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The morning after Dean and Castiel's impromptu meeting, Dean woke up with an unusual eagerness and rushed through his morning shower. After his shower Dean scrutinized his hair before deciding that the messy- just got out of bed look worked for him. He dressed in a pair of casually faded blue jeans, a black tee-shirt and a brown plaid button up shirt with his usual sneakers.
Once Dean was all clean and dressed he bounded down the stairs, singing AC/DC's Back in Black at the top of his lungs. He skidded to a halt in front of the kitchen table before collapsing into his seat. He barely managed to mutter a 'thank you' before he started devouring his breakfast, his body vibrating with barely suppressed energy.
Bobby and Sam, who were already seated at the table, stared at Dean with wide eyes. They exchanged an incredibly confused and disturbed look, both shrugging at each other before turning to stare open-mouthed at Dean again.
Dean finally stopped shoveling food into his mouth long enough to notice the incredibly strange looks he was getting. He swallowed harshly and looked down at his clothes self consciously. "What?"
"What's got you in such a good mood?" Bobby asked bluntly, raising his eyebrows.
Dean shrugged, picking up his fork and digging into his eggs again. "It's just a good day, that's all." Dean spoke around a mouthful of food and Sam frowned in disgust.
"You hate getting up in the morning, Dean." Sam reminded his brother helpfully.
Dean rolled his eyes at his little brother and said, "C'mon Sammy, can't I be in a good mood for once?"
"...I guess." Sam replied hesitantly. It wasn't as if Dean was never in a good mood, far from it of course. Dean was a generally happy person- outwardly at least. He was always smiling and laughing, making crude jokes and teasing others. He just was not a morning person. Never had been, and Sam never thought he'd live to see the day when he was one.
"Thanks for your permission Sammy." Dean said sarcastically. He finished eating with a flourish of his fork and then downed his glass of orange juice.
"Dean, do you have a GSA meeting today?" Bobby asked suddenly. Dean nodded and Bobby turned to Sam, saying, "I can't pick you up after school today, kid. I got a client coming down to look at that old '94 Ford Truck in the yard."
Sam nodded, unconcerned, and finished his breakfast as well. "That's alright, Bobby. I'll just go to the meeting today."
Dean stood up and put his dishes in the sink, then grabbed his backpack off the back of his chair and hurried out the door, calling over his shoulder, "Later, Bobby. Move your ass Sam, we don't want to be late!"
"Since when do you care about being late?" Sam demanded, sounding vaguely harassed. He gave Bobby an incredulous look and Bobby shrugged, smiling. Sam sighed and grabbed his backpack as well and said, "Bye Bobby."
"Be good, boys." Bobby called after them. He walked Sam to the door and shut it behind them, shaking his head at Dean's unusual attitude as they left. The boy was up to something. Bobby could only just pray that that something wasn't too bad.
Castiel breathed a sigh of relief when he got to school the next day. Riding in the car with his family and just being around them in general was incredibly stressful. It was nice to be able to get away from them, even if it was only for a little while.
He walked into the large building and carefully maneuvered himself through the halls until he settled himself in his homeroom. He kept his eyes focused on his desk and refused to allow his eyes to wander for the rest of the period. Castiel repeated this technique throughout the rest of his classes, only looking up to glance at the board before hurriedly directing his gaze back down.
Castiel figured that, this way, his attention couldn't wander from his school work. No unsavory thoughts could catch his attention and there would be no distractions. All he had to do was keep himself busy and focused on his work and he would be fine. He just couldn't let his mind wander.
It seemed to be working out pretty well for him, and by the time lunch rolled around Castiel was feeling slightly more relaxed. He hadn't thought about anything that could be considered sinful or impure all day, and he was now completely confident that he once again had a firm grip on his emotions and thoughts.
Castiel collected his lunch and steered himself into an empty seat. All of the interest over him had died down after his first day, and he was once again left to his own devices. Castiel often preferred it this way. Solitude gave him more time to think and observe the world around him. He would take that over trying to interact with others any day.
Apparently, the fates were against him today. Castiel hadn't sat down for more than ten minutes when another metal tray was clanking down across from him, and the boy with the pretty green eyes from last night was lowering himself into a seat, a friendly smile on his face.
Castiel froze, his mouth going dry. The book he had been reading flopped shut as he took his hand off of it and Castiel gazed at it desperately. What was this guy doing here? Did he know what he was doing to Castiel? Was this some sort of temptation test?
"Hey, you're Castiel, right?" Dean asked, seemingly oblivious to Castiel's discomfort. "I'm Dean. We met last night, remember?"
