Castiel was still curious about where Dean had gone, but he couldn't find him after school. God, he was dreading going home. His father would probably be home now, drinking away and his mom would probably be cleaning the house or washing the car or whatever else dad had wanted her to do this time. He would much rather be at school. And today had actually been a good day. He hadn't expected meeting someone, let alone a potential someone in the future. They'd moved in a few weeks ago, but Castiel had just started school today because his dad had wanted him and his mother to unpack all the boxes first.
Castiel took as long as possible getting home today. School had gotten out at two forty. By the time he got home, it was nearly five. The drive home was fifteen minutes.
"Mom? M'home!" he called as he walked in the door. His mother hurried around the corner, a fresh bruise on her cheek. Castiel frowned at it but said nothing.
"Your father isn't going to be home for a few days, he's at a business meeting in Vancouver," his mother said, a smile on her face. "He left this morning." Castiel felt a smile pull up on his own lips. "How was school?"
"God mom, it was great. I met this guy..." Castiel smiled as his mothers eyes widened and a smile tugged up on her beautiful face.
"Really? Honey, that's great!" she exclaimed. Unlike his father, she was very supportive.
"I know." He smiled, his mind going to Dean's muddy green eyes, his soft looking lips...his smile widened, if possible, even more.
"Does this guy have a name?" his mother asked. He grinned.
"Yeah. Dean."
"Nice. Good strong name." His mother smiled widely. "Do you have any homework today?" He made a face and nodded.
"Yeah," he replied sadly. His mother chuckled.
"Well, get to it. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can tell me about this Dean."