his group of friends. He almost came back at Dean, but Castiel found his way in between the two. His arms were spread out and protecting Dean. "What's this? Your little boyfriend is here to save you, Winchester." The jock laughed and backed off as the teacher came running over after witnessing the whole thing. He grabbed Dean by his collar and did the same with Castiel. The jock was left alone because he was luckily the teacher's favorite. Dean struggled for a few seconds, but knew he was in big trouble. It was the office for the both of them.
The house was silent, which was usually a nice thing for the devil that wanted peace, but this time around, Lucifer was waiting for his demons to show up with his vessel. It had been more than an hour since he sent his girls off to fetch Sam Winchester. It was an overall simple plan, but there were many obstacles to overcome. Lucifer thought that Castiel could easily be handled, but his younger brother was strangely adamant in keeping the Winchesters safe. Lucifer paced over the area rug in the living room. He scratched at his flaking skin and groaned at his vessels aching bones.
"MEG!" Lucifer bellowed into the air. "RUBY!" It was only moments later that two women showed up at his side. They looked completely different, but it was definitely Meg and Ruby. Meg was all curves with long black hair. Ruby was shorter, with dark curls flowing down her back. Her doe eyes made her look innocent, but she was still the same old Ruby. They were definitely older than their last vessels. Lucifer was pleased with the change, knowing that it would make it easier to trick the Winchesters into giving in. "Nice to see you two again. Mind telling me what happened? Why I don't have my little Sammy right now?"
Meg spoke first. "We had Sam Winchester until Michael showed up. We had to get out of there before-" Lucifer silenced her with a finger pressed to her lush lips. Her eyes went wide as she waited for him to lower his finger.
"My big brother, always trying to do what's best." Lucifer walked over to the burning fire in the fireplace. The flames reflected in his burnt amber eyes. He pulled a trinket from the mantel and threw it into the flames. It shattered and he grinned wickedly. "What of your old bodies?" He asked, knowing if two dead girls were found in the school more unnecessary havoc would arise. He didn't need any of that.
Ruby was the one who spoke next. "We believe Michael took care of the bodies. He is posing as a teacher at the school." Lucifer circled around Ruby and she watched him wearily. He traces her shoulder blades with his fingers, leaving her skin on fire. She hissed slightly. "We also believe that Castiel is aware of Michael being there, so both of the Winchesters know the plan." Lucifer nodded, not really caring if the Winchester brothers knew what was going on. He was only interested in the outcome of having everyone in one place. He would be back at the school in no time. Hell would break loose. Lucifer was going to have Sam Winchester's body if it was the last thing he did. He also needed his brother to have Dean's body if things were going to get interesting. Two perfect vessels for two brothers destined to fight until the heavens fell from the sky.
This was something Dean Winchester didn't need on his plate. The chair he was sitting in creaked with every move that he made. In the silent office, Dean was the only one making noise while Castiel, sitting next to him, was completely still. The principal's office was a familiar place for Dean. He had always been a troublemaker. Usually it was just back talking a teacher or skipping class, but nothing involving injuring another student. Dean knew his father was going to have his head for this.
The principal hadn't gotten to the office yet and Dean glared over at Castiel. "This wouldn't have happened if you just backed off." Dean crossed his arms roughly on his chest. He leaned back in his chair and grumbled. "You better fix this." The door behind them opened and Dean automatically sat up straight. It was better to listen to the authority then defy it, especially if this meant his father was going to be called because of his behavior.
"Dean Winchester. Castiel Asher." The large, chubby man said gruffly. He walked past them and sat down in the leather seat behind his desk. Fixing the glasses on his face, he looked at the two teenagers. "Now what happened?" He asked. Dean knew that no matter what he said, he was most likely to get suspended. Dean took in a deep breath, ready to just get it all out, but Castiel beat him to it.
"You see, sir. Another student said some derogatory things to Dean." Castiel rolled his shoulders. "Being a new student, Dean is having a hard time fitting in and it can be stressful. Stress can turn into something bad. It was just pent up stress that caused Dean to strike the other student. I interjected to stop any further fighting. I believe that things just got out of hand, but it is all over now." The words that flowed from Castiel's lips filled the air and some light, airy feeling filled Dean. He knew that same feeling was filling the principal as well by the look on his face.
"I-I see." The fat man stuttered, pulling at his tie, as the room got hotter. "I understand that there was reasoning behind your actions, Mr. Winchester, but discipline is needed." The principal's eyes roamed over his desktop. He was looking for a pen. Castiel nonchalantly leaned forward and handed him one from his own pocket. His cold fingers barely grazed the principal's hand in the process. The whole air in the room changed from that single touch. The principal cleared his throat, his eyes blank for a few seconds, and then everything was fine. "You two are free to go."