There was a long, awkward pause where Dean waited for Castiel to answer. Castiel's eyes flickered wildly over the book's cover, his tray, Dean's tray, the wall over Dean's shoulder, the students passing by. Anything and everything that wasn't Dean's face. The face that played in his dreams last night with it's soft features and deep, moss green eyes.
Castiel opened his mouth and licked his lips nervously, his dry tongue running over cracked lips uselessly. He cleared his throat before finally responding, "I remember." His voice was barely a whisper, but it was all he could force out.
That didn't seem to deter Dean any and he nodded, a small smile gracing his features. Castiel's eyes snapped onto Dean's perfect, salmon lips instantly. Dean had an extraordinary smile. Even a small grin like the one he was sporting now could make an entire room light up, and Castiel felt his heart jump with suppressed attraction.
"How did your lesson go last night? Mr. Morgan can be a real hard-ass man, making you stay after on your first day like that was totally uncool." Dean said, his tone sympathetic for Castiel's plight.
If only he knew what Castiel's real problem was at this moment. He was making everything so much worse just by sitting there. Just by existing. All of the carefully built self control was shattered in an instant and Castiel couldn't help himself any longer, he couldn't stop it.
His eyes lifted from Dean's lips to the angular planes of his face. He had fantastic bone structure, one that every model would envy. His eyes had an unusual spark in them that Castiel felt a deep longing to understand. He wanted to talk to Dean, learn everything there was to know about this man and then some. He wanted to be with him, in every way that he knew was wrong.
"Castiel?" Dean questioned, his brow furrowed. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth and Castiel watched in fascination as he rolled it around for a bit before releasing it with a quiet pop.
Swallowing audibly, Castiel answered, "I apologize. I was... reading when you sat down." Castiel gestured to the book helplessly, hoping that Dean didn't see his frankly horrendous lie for what it was.
Dean glanced over at the book and snorted, his lips stretching in another smile. "You're a book lover, huh? My little brother's just like that. Sammy's always got his nose in a book. It's hard to snap the kid out of it." Dean admitted, shaking his head at his little brother.
Castiel frowned, wondering why Dean seemed to think that was strange. "You don't like books?" He asked curiously. Reading was a huge part of Castiel's life. He grew up reading books. They were his only escape from his family, and sometimes escaping into another reality, even if it was only for an hour or two at a time, made it just a little easier to survive.
Dean shrugged and loaded up his fork with various foods, then shoved the entire concoction into his mouth. Castiel raised his eyebrows, unable to stop the small smile that rose on his face. Gabriel was the same way with his food, whenever their parents weren't watching.
Dean noticed Castiel's small smile and grinned around his mouthful of food. He waited a second until it was all swallowed before answering. "It's never really been my thing." He admitted casually. His eyes drifted from Castiel's face to his tray and his face instantly became incredulous. His mouth dropped open and he looked back up at Castiel, then down to his tray, then back up again.
Castiel shifted uncomfortably and looked down at his tray, wondering what was wrong. "What?" He asked quietly, comparing his tray to Dean's. Dean's tray was loaded with the most fattening foods that Castiel imagined the cafeteria served. There were chips, chocolate milk, and a burger loaded up with condiments. There was also a package of peanut M&M's that looked like it was brought from home rather than bought at school. Castiel's tray was far less adventurous. He had a small salad with chicken, an apple and a carton of whole milk.
Dean opened his mouth to speak and choked, apparently horrified. Castiel fidgeted in his seat, very unused to having this type of attention trained on him. "Dude... how can you survive off that food?!" Dean exclaimed, his voice raising with the horror of it all.
"I... this meal is very nutritious." Castiel defended his food selection weakly, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.
Dean pushed his own tray away for a moment and rested his palms flat on the table, shaking his head. His face was pinched in a pained expression and Castiel couldn't help chuckling slightly at the melodramatic reaction.
"You need real food." Dean declared immediately. "Here, take some." Dean grabbed a handful of peanut M&M's and deposited them onto Castiel's tray.
Castiel stared at the small candy pieces nervously. He looked away from his table and scanned the room, not putting it past his mother to be able to find out about this even though she didn't know anyone at this school except for himself and Gabriel.
"I can't eat candy." Castiel tried to decline politely, his face flushing with embarrassment as he said it.
"Why not?" Dean asked, frowning.
"Uh..." Castiel trailed off awkwardly. He was 17 years old. He was certainly not going to tell Dean that the reason he didn't eat candy was because his parents didn't allow it. He had some pride after all. And, besides, Dean chose to sit down with him. He didn't have to come search him out after yesterday. Plus, Castiel bargained with himself, if he ate the candy then maybe Dean would go away so Castiel could stop having these improper thoughts about him.
