A/N: I was going to write this chapter sooner but I'm sick, and I couldn't write anything. So sorry if you were waiting for this chapter to be published. I wanted to tell you something, because I'm not sure you understand why Cas wants to know what happened to Dean, so here it goes: Cas is intrigued by Dean, he doesn't get why he's always so afraid and all that; Dean refused to tell him the truth; Cas doesn't like to be refused something. If Dean doesn't tell him, he finds out on his own; Cas wants to be the one who makes Dean be afraid, the one who hurts Dean, so he wants to know the 'competition'. And that's why he want to know who did it. If you didn't understand it very well I hope you can understand it now! ^-^

Chapter 13 – Big Talks

"Where is it?"

Dean looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you try to fool me, Dean Winchester!" Charlie said as she hit him in the arm.

"Aw!" He hissed. "There's no need to do that! I don't know what you're talking about!"

Charlie tried to calm herself down.

"Your cellphone. Where is it?" She asked.

Dean fished his phone from his pocket.

"Here." He said confused.

She rolled her eyes.

"Then why didn't you answer it, you moron?"

Dean unlocked his phone and saw that there were five missed calls from Charlie, and six texts also from her.

"I'm sorry, Charlie… I didn't notice."

"Yeah sure… Whatever you say. Now… Are we going to class?" She asked. Dean looked at her confused. Didn't she want to talk to me? And now she's asking that we go to class?

"Sure…"

They walked together since they were having the same class, in a peaceful silence, which was something pretty rare for them. As they reached the classroom, Charlie sat herself beside Dean.

"Did you want to talk to me?" He asked slowly, not sure what Charlie had wanted from him. He decided to check what her messages said.

'Balthazar started talking to me. Call me.'

'He wanted to know what happened to your arm. Call me!'

'Are you there, dumbass? He just wouldn't give up! Call me!'

'CAALL MEEEEE!'

'If you won't call me, and won't answer your phone… You must hate me…'

'What?! That didn't work!? What's wrong with you Dean?! CALL ME!'

Dean could see the desperation that Charlie had just by reading her texts, he should have picked up the phone. She even used the 'you must hate me' card! As he blamed himself for not picking up the phone, he started apologizing.

"Sorry, Charlie… I didn't remember that it was in silent mode. It doesn't ring nor does it shake… I didn't know you were trying to talk to me! Please don't stay mad at me!" He begged her, his hands on her shoulders, pulling her into a hug.

Charlie smiled. She wanted him to understand why she needed to talk to him, since she got the status of a honorary Winchester, it was easy to understand that she was just as stubborn as any other Winchester himself. She would never tell something, she just waited for him to understand what was wrong, unless she really, really needed help.

"It's alright… I know you didn't do it on purpose." Charlie muttered against his skin, embracing him too.

"So, he wanted you to them him what happened to my arm… Could you figure out why?" Dean was unsure. Charlie probably figured it out and he was scared of why he wanted to know, but he felt like he needed to ask it.

Dean let go of Charlie and looked her in the eyes, trying to understand what he could do to make her feel better about the situation, and also trying to understand what happened exactly.

"No… He wouldn't let me ask anything. The only thing I could do was answer him." Dean saw Charlie's cheeks gain a bit of color as she talked. She looked nervous, and one thing that Charlie Bradbury never is, is nervous.

"What did you say to him?" He might not be Sherlock Holmes, but he could figure that she looked guilty, right after she said 'The only thing I could do was answer him', that always meant something.

Her eyes were fixed on the floor between their bodies. She stayed still for a few seconds before she sighed and looked into Dean's impossibly green eyes.

"I said that I wouldn't make it worse." She muttered lightly. She was ashamed of what she said. She never wanted to betray Dean, but it kinda got impossible for her to control her tongue. "I'm sorry Dean. I didn't mean to say it!" As the words came out of her mouth, Dean saw that Charlie was about to cry. She was still very sensitive and the whole situation with the Novaks only made it worse. She didn't need Dean to make her feel even worse.

"I know." He said as he pulled her close again. Charlie buried her face in his neck and calmed herself down. "I know that you only wanted to protect me. It's okay, Charlie…"

As she tried to snuggle closer, she replied a very low, "Thanks Dean."

The teacher walked in and they got themselves apart from each other and waited for the lesson to get started.

It was late at night. Dean was sitting in his bed and he could see that Sam was already sound asleep. And he let his mind wander.

His first thoughts went to Charlie, he was sad that she wasn't her usual self and that she would have a break down whenever she remembered the Novaks. He didn't like to see her hurting like that, and he promised himself to do everything he could to make her smile more often.

Dean glanced again at Sam and his mind focused on him. He had no idea if Sam still had Gabriel in his tail. Sam only said that he asked Gabriel to leave him alone, his actual words were 'yelled' but that was just a detail, and walked away from him. He was concerned that Sam hadn't told him everything; he didn't look at Dean's eyes when they talked, and he usually did that whenever he wasn't comfortable with something. Dean couldn't help but get worried over it. Sam never hid things from him. They had a very firm relationship; they never had secrets to each other because they depended on the other and any secret could damage the entire thing.