Castiel nodded "Thank you, sir." He stood up from his non-squeaking chair, and grabbed Dean by his sleeve. Dean struggled out of his seat and then followed Castiel out of the office. Once down the hall, Castiel let Dean's sleeve go. Dean had stopped, but Castiel kept walking, onto another class that he would be late to again. Nothing a little mind sweep couldn't fix. He had to do that a lot with his teachers and Dean's. "Dean, go to class. I will talk with you later on. We need to resume normalcy before people start noticing."
"To late for that!" Dean yelled down the hall at Castiel. He stood there watching Castiel disappear into a classroom. He checked the time on his watch and realized that he still had two more class periods to go until lunch. His stomach growled from the excitement of the morning. Just two more periods, and I might as well go to them. I've already been sent to the office already. I also skipped half of yesterday. Dean groaned and headed off to his class. On his way to English he realized that he never got an answer from Castiel about the weird images that were flashing through his mind. "Damn you, Cas." Dean scuffed his boots on the school floor. He entered the classroom, told the teacher he was in the office and took his seat in the back. The teacher was the same nice lady from the day before. She understood and continued with her lesson plan.
The next two periods went by extremely slow. Dean's stomach growled loudly. "If I don't get some pie in front of me soon, I might turn into a cannibal." Dean mumbled to himself as he eyed the students sitting around him in his last class until lunch. A pretty girl was sitting next to him, he smirked at her and did a little head nod. She smiled back, but clearly wasn't interested in Dean. Dean rolled his shoulders and slouched in his seat. "Great." He said under his breath. He licked his chapped lips and was brought back to the moment at the bleachers earlier that day. The almost-accidental kiss. Without realizing, Dean had brought his fingers to his lips, feeling the tingling sensation. The bell was what brought him back to his senses. Dean quickly stood up, running from the classroom and down the hall to the cafeteria.
Thank god for the pie that was actually for sale by the slice in the lunch line. Sure, it wasn't good pie, but it was still pie. After all the crap Dean had been through, he needed it. So Dean scrounged up the crumbled dollar bills I his pockets and bought himself two slices and a carton of milk. He found his way to a table off in the far corner of the cafeteria. Soon his brother came strolling up to the table also. Sam sat down, looking as done with life as Dean was. "Anything out of the ordinary since earlier with Michael?"
Sam knows. Oh god, Sam knows. What do I do? What do I say? It never happened. No, never happened. Dean cleared his throat. "Nope, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing at all." Dean shifted in his seat. "How about you? Are you okay? No creepy teachers coming after you, Sammy?" Dean's voice cracked at the end of his brother's name as Castiel walked up to the table and took a seat across from him. Sam looked back and forth between his brother and the angel. Dean was nervously eyeing his lap as he fiddled his fingers. "What's up, Cas?" He finally said, breaking the awkward silence.
"Uh-" Castiel glanced up. "The ceiling?" He then looked back at Dean before fidgeting in his seat. The awkward silence resumed, only filled by Dean's munching noises as he ate his pie. Sam looked from his brother to Castiel and then back to his brother. Something was definitely up. Sam thought of some reasons as to why everything was all weird between them, but he came to the conclusion that Dean probably wasn't comfortable with the fact that angels exist yet. Although, when Sam looked over at his brother, Dean's face was red. He wasn't sick, so it wasn't a fever. Sam smiled.
"Are you blushing, Dean?" Sam asked with the smile was still on his face as he watched his brother become more and more flustered by the second. It wasn't very often that Sam got something on Dean. He was going to make his brother pay for all the pranks he had played on him in the past. "Castiel, what did you do to him?" Sam asked teasingly, looking over at his brother. Dean shoved the rest of his pie into his mouth and glared at Castiel who was clearing his throat to speak.
Dean gripped the fork in his hand and stabbed it down to the table. If it were metal, the force of his hand would have kept it lodged into the table, but since it was plastic, it snapped off and flew in the air and onto the floor. "Say anything, and I will rip those wings of yours out of your back, throw them to the ground, and burn them." Dean ground his teeth and pushed his seat back from the table. "Sam, come on." Dean reached over and grabbed Sam's bag, thus dragging his brother from the table away from Castiel.
Once the Winchesters were out of the cafeteria Castiel shuddered. He thought about Dean's words for a moment. "That would be most unpleasant."