Even as Castiel thought it, his heart gave a desperate lurch. He didn't want to stop thinking about Dean. He didn't want Dean to leave either. Maybe Castiel could learn to control his thoughts and he and Dean could just be friends. Nothing bad would come out of it. Castiel could control himself. He could.
Castiel looked down at the small pieces of candy in front of him and carefully took one into his hand. He glanced at Dean, who grinned wildly at him, and Castiel plucked it into his mouth, chewing it appreciatively.
It was one of the best things he had ever tasted. "This is delicious." He said, and made quick work of the rest of the candies. Castiel had the sudden urge to lick his fingers afterwards, and he let out a quiet laugh at the memories of Gabriel that invoked.
"You like them?" Dean asked, his face practically lighting up.
Castiel nodded. "Very much. Thank you."
"You're welcome!" Dean exclaimed happily. He reclaimed his tray and dug in. For the next ten minutes of lunch he and Castiel ate together, sometimes in comfortable silence and sometimes talking. Dean was usually the one to do the talking, and he regaled Castiel with a few highly amusing stories about him and his brother.
When the bell rung, Dean turned to glare at the clock and frowned, clearly not ready to leave. Castiel couldn't help but feel disappointed as well. He had actually had a good time with Dean.
Dean was incredibly charismatic and his personality was unusually charming. He didn't seem to mind the way Castiel's voice could barely be heard when he spoke, or the way he frowned whenever Dean mentioned a movie or TV show. Castiel wasn't allowed to watch a lot of TV or movies, a fact which promptly horrified Dean when he found out.
There was something enigmatic about Dean that drew Castiel to him. Dean's exterior personality was very charming. He was constantly laughing or joking, and seemed to be one of the happiest people Castiel had ever known.
But internally, Castiel could sense that there was more going on. There was something in his eyes that said that Dean knew sadness and pain, and Castiel couldn't help but wonder what happened to him.
"Hey, this is my cell number." Dean said, shoving a piece of paper at Castiel. Castiel fumbled with it before getting a good grip on it and putting it carefully in his pocket.
"I don't have a cell phone." Castiel told Dean, feeling regret over that fact for the first time in his life.
Dean frowned, apparently regretting that fact to. "Oh. Well, that's okay. We'll talk more at lunch tomorrow, okay?"
"Yes, that sounds nice." Castiel answered without thinking. Dean grinned at him before hurrying off down the hallway, waving a quick goodbye as he went.
Castiel stared after him for a long moment, the corners of his lips drooping now that Dean's infectiously happy presence was gone.
In a single lunch period Dean had managed to not only make Castiel smile, but made him laugh. And, on top of that, he got him to disobey his parents, even though it was just to eat some candy.
This was not going to end well. Castiel knew that without a shadow of a doubt. Castiel gathered up his books and backpack and headed off to his next class, his face filled with images of Dean. The way his eyes glinted when the sunlight streaming in front the window hit them just right. They way his smile stretched his lips to the breaking point and created cute little dimples on his cheeks. The adorable casual, messy style of his hair. His perfectly toned body. This way his voice sounded when he spoke, deep for a high school junior yet simultaneously comforting and warm. The way his voice made Castiel feel whenever he spoke.
Castiel shook his head roughly and slammed himself down into his seat, his heart beating wildly in his chest. His eyes darted around the room, terrified that someone would be able to know what he was thinking just by looking at him. Castiel carefully rearranged his expression until it was completely blank and took a deep breath, willing his heart rate to slow down. If his family found out what he was thinking, they would kill him. He couldn't let anyone find out about these thoughts. Castiel would drown in them before he would admit to them.
Dean drifted through his afternoon classes that day, more uninterested in the subjects than usual. He couldn't stop thinking about Castiel. When Dean first sat down, he was sure that Castiel was going to tell him to leave him alone. He looked seriously freaked out and Dean had no idea why.
Dean wondered if he did something wrong at first. Should he have asked if that seat was taken? But he waited across the room for a few minutes and it didn't look like Castiel was waiting for anyone, so it seemed safe to sit down.
And no one else had come by the table the entire time they were sitting there. Dean wondered a lot about Castiel. He had gorgeous features and an unusually deep voice that really didn't match them. His voice was so soft though that it was easy to miss if you weren't straining to hear every word.
Dean knew that there was more to him than just shyness. He had some sort of fear in him that made Dean feel a protectiveness toward him. Dean's hands clenched into fists when he thought about what could have instilled so much fear into Castiel- enough so that he was almost too afraid to eat some freaking candy.