As he thought of damage, he found himself thinking about how Crowley and the gang hadn't been too bad for him lately. They were almost never after him anymore, and only when they saw him in the hallway they smirked and walked to him. They wouldn't be as cruel as before, but were still quite mean to him.

He started remembering the day when Castiel defended him from them, and couldn't stop the red that spread in his cheeks. He felt like a girl, but he couldn't help it. Sam turned around in his bed and Dean jumped slightly in fear of being caught day dreaming about his crush. Even after all the things Castiel had done since their first talk, Dean still had a crush on him. He grabbed his pillow and buried his face in it, in case Sam woke up and saw Dean blushing.

Dean peeked slightly and saw Sam still sleeping peacefully. A smile glanced in his face as he glanced to the clock and saw that it was almost 11:30pm. He decided to lie down and wait for sleep to come. Still hugging his pillow and thinking of Cas, he drifted to sleep.

It was Wednesday morning, and Castiel was tired of waiting. He started walking and saw Dean pulling stuff from his locker. He marched towards him and closed the locker door for him.

"Hey!" Dean said a bit in shock by a closing door. It could have closed with his hand still inside!

Castiel rolled his eyes.

"Spare me, Dean. I need to talk to you." He started walking away, not glancing towards Dean because he knew the other would follow.

A bit confused to what Castiel could want now and what he would do, Dean followed him.

As they entered an empty room, Cas stopped and stared right into Dean's eyes. Dean stopped walking almost at the same moment Castiel did. The intensity in his blue eyes made Dean shiver.

"Who did that to your arm?" Castiel spared all greetings. He just went directly to the question that had been bothering him.

"Hello to you too Cas." Dean said not pleased with Castiel's question.

Castiel looked at him and huffed.

"I said: Who did that to your arm?" He asked again, this time a bit more impatient.

Dean didn't know what to do. He felt like running away. He wasn't the awkward school girl who couldn't talk to her crush. No, Dean was more like fearing his crush would find out he had a crush on him and make his life a living hell, and there was always the fact that he wanted to know everything that Dean couldn't tell him.

"I told you before. I can't tell you." He faced the floor because it was easier to talk to; the floor wouldn't look pissed at Dean for not telling him.

Castiel walked towards Dean and smacked him in his left arm.

"Alright. I figured you wouldn't say it. But you admitted to have that wound because someone did something to you." Castiel's gaze was murderous. Dean gulped loudly in fear of what would happen when he refused to tell Cas again.

"I really can't tell you." Dean said closing his eyes waiting for the pain.

"You know what? Screw you! If you won't tell me I will make sure to find out on my own!"

Dean opened his eyes wide, his mouth falling open to Castiel's words.

"You can't." Dean told him.

Castiel barked out a laugh.

"Just watch me!" He said as he started walking away from Dean.

Dean was in shock, but there was not shock that would make him so stiff that he wouldn't defend himself. He grabbed Cas's arm and pulled him away from the door.

Very shocked with Dean, Castiel looked back and saw the scared, but determined look in Dean's face.

"Why can't I find out?" He asked Dean, not moving from where he had been sent.

Why did I do that? Did I really pulled him?! Oh God! I'm so stupid! He's going to kill me now!

Despite his internal monologue, Dean still heard Castiel talking to him. For a few seconds he remained quiet, searching for the best way to put it. He really couldn't have Castiel finding out it had been his dad. Not because it was Cas, but because John would kill anyone that knew about it. If Castiel knew he would probably confront him, and that would be his biggest mistake. He would never walk alive after confronting John Winchester. His arm was still holding Castiel's and he didn't plan on letting go of it just yet.

"Because I can't have anyone finding this out Cas." He faced the floor as he searched for more words. "Please… Please don't try to find out. It will hurt me, it will hurt Sammy and it will hurt you. So please let it be and don't find out."

Castiel was a confused. Why was Dean making such a big deal out of it? And why was he saying it would hurt him?! He tilted his head slightly as he thought and he glanced at his arm. It was unexpected that Dean was touching him. He had never done that on his own. The only time they had touched each other was because Castiel had started it or because Dean was about to fall to the floor. But this time… This time Dean was taking control. He was the one ruling the situation, and because it was unexpected, Castiel let him. He wanted to see what Dean would do next.

"Why would I be hurt?" He asked.

"Because that what happens when someone finds out." Dean said, looking guilty. The only person besides Charlie who had found out was Ruby, a girl from Sam's class. One day she decided to confront him and John hit her. As soon as Dean could he jumped in to make John stop hit her, hitting him instead. John didn't believe any of them hadn't told her so he punished Dean for being such a spoiled brat telling everyone what he did when his boys didn't 'behave'. Dean still felt responsible for what John had done to Ruby, the girl was only trying to help, but now Dean knew that he couldn't let anyone, no matter who, find out. "And I can't have anyone being hurt because of it again. So please, Cas… I beg you. Don't go and try to find out… Please."

Without knowing why, Castiel found himself agreeing on not trying to find out.

"I promise I won't Dean." He said as he freed himself from Dean's grip. "For now…"

A/N: Thanks for reading! I wanted to thank every single one of you who reviewd the last chapter! Being sick and trying to write is hard, so thanks for the motivation! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I will try to update the next one soon! Possibly tomorrow if you're lucky!