So right now, I'm still trying to find my footing in this story again, but I think this chapter and a couple of ideas I've stored away for later will be useful for future chapters and the ultimate path that this story is taking.
"Hey Dean, since Thanksgiving is coming up, I was wondering if you'd want to join my family for a meal...I know you probably have plans with your family, but we're planning on doing something real casual mid-afternoon that you could-"
"Cass, it sounds great! We actually don't really do Thanksgiving at our house."
"Guilty," said Mary. "Dean's father and I never really were the big family gathering kind of family, since it's really just us. Bobby was coming over, but you could definitily go to Cass', if his parents okay it of course."
"Yes, of course," agreed Cass. "I'll text you," he said.
Mary pulled up to Cass' house and Cass pulled the side door open.
"See you on Friday then Dean," called Cass, exiting the car.
Dean looked up at the clock. One more period and then his day would be done. And then his Thursday would be over, and Friday was tomorrow, and Cass would be walking the same halls as him. He mulled over the memory from the car ride home, and thought over the issues at school. So far this week hadn't been very bad at all. Crowley seemed to be leaving him alone, or perhaps moving onto bigger fish, who knew with that kid. The bell rung, and Dean stood up fast, collecting his things and exiting the room with quick steps.
"Dean!" called Jo, coming up to get next to him. English, right?" she asked. "You write that response to the poem he read in class? I totally forgot and wrote it in bio on a notebook sheet, hope Mr. Devereaux doesn't chew me out too much about it. He can be such a nut sometimes, right?" She looked over to Dean who had spent that entire time glancing about his surroundings. Jo sighed. "You being a drama queen much?"
"Huh?"
"Come-on Dean. Cass' 'll be fine tomorrow! Plus I've barely seen the three stooges at all this week."
"Which is a big warning flashing sign saying you are walking into the pit of Hell."
Jo smirked. "I definitely could see Crowley being in Hell."
Dean laughed under his breath.
"There he is! The fun Dean who's my best friend."
"Sorry. English?"
"Ya, off to get yelled at."
"Hey," said Dean, grabbing her arm right before they entered into the classroom. "Have you talked at all with Benny?"
"Not really, he's walked over to me, but I don't even want to talk to him..I don't know, It just makes me sad about the whole thing all over again."
"Ya, just crossed my mind."
"Are you two going to stand outside of my classroom, or get in here, hm?" asked a man who looked like the sort of fellow you'd see in a trailer home tracking UFOs, or some weird creature...guess that's why he makes a good writer, thought Dean.
"Sorry, Mr. Devereaux!" both he and Jo echoed.
"Allright, allright, get in here," said the man, gesturing them in.
After the final bell rang, Dean hopped out of his seat.
"You want to come over and play some Xbox?" he asked Jo, who was also now standing up, and they both made their way to the front of the class.
"Can't, I have plans," she said, before turning and walking away.
"With who?" questioned Dean, following behind her.
She scoffed. "I do have other friends then you Dean Winchester," she said and then continued on her way to the exit.
Dean looked at her with a confused tilt of his head. Perhaps she's gotten back together with Ash and didn't want to tell him? Women. They were just...well..women.
Dean got distracted when his phone began to buzz, so he flipped it open and answered.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Dean?" came a gruffer voice than he was familierized with.
"Cass? Hey, you okay?" asked Dean.
"No, I'm not okay. I'm confused, and I need your help. Can you come over?"
"Ya, I mean. I'll call my mom quick and ask, but it shouldn't be a problem."
"Okay. Quick please, I think I'm going insane."
Before Dean could reply Cass had already hung up.
He had known this before, but Dean realised after his phone call with his mother that he had the best mom ever, and no other mother could compare.
"Thanks Mom!" he called out again.
"Sure thing Sweetie, just be sure to be home for dinner, so that you still have time to get your homework and chores done, okay?"
"Sounds good. See you later."
"See you later, Sweetie."
And with that he had been off, walking from the school down the path he used to get home. He only had to diverge slightly off his common path to get to the Novak household. The flowers, or remnants of plants were all preparing themselve for the colder months, and Dean couldn't help but wish he'd brought a heavier jacket. His need to stand there wasn't for too long before a familiar face appeared raised and daunting from behind the door.
