A/N: I just wrote this, I've been supper busy with school and I'm finishing NaNoWriMo, so it was difficult to write anything in the past few days that wasn't for my novel. I hope you like this chapter, it's just basically a filler, I know, but I really wanted to write something for you. Look who is early! Happy thanksgiving, everyone!

Chapter 5 – Just run!

He walked to school and he tried to avoid the bullies. For once he could actually avoid them. He went all the other directions whenever he saw one of those familiar faces.

He spotted Charlie next to his locker. He smiled and walked to her.

"Hey Charlie!" He greeted with a smile.

Charlie glanced her eyes to him and smiled back.

"Winchester! I'm glad you're ok!" She said. "Your dad didn't catch you yesterday, I see…"

Besides being Dean's best friend, Charlie knew everything that John did to Dean. Not because Dean ever told her, but because she would see marks on him and figure it out. Or just by the way he was standing… She was just a genius.

"Not exactly. I hit mute instead of 'pause', so he saw Troy dancing around with the Wildcats." Dean mumbled, trying not to sound too affected by the memory.

"God, I'm sorry to hear that… But he didn't hit you did he?" Charlie asked out of concern.

Dean shook his head.

"No, but he gave me a lecture about how gay the movie actually is…"

Charlie smiled.

"He is right you know… High School Musical is the gayest movie Disney has ever made." She told him.

"I guess you're right…"

"What is that?" Charlie asked pointing to a plastic bag that Dean had in his hand.

"This is Castiel's shirt. The one I ruined…" Dean told her.

"Oh! You did that magic trick you always do to save it?" Dean nodded. "You always save my cosplays! I don't know what I would do if it wasn't for you!"

Dean chuckled lightly.

"You would probably be the same, except that you would have all your clothes full of stains…"

"That is just true, Dean!" She agreed with him.

Dean glanced at his clock.

"I better get going. I'm going to try and put this in front of Castiel's locker."

Walking around the school, avoiding bullies and trying to reach Castiel's locker was hard. Every single one of them was trying to impress the 'King' so that they could be a bit higher in the hierarchy. Usually Dean avoided the zone, trying not to be caught by those guys. But today was the day he really needed to go there leave the bag and walk away.

"Mr. Winchester! Fancy seeing you here!" Crowley mocked.

Dean flinched lightly.

"Good morning." He tried to be polite, so that they would just mock it and leave. But no, everyone liked to do the exact opposite of what Dean wanted.

"Good morning, he says!" Alastair repeated with a laugh.

Dean tried to even his breathing pattern.

Come on Dean, let the air in, let the air out. Just breathe.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Winchester?" Azazel asked him. "We never see you at this side of the school!"

Dean gulped.

"I'm just here to return something." He just wanted to give the shirt back to Castiel.

Dean tried to walk away from them, motioning to Castiel's locker.

"What is that in your hands?" Crowley asked.

"It's a shirt." Dean spoke so low that it was barely above a whisper.

"A shirt?" Crowley repeated. "Why are you carrying a shirt with you?"

Dean wanted to run away. He didn't want trouble. But he didn't want to face Castiel… Because he was afraid of the mighty King, even if he had a crush on the so called mighty King.

"I'm returning it to someone." Dean said.

"And who are you returning it to?" Dean didn't answer, which made the trio angry. "Answer when I ask you something!"

"I'm returning it to Castiel." Dean spoke.

Everyone stared at him.

It was Azazel who broke the silence.

"Yeah, sure… As if Castiel would just lend you a shirt!"

The other boys laughed.

"Now tell me the truth!" Crowley demanded.

"He didn't lend it to me. I got it dirty, so I cleaned it…" Dean told him.

That seemed to make Crowley stop laughing.

"Oh! You're his maid! You clean his clothes! Of course, you're just a peasant after all…" He smirked. "What would Castiel say if the stain was still there?"

Alastair barked out a laugh.

"I bet he would be angry…"

Azazel smirked.

"And what do you think he would do if Mr. Winchester here handed him the shirt with a few words on it?"

Dean's eyes grew wider.

"Please don't." He asked.

But those boys were just there for the fun.

"How about… 'Dean hearts Castiel'?" Alastair asked.

"Or maybe… Just drawings…" Azazel added.

"Why won't we do both?" Crowley asked.

Dean didn't want that to happen. He hold the bag as tightly as he could and ran away. Yeah, it was a bit coward of him to run away. But he couldn't have any of those things happening.

He turned a corner and bumped into someone.

The plastic bag still in his hold and he just continued running away, yelling a 'I'm Sorry!' to whoever he bumped into.

Dean ran and ran until he found his safe place. He was in Mr. Lafitte's office.

"Good morning, Dean… I see you're having your morning run…" Mr. Lafitte commented.

"I'm sorry to just run inside without knocking, but I need you to help me." It was never easy for Dean to ask anyone's help, and Mr. Lafitte knew it.

"What's wrong Dean?" He asked suddenly getting up to his feet and walking to Dean.

Dean, who was panting from running, tried to catch his breath before talking.

"Crowley and his friends wanted to get me in trouble."

Mr. Lafitte frowned.

"What kind of trouble?"

"They wanted to write and draw things on Castiel's shirt." Dean said as he raised his hand, showing the bag to Mr. Lafitte.

"Why do you have a shirt that belongs to Castiel?" He asked.

Dean raised his head.

"Because I kinda ruined it and promised I would get it cleaned." Dean explained.

"Oh… So getting it written would be awful…" Mr. Lafitte agreed.

Dean looked to the windows that showed the gardens their school had.

"I need you to give this to him." Dean asked.

Mr. Lafitte nodded.

"I think it's best if I hand it to him."

"Mr. Novak!" Mr. Lafitte called.

Castiel turned his head to look at the teacher.

"Yes, Mr. Lafitte." Castiel walked towards the teacher. "Do you want anything from me?"

Mr. Lafitte sighed.

"No… But I have something for you."

Castiel tilted his head.

"What could you possibly have that is for me?" He inquired.

Mr. Lafitte didn't answer. He held the plastic bag and handed it to Castiel.

"What is this?" Castiel asked, taking the bag.

"I believe, Mr. Winchester said that it was your shirt."

"My shirt?" Castiel opened the plastic bag and scanned it. "Oh! This shirt."

A few seconds of silence were put to an end by Castiel.

"Why didn't he gave it to me directly?"

Mr. Lafitte laughed slightly at Castiel's confusion.

"He was being chased by someone who wanted to ruin the shirt to make you hate him. He said he ran as fast as he could to save the shirt, he even bumped into someone."

Castiel looked Mr. Lafitte in the eyes.

"He bumped into me."

So this is it for today, guys! I have a huge math test tomorrow, so I will be really stressed after it. I'm going to finish my novel and then I'm going to continue my other story 'Who Kissed Me?!' if you haven't read it yet, I recommend it. I'm loving that story, but this is easier to write, the chapters are not that big, and they kinda just come. The other one is ending and I need some pretty important things happening.

Anyway, I hope you like this story so far! I'm amazed by the amount of people who are following this story! I wasn't expecting it to happen! I have almost 50 people following this! Thank you all for following/ favoriting and thank you to those three very kind, very awesome people who reviewed last chapter!

When you review you make me want to write more! So, tell me what you think so far! ^^ Thank you for reading! I'll see you on Monday!