Dean closed his eyes as Castiel's words vibrated in his mind over and over, the sound of the voice made his blood boil hotter than he could ever remember. Castiel watched his eyes taking in the mental struggle going on in Dean's head. "I want you Dean." Using all his body weight Castiel pushed Dean on to his back once again straddling his hips. "And something tells me that you want me." He grinned running his hand down Dean's chest, stomach and finally stopping on his belt. "Cas no." Dean grabbed Cas roughly once again changing their position. "You're right, I do want you but not like this."
The look of rejection in Cas' eyes still haunted Dean as he walked through the school halls, it was the deep into the week back and the gossip about Cas' family and past had finally died down since something juicier had turned up. Stories Dean only heard snippets about filled the halls, small crowds gathered together. He was not one to listen in but hell even he couldn't resist, apparently Lisa had gotten into trouble during the New Years Eve celebrations and had had to spend an entire night in a jail cell to sober up. Now Miss Popularity had not gone quietly and it seemed the people present at the time were avoiding her like the plague. Dean couldn't help but think she deserved it; after all she could dish out the crap but couldn't take it. He smirked a little at the thought while pushing it aside when he saw Chuck for the first time since school started up. "Hey man good Christmas?" Chuck half-heartedly laughed. "It could've been better, yours?" Dean bit his lip while nodding. "Better than most, hey have you seen Cas?" he knew Cas and Chuck were friends but he spotted the worry on Chuck's face. "Yeah, I've seen him Dean I'm worried. I heard Castiel got hurt but… the person I saw him with makes me nervous."
As the day progressed Dean spent nearly every lesson barely listening to what his teachers were saying, occasionally he would listen and take note of something if they caught him out. But after what Chuck had said about the person he had saw Cas with, hell he was worried. He felt his phone buzz silently in his pocket as soon as he had finished reading the message, his hand shot up getting his teacher's attention. "Yes Mr. Winchester, what is it?" he could think of so many lies he could tell but from what the message had said, he would a hell of a lot of time. "I'm not feeling good, can I go to the Nurse?"
Dean had ran through the empty corridor he pushed open the door to find Chuck and Cas. "Chuck what the hell happened?" Chuck was sitting next to Cas whose face was pale and sweaty. "I don't know! I just came in here and found him… I didn't know what to do!" Dean clapped Chuck on the shoulder. "Don't start panicking."
With Chuck's help Dean checked Cas over as he leaned in the strong smell of alcohol hit him, he lightly tapped Castiel's face to wake him up. "Cas! Have you taken anything?" Castiel moaned in protest as he fell on his side, his eyes closed, he pulled Cas back into an upright position shaking him slightly. "You can sleep in a minute, but I need to know have you taken anything else?" half unfocused Cas shook his head. "No…sleep."
"Should I get the Nurse?" Dean looked from Cas to Chuck. "Hell no, he'll probably be kicked out of school for this." Dean stood pacing around scrubbing a hand over his face. "Son of a bitch. We need to get him out of school without anyone seeing." He took out his car keys and passed them to Chuck. "Go find my car and bring it round to the back of the Gym." As soon as Chuck left, Dean hauled Cas up who protested at the movement checking the corridor twice as they stumbled out.
Dean had done some stupid things in his time but sneaking out a drunken student was definitely on the top of his list, how the hell would he be able to explain this if a teacher caught him? God knows what he would've done if Chuck was caught out of class as well.
He sat beside Cas whose head was leaning on his shoulder as Chuck arrived with his car, he silently thanked whoever had put the thought of driving to school rather than walking, because explaining dragging a comatose student down roads would be awkward if anyone asked. "What do I do if people start asking where you've gone?" Chuck glanced nervously at Cas who was sleeping his head against the car window. "Has Cas been to any of his lessons?" Chuck shook his head. "So teachers don't know if he's even here, okay if anyone asks say I've gone home sick don't worry dude I'll take the brunt once they've found out about me ditching. Go and don't tell anyone about this and if you see Sammy tell him I'll pick him up after school."
It probably took Castiel only minutes to realise he was not at school, home or even in his own bed. He had spent a lot of time in his bed, he knew the feeling on the mattress and covers and the scents that stuck the fabric. Yet this bed was different in feeling and smells. He wanted to open his eyes but instead he rolled over groaning, as nausea took over as well as someone hard and warm, without opening his eyes he took in the scent. "Dean?" he felt someone he hoped was Dean pulling him up and closer to his body, Castiel's cold fingers curled around the t-shirt searching for comfort. "Yeah I'm here Cas." Castiel burrowed his head into Dean's shoulder swallowing back the acid his body was trying to dispel. "How did I get here?" his throat sore and dry he heard a click of something against glass and whatever it was, was placed against his mouth. "It's ice, it'll help."
He passed in and out of consciousness and without even needing to speak, Dean was there placing the refreshing coldness of ice against his lips. "Feeling better?" he had yet to open his eyes scared of what he might see so to keep the moment he groaned and looked for comfort. "C'mon Cas you're gonna have to look at me sooner or later." Eventually he opened his eyes, darting around taking in his current location. "How did I get here?" he vaguely remembered asking the question before passing out. "Chuck found you in the boys toilets. Cas what happened?" Dean did not look angry or disappointed just… sad. The look made his eyes heat up with tears; he covered his eyes and face with his arms. "You rejected me." The truth hurt, his voice cracked with the pressure. "What?" he felt Dean trying to pull his arms away. Cas turned suddenly hiding his face into the pillow he could not face him at all. "Cas if we're going to talk about this, I want to see your face." It took a moment as Cas sat up slowly trying to avoid his head and stomach from spinning sickeningly. "Am I not what you want Dean?" tears slid hot and heavy down Castiel's face falling on his hands. He looked into Dean's eyes for answers anything… comfort, understand but he saw nothing. "Cas I didn't reject you because I didn't want you." Dean took Cas' face in his hands. "I do not understand." His brain fuzzy he tried to understand, Dean lifted his face as he stared into the green orbs. "I don't want drunk Cas or baked Cas. I want you, you whose socially awkward, shy and deeply thoughtful. And if that means having the added baggage and Gabriel included than fair enough because I want the whole package. Baggage and all."
He sat stunned as Dean leaned in gently pressing a kiss on his lips, he was aware of the taste in his mouth but thankfully Dean did not seem to care, it was almost like Dean was reacquainting himself with Castiel's mouth as his tongue slid across the crease before dipping in. He allowed Dean to lower him on to the bed relishing the weight of his body trying to memorise the feeling as a hand slid up his thigh and under his shirt searching for flesh to touch. He stiffened immediately as panic set in. "No!"
A/N: I wrote this as a review for a fanficton and it's definitely applies here... Argh! Cliff Hangers my mortal enemy!
Although atleast I have something to work from for the next chapter... Maybe it's about time for Dean to see the extent of what Cas' Dad did to him? And yes that is basically a spoiler but it'll keep you on your toes right?
Will update usual time or maybe earlier who knows... :)