A/N Hey, guys, it's been a while, sorry about that! I don't know when the next one will be up, I haven't even started writing it yet. O/O Anyway...
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS WHAT COULD BE CALLED 'EXCESSIVE' AMOUNTS OF SWEARING AND 'MILD' SEXUAL SITUATIONS
"Alright, class. I've cooked up a little project for you." The entirety of Mr. Cann's English class slumped in their seats. "I put you into groups," the class sat up a little straighter. "with people you don't usually talk to or work with." They all groaned and slumped again as the teacher began calling pairs. Dean would up with a tiny blonde girl named Eve West, and Cas got Tim Graham, one of his worst bullies. "Go sit with your partner and I'll explain the project." Dean and Cas reluctantly parted as the class shuffled itself around. Tim growled when Cas sat next to him, even if he was physically as far as he could be. Even so, Tim moved his chair farther away. Dean received the opposite greeting- a warm smile and a hair toss. Eve edged her chair closer, so their arms brushed at every opportunity. They had a week to finish the project. Dean invited Eve over to work on it that night. Cas, on the other hand, knew he would be doing the project alone.
That afternoon, before Eve got the the house, Cas and Dean were watching TV together.
"I'm going to drop out of school." Cas announced suddenly from where he was rested under Dean's arm. He felt the other boy stiffen.
"What? Why? We only have a few more months left and we're free!"
"If I have to stay in that place much longer I'll go insane. I'm leaving once the project is over. That way I can give a final 'Fuck you' to Tim by not doing any of the work. If he doesn't pass this class he won't get to graduate." Cas grinned at the thought.
"That's... kind of evil." Cas nodded enthusiastically.
"Call if my quiet revenge." The doorbell rang before Dean could respond. "I'll be in the bedroom." Cas told Dean as they parted ways.
"Eve, cas I ask you a question?" She and Dean had been working on seperate aspects of the project for about an hour, only occasionally speaking. Eve flashed a grin as she looked up form her work.
"Sure thing, handsome." She winked and a light blush brushed Dean's cheeks. "What's on your mind?" The boy rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, staring at the floor.
"Well, it's about Cas." He didn't see Eve's expression sour. "I was wondering why everyone hates him so much." The girl perked up.
"You mean besides the obvious freakitude?" she asked cruelly. Dean growled, meeting her eyes.
"Hey. That's my best friend."
"Oh, honey." Eve crooned, moving to sit next to Dean on the couch. She pressed her large chest into Dean's arm and pulled him close. "Because of him, you only have the one friend. Of course he's the best one you have." Dean tried to stand, but Eve held tight, maneuvering herself to where she straddled his lap. She slowly traced her finger down his chest as she spoke again, making it more than a little difficult for Dean to focus on her words. "He's a freaky nerd who never even looks at the books but passes everything. He's a snitch and a teacher's pet. He's awkward, and probably bipolar or something. Besides," she leaned very close to Dean, so their lips were mere centimeters away from each other. "he's a fucking faggot." She pressed their mouths together in a searing kiss before Dean would react. To be fair, Dean did try to fight her off- at first. But when a hot blonde wants you to kiss her, you shut up and do it.
When Cas entered the living room a few hours later, he regretted it. At first he thought it was empty. Dean music was playing quietly from the stereo. Cas froze when he rounded the couch to turn off the worn-out Metallica tape. Dean's shirt is on the floor, as is Eve's. He spotted her bra of the coffee table and squeaked. Eve glanced up at the noise, but Dean didn't. He's too busy kissing and sucking at the girl's neck. Eve offered a smirk and pulled on Dean's hair, making him groan. She winks at Cas when suddenly-
"Oh my God, you fucking pervert!" Eve started screaming at Cas. Dean popped up from where he lay over the tiny girl.
"The fuck, Cas?" he demanded, tossing a blushing Eve her clothes. Cas finally managed to close his mouth, which had been hanging open for some time. Eve began to sob once she was dressed.
"He was just staring at me, he's so creepy, and why is he even here?" Dean shot a deadly glare towards his friend and tried to comfort the crying girl. Cas's eyebrows drew together.
"Get the hell out." Dean looked at the blue-eyed boy in shock.
"What?"
"Get her the fuck out of my house, Dean Winchester, or I swear I'll throw her out myself." Eve's sobs began anew and she clutched Dean.
"Cas, what-"
"Now, dammit!" Dean and Eve both jumped as the normally soft-spoken boy began to yell. "Or I'll toss her out the damn window!" Dean, getting angry now, helped Eve to her feet and walked her to her car. When he returned about ten minutes later, Cas was furiously cutting chicken in the kitchen as he started making dinner.
"What the hell was that, Cas?" Dean demanded angrily.
"I could ask the same thing, Dean. You were going to fuck her on my goddamned couch, in my fucking living room, while I'm twenty feet away. They when she called me a pervert you may as well have fucking agreed!"
"Well for all I know-" Dean stopped himself as he watched Cas's shoulders slump.
"For all you know?"
"Fuck, Cas, I'm sorry," The author turned to face his friend. He didn't look angry. He looked devastated.
"I want you to get out."
"Cas, I'm so sorry," Dean started babbling, holding his hands out to Cas in apology.
"I don't care when you come back, I don't care what you do while you're gone. I just need you to fo, and I need you to do it now." Dean nodded helplessly and left, fetching his shirt from the living room as he did. Cas abandoned his cooking prep and sank onto one of the island stools, cell phone already in hand. Fingers shaking, he sent a text.
Even though Dean left the house, he didn't go far. He sat himself cross-legged on the hood of the Impala, staring intently at the front door. He didn't move when his phone buzzed, alerting him to an incoming message, nor did he finch when it beeped to indicate a call. He just stared at the door and wondered how, exactly, everything had gone so wrong so quickly. He couldn't really blame Eve, he decided. She wasn't used to Cas's sneaky ninja ways, and she hadn't even known Cas was there. And he couldn't blame Cas either- how was he to know what he and Eve had been up to? Which, logically, meant Dean himself was to blame. He had known Cas was home, and then he had been a total dick about it. Yes, Dean was to blame. Just as the boy reached that conclusion, a car stopped at the curb. It being dark by that point, Dean wouldn't see who it was. They didn't spare a glance towards Dean- probably didn't notice him- and knocked on the front door. The porch light flicked on and Dean scowled as Cas opened the door to admit his guest- Adam. His frown deepened as the blue-eyed boy practically threw himself into the other's arms. Adam maneuvered the shaking teen inside and closed the door, leaving Dean alone again. He wished quite suddenly that he was the one holding cas.
Adam exited the house a surprisingly short amount of time later- he had only been there for about half an hour. After closing the door, he made his way to Dean, who still sat silently on his car.
"Hi." the older man greeted as he drew near. "My name's Adam, and I take it you're Dean." The younger grunted and refused to make eye contact, even knowing how childish he was being. "Cas has calmed down a bit, and I wish I could help more, but it's really you he needs." Dean snorted.
"Why?" Adam smiled sort of sadly in the half-light still streaming from the porch.
"Just because. Please go talk to him." Dean nodded stiffly.
"Fine."
"He's a good kid, you know." Adam added after a few moments of silence. "A good person. We're both lucky to have him." Leaving Dean to bristle at the though of Adam 'having' Cas, the elder man walked to his car and drove away. Stiffly, Dean clambered off his car and entered the house.