"Uh, um, hi Michael," said Dean, swallowing nervously.
Michael nodded his head up the stairs.
"He's in his room. Second door on the left," he said in his very monotonal rigidness.
"Thanks Michael."
"Dean?"
"Yes Sir, I mean..Michael?"
"I'm the first door on the left," and with that he left Dean and headed into the
kitchen.
Dean walked up the stairs cautiously after that. The second door on the left was closed when he got there. He heard music blast from inside the room.
"Cass?" he called from outside the door.
"Its open," came a call from inside.
Dean began to open the door, but felt slight resistence, and noticed that clothes on the floor were blocking a smooth entrance. As he continued to push he saw Cass' room unfold - Completely covered in clothes - more clothes then Dean would have ever thought that Cass had in possession.
"Um. Cass?" asked Dean confused, as he closed the door behind himself.
Cass was lying on his bed (also covered in clothes). He looked almost pitiful. As if someone had just picked him up and placed him like a ragdoll on the bed.
"I can't figure it out."
"Figure what out?" asked Dean, coming closer to him.
"What to wear, Dean! What to wear tomorrow," said Cass, shooting up from the bed to be staring at Dean.
Dean laughed. He really, truly could not help himself, cause it was just so, well he knew it was cliche to use someone's name to define something, but it was, it was just Cass. So Dean laughed, and Cass, being a poor confused soul, who seemed to have had a terribly frustrating afternoon just stared at Dean, who was probably red in the face, and then in short little exhales, he too laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. After this continued for a bit, Dean just grabbed the shorter boys face and pulled him in for a kiss, and held them there for a second or two, cupping the dark-haired boy's rosey cheeks.
"You called me to get my fashion advice," laughed Dean when they released from their embrace.
"Ya, I guess that was a bit crazy."
"Hey now, hey now, I'm fabulous."
"Oh ya, you're a real cassanova."
"Name's Dean Winchester, I like long walks on the beach and-"
"Shut up Dean," said Cass with a laugh. "Could you be just a tad bit serious. I do really have a problem here."
"Okay. Well, it's not really your first day tomorrow, but I guess it could be like it. Hm. What about this?" asked Dean, pulling a button up and a pair of jeans from various piles.
"I can't wear those two together."
Dean stared at Cass, and then around the room.
"Don't tell me, I'm dating a drama queen aren't I?" Cass shoved him playfully. "Cass, in all seriousness. You should choose. Obviously, I'm no good at this, and even if I was, if I picked out the best thing out of here, it wouldn't matter. You should wear what you like to wear. Cause that's what makes you more comfortable."
"Ya," said Cass, "I pretty much thought you might say that."
"So why'd you call?"
"Would it be too cheesy to say I just wanted to see you before tomorrow?"
"Wow, you make it sound like you're walking to your death."
"I just, I don't want to cause more trouble. I mean, it's not going to be easy, right? Tomorrow isn't a real day, but it is a test run for the most part. I'm not a student, but I'm meant to be treated like one. I just...this is so different then visiting the private schools. This has to work. I knew walking into those that it was a lost cause. We could never afford it. But, this? This is more than school. This is about you and me, about what happens after this year."
"Cass," said Dean, grabbing hold of the other boy's hand and weaving his fingers between the other boys, "Not one word out of anyone's mouth is going to change this. I've got your back. Jo's got our back. And all the rest, well the rest can go to Hell for all I care."
Cass looked up at him and smiled.
"I'll watch your back too, Dean. You and I against the world, huh?"
"Well, more like a pimple covered pig face of boy and his goonies, but," Dean glanced over at Cass' raised eyebrow and slight smirk, "I guess that's close enough," he finished.
The door opened while they were both staring at each other and Michael stood there staring at the two close sitting boys.
He turned his gaze only onto Cass. "Dad's downstairs. Thought I'd let you know so you could see how he's doing. Apparently Aunt Hannah flew in and is with Mom tonight.
"Thank you for telling me, Michael."
Michael gave a short nod. "I'll be in my room," he said, then paused, "If you need anything."
