A/N: Hey guys I had some personal stuff going on lately so I havent been able to update a lot, this is a shorter chapter but this was kind of a pain to write. I would also like to thank you for your patience with all my grammar for this entire story so far is still in beta and eventually will all be editing and made a lot better. Thank you again for reading this story it makes me all warm inside(:
Cas met up with Dean a week later in the school's library looking down at Dean's backpack with sympathy. "Dude you're looking at my bag like it offended you." Dean's lips quirked up a bit as he spoke. "Dean, your bag is… Dean really it looks like a bomb went off do you even own a single folder?" The dark haired boy looked more confused then anything. "Eh, who needed folders man when bags come with pockets" Cas grimaced once more at the dirty bag.. "If we weren't working on your schoolwork I would be forcing organizational materials into your hands" Dean just shrugged.
"So…" Dean began but felt incredibly awkward. Cas didn't seem to mind but more looked at him expectedly "Where would you enjoy beginning Dean?" Cas looked in his natural habitat surrounded by shelves and shelves of books; Dean began to wonder what he read. "well although you did help me in English, math is fucking awful and I'm not the best at well school." Dean was suddenly embarrassed was absent-mindedly rubbed his neck and tossed a large textbook onto the desk, which earned him a stern look from the librarian.
Cas surveyed the boy in front of him, he was first off very confused at why the boy seemed to be blind to the intelligence he had, and second why he was embarrassed for not doing so well in a class. "We can start with your most recent assignment Dean, it is not a problem." Dean released a breath he didn't realize he was holding and shrugged towards Cas "I don't have a fucking clue what's going on in that class anymore, whether its equations or the freakin' graphing problems." Cas peered down at the textbook that seemed like annoyance, but Dean never could read people correctly. "This book is slightly incorrect, these problems wouldn't be much of a help for you." Cas paused for a moment and opened his bag quickly getting out a small blue packet. "It would be more useful if we practiced with this packet and not the book." Dean silently nodded and took the packet with small thanks. "We can start with the basis. Oxygen is located with all the most common gas."
They studied the elements for another two hours, Dean although understanding more was tugging at his hair in frustration. "It just doesn't make s
Sense how could you of possibly gotten this answer this completely doesn't make any sense!" Cas took a deep breath and looked at Dean while leaning back in his chair. Cas was wearing a button up shirt under a cardigan that looked warn out. Dean, by the way his shorter hair was sticking up, was getting restless.
Another hour passed by and they had finished the first tutoring day. Dean had learned quickly that once Cas was in the mode, things weren't awkward and he could easily tease him without receiving blank looks, and although never got off the subject Dean had learned things about him. Such as the way when he is teaching something he would tap his fingers on the desk as if he was playing the piano, or when Dean was getting frustrated he ran his fingers through his hair.
Packing up Dean and looked at Cas and they said their quick goodbyes and walked their separate ways. "Hey man thanks a ton for doing this, I know- well I know I'm not the best student and everything but thanks." Dean absently scratched his neck. "Dean really, its not a struggle I find it pleasant to help you." Dean scoffed then released a smile. It was 7 o'clock by the time they had both reached their car. Dean knew Sam would ask him a billion questions, and-fuck Dean had forgotten to make a dinner for Sam. He would have to get there quicker so he wouldn't leave Sam to his own devices and have him make something like a salad. Heaven forbid.
Castiel slide into his car with ease and took a deep breath. He would have to lie when Anna would ask where he was. He was not a good liar. Castiel enjoyed tutoring Dean, even when he huffed in annoyance and stared at Castiel with fake hatred for schoolwork. Dean was also very easy to get along with, and if things weren't so complicated right now he would of wished to have Dean as his friend. That would make Dean his only friend. Castiel sighed and took his car out of reverse
Dean snuck his way into his house hoping Sam wasn't home yet from one of his dorky clubs he decided to take. "Dean you're home! Where were you?" Dean sighed and looked toward an over excited little brother looking up from his homework. "I was uh… I was uhm getting tutored" Dean mumbled as he sifted through the fridge to see if there was any food left from their last food binge.
"Really! Who's your tutor? Wow Dean I'm really proud of you, do you thing by the end of this year you can apply to collage? What if you get in to a really good school? What if Dad comes home totally wants you to go what if-" Sam's fast paragraph was interrupted by a tired sigh and a look from his older brother. "Sammy you're getting ahead of yourself, it's just to keep me stable for now so I don't drop out." "Who's the tutor?" Dean took in a deep breath; the twenty questions would never stop. "One of the Novak kids, Cas" Sam just simply nodded but looked at Dean like he was one of the stars on a Christmas tree. "I know Gabe! He's my friend, oh! and I ran into a few weeks ago his brother with the black hair and blue eyes what was his name…" Dean avoided eye contact. "Cas." "Yeah Castiel! He's really nice and- Dean." Dean bit his lip. "Dean is that your tutor" Dean shoved his middle finger towards his brother. "It is isn't it?" Dean reluctantly sighed and pushed past Sam who gave him one of his faces for when Dean wanted to avoid something.
Dean painfully looked away. He knew he could never get into collage. His dad made it very clear that he would probably work at Bobby's garage most of the time. Dean looked in the house for more food because they were almost out in the fridge. Dean would need to get a job soon if their dad wouldn't call or do something soon. Their food supply was quickly running low.
"I, uh called dad today" Sam quipped into the silence over the pot of pasta Dean was boiling. He quirked an eyebrow and then stood up straight. "Did he answer?" Sam shook his head. Dean returned his focus onto the pot and became lost in his thoughts. If only he had a way to know if his dad was okay-or at least not dead.
Cas came home with his hair rumpled in an exhausted manner, and personally he just wanted to see his own bed and a good book. His brother Michael raised his eyebrows at him as he slowly walked into his home. "What were you up to?" Castiel noticed the mocking tone in his brother's voice and sighed. "I was tutoring someone." This seemed to have been the thing to say because Michael already seemed bored. Anna emerged from the staircase but seemed to not see Castiel as she gave his older brother a knowing look and left the house with the car keys.
Lugging his heavy backpack to his room Castiel flopped on his own bed and turned on the radio to some talk station. They were discussing politics personally not one of his favorite things to listen too but he needed the noise and the distraction. He pulled out his own notebook and began to finish the homework he couldn't do during lunch. Dean had been an interesting person to tutor; he wished he could talk to him in a less professional fashion.
His tranquil thoughts were tarnished as a bellow erupted from the floor below him. He recognized the voice as Zachariah. It was his uncle who had yet to acknowledge Castiel's existence. He was far too concerned with his brothers and sister to notice much about Castiel. Castiel preferred it this way. He would slide under the radar and be able to get away with things if he so desired.
Grabbing a red apple from his backpack Castiel began to write furiously. After a few hours his days of insomnia caught up to him and he started to nod off, Castiel wished his mind would quiet down for him to be able to sleep. He only wished to sleep without the nightmares. Fighting it with all his power eventually let sleep take him. Instead of the nightmares he expected he was haunted with visions of heaven, and the righteous man.