He watched Castiel's face closely during the entire lunch period, studying his reactions to what Dean was saying. It was how Dean got to know people, he always had a talent for reading others. But there was something about Castiel that was so closed off, it made him so hard to read.
But Dean could read him a little bit. Enough to see that Castiel was listening to everything he was saying with rapt attention. Enough to know that the small smiles Castiel gave and that one quick laugh were precious, unusual events.
Dean left his last class a few minutes early so he could head to the gym and set up for their weekly GSA meeting. He was president of the club, a fact which Sam teases him about endlessly. Dean didn't care how many times Sam called him King of the Gays though, because being president of this club actually came with a few perks. Like being able to leave class early, for example.
Dean went about his usual routine and set up a snack table in the back, then started pulling out the bleachers for everyone to sit on. Today they were covering the very touchy topic about abusive relationships.
Dean didn't really enjoy talking about the really sensitive subjects, and as President he frequently passed that responsibility onto others.
"Dean!" A voice called from behind him. Before Dean could turn around a pair of thin arms were wrapping themselves around him and squeezing tight.
"What the fu- Madison!" Dean exclaimed, laughing. He maneuvered himself around in her arms and hugged her back, laughing.
She bounced back and grinned at him, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, guess what?"
"What?" Dean asked, passing her a stack of pamphlets that she could pass out to everyone once the meeting was started.
"I asked Taylor out and she said yes!" Madison squealed, bouncing up and down excitedly.
"That's great!" Dean said, chuckling slightly at her enthusiasm Madison was a freshman, and Sam's best friend. They've known each other since second grade, and Sam was actually the first person Madison revealed her sexuality to.
"Do I hear something about hot lesbian action?!" One of Dean's friends, Marcus, asked. He walked up to them with a smirk, his normally dark eyes outlined with eyeliner.
Madison punched Marcus in the arm and ran off to find Sam now that the gym was almost full. Dean rolled his eyes at Marcus and walked over to the table where he and the other usual speakers talked.
"What?" Marcus asked, his smirk shifting into a mischievous grin.
"You're bad." Dean said, smirking as well.
"What are you gonna do about it? Spank me?" Marcus asked with an over-the-top wink.
Dean snorted and said, "Don't tempt me."
"Hey Dean! Who's talking today?" Another of Dean's friends and the VP of the GSA asked. Her name was Jo and she and her mother, Ellen, were actually close family friend's of Dean and Sam's.
"You wanna do it?" Dean asked her, his tone just shy of pleading.
Jo rolled her eyes, flicking her honey blonde hair out of her face. "Sure, Dean." Dean let out a grateful breath and quickly ushered her, the secretary of the GSA and the treasurer over to the main table.
The meeting went well and before Dean knew it he was walking out to his car with Sam by his side. They kept up a steady stream of conversation as they walked, just discussing their days and general lives.
When they got in the car, Sam turned to Dean and asked, "Were you sitting with one of the new kids at lunch today?"
Dean licked his lips, Castiel's expressive sea-blue eyes popping into his mind immediately. Dean cleared his throat, flushing, and said, "Yeah. His name's Castiel."
Sam raised his eyebrows at the name and asked, "Castiel? Like the angel?"
"Huh?" Dean asked, giving Sam a strange look. He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, the drive from school to home just a few minutes long.
"Castiel's the name of an angel in the bible." Sam said, shrugging.
Dean gave his brother a look and shook his head at him in mock dismay. "You are an encyclopedia of weirdness."
"Dean-" Sam started, giving his older brother a seething look.
"Chill, Sammy." Dean said, grinning at his little brother. He reached over and pushed his brother gently, causing Sam to laugh and push him back.
"His family must be really religious." Sam continued their conversation once the shoving fight was over.
"Yeah, it sounded like it. Sammy, they don't let him eat any junk food!" Dean exclaimed, sounding absolutely scandalized. He pulled up to Singer's Salvage Yard and parked in his usual spot. He and Sam hopped out of the car and walked towards to the house together. Sam was giving Dean a thoroughly scrutinizing look and Dean flushed under the attention. "What?" Dean finally asked.
"Do you like him?" Sam demanded, a slow smile creeping onto his face.
Dean immediately flushed, his cheeks heating up to an unnatural temperature. "No!"
"You have a crush on him!" Sam exclaimed gleefully, and took off running towards the house. "Bobby, Dean has a crush!"
"I do not!" Dean yelled, chasing after his brother.
"Dean and Castiel sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love-" Sam taunted happily, bounding up the stairs and in the house.
"Shut up, Sam!" Dean shouted, horrified, and ran after his brother, mentally going over the many different ways he was going to make Sam pay for this.
So, that's the end of Chapter 2! Review Please!