Dean felt a wave of heat flood up to his cheeks. Seriously, he thought, Michael took the older brother thing to a real high height. But then he paused and thought about Sammy. Yep, he thought, I'd do the same thing.
"Gonna go say hi to my Dad, you coming?" asked Cass.
"Sure thing," said Dean, and they both walked through the mine-field of a bedroom to get to the hallway.
When they got down the stairs they were both met with the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of a microwave buzzing.
"Hello, Dad, how are you?"
"Castiel," said the man with a smile, as Cass went up and gave him a warm hug. "I'm doing well. Thought we'd do something tonight, since Aunt Hannah is with your mother right now. You know, so you, your brother, and I could catch up a bit. Sound like a deal?"
"Sounds great, Dad."
"So Dean, you are very welcomed to join us, if you want to."
"Oh, no, Sir, I can't. But thank you very much for opening the invitation."
"You sure?" asked Chuck, "Probably gonna end up with us watching a movie or something. Michael and Castiel never can agree on something to do."
Cass rolled his eyes, and then went to pull the fridge door open, glancing inside.
Dean explained, "I have to be home for dinner, as was my deal to my mother. School night, you know?"
"Yes, yes. Of course, Castiel well." Chuck rubbed the back of his head, "It's easy to forget when you never remind him about school. Almost forget he's in high school sometimes, " he said, wrapping his arm around Cass' shoulder and smiling at his son.
"Well, I have the shadowing thing at the school tomorrow too, so guess you could say that tonight is a school night for me," said Cass, looking up at his dad.
Chuck nodded, as if recalling them moment Cass first told him about the shadowing day. "I never had the attention for school. Always bored me. I just wanted to be typing. I had journals and journals when I was your boys age. Make up stories and poems."
"You ever publish anything?" asked Dean.
"Nothing that you would know most likely. Only sold a few hundred copies and such. But I have this idea, a little outside of my norm, but I think it might be the one that clicks." At this moment he went to get his filled mug from the coffee machine. "You just sometimes get that feeling."
"Ya, I know what you mean," said Dean, looking at Cass as he was pushing mail from the counter.
"Yes," said Chuck, turning back to Dean. He got closer to Dean until they were about a foot apart. "I guess you do."
"Um. Sir?" asked Dean, looking at Cass questioningly.
"Sorry..hm. Dean. Dean Winchester."
"Yes, Sir?" asked Dean again.
Chuck seemed to realize his close proximity to Dean and backed away and then returned to his coffee. "Sorry to scare you there for a moment, I get this tendency to get a bit in people's personal space."
"Ya, I got that from you, didn't I?" asked Cass with a smile.
"Dean, if I were, hypothetically speaking, use your name in my story, would you mind?" asked Chuck.
Dean thought for a moment. His name being immortalized in a story. "No, not at all."
"Perfect!" exclaimed Chuck, and he left from the room in a rushed hurry.
"I haven't seen him this excited in months," said Cass.
Dean shoved his hands in his pockets, and just slightly raised up onto his tip toes and the rolled back onto his heels. "Glad to help?" he offered.
"I'm glad you said yes, Though be prepared, I've read my dad's work - some of his characters are really different."
"I don't know. I'm still pretty sure truth is stranger than fiction. But," Dean glanced at the kitchen clock, "I should head home. I've got chores before dinner, and I don't want to interupt your family bonding time."
Cass smiled.
"See you tomorrow, bright and early," he said.
"Ugh," exclaimed Dean, heading to the door, "Don't remind me Cass!" he said with a smile. He stepped onto the front steps and then turned to Cass. "Can't wait for tomorrow," he said, to which Cass gave a big grin in reply.
So I hope that you enjoyed that chapter! I felt that I needed to bring the Novak family in more full into this chapter. Plus this chapter was really just a humous idea that I had. I mean, on the show Castiel almost always wears the same thing, so I thought in this story he could get real nervous about having to pick out something. He just doesn't know his way. Well neither does Dean according to my story :) I just wanted to add it cause I thought it was too funny of a situation to not put in.
LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING!
~IAmAPurpleLewie
P.s. Get ready and excited for Crowley and the gangs return, Benny, and perhaps a secret surprise character...hmm who will it be? Guess you'll have to wait and see!