I am sooo sorry I haven't updated lately, it has been an absolutely crazy week. Thank you all so much for sticking with me as usual and thank you for the reviews, favorites and follows :D
Also, happy early Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians! I'm not sure about you, but I am stoked on turkey, ham and pie. Yay!
Also since it's been a bit I'm having some writers block so I apologize if this chapter is mediocre in anyway.
Chapter 4:
It's been 2 weeks. 2 agonizing, empty, slightly lonely weeks since Dean had received the note stating that whatever this was, was over. He had tried to ignore his disappointment but still caught himself looking for clues to find out who his admirer was. It drove him crazy, but he couldn't find it in himself to write any further posts on Tumblr pleading for his suitor to come forward, or at the very least send him another note. Anything to let him know that they were still there and interested in him. Dean couldn't quite understand why his anon was so afraid to reveal their identity. Surely it couldn't have been that bad, at least not bad enough to cease communication all together. But still, after those 2 weeks Dean had deleted all anon related posts on his Tumblr and acted as if none of the situation bothered him. He was, after all, the all mighty, macho, womanizing Dean Winchester, and though he showed weakness and longing before, he didn't want to anymore. If his anon was adamant about never communicating again, well then Dean refused to show it bothered him. It didn't stop him from holding a sliver of hope that a crisp sheet of stationary would flutter to the floor as he opened his locker, complete with neat, perfect script, though. He hoped one day he would simply stop hoping, and move on from this delusion of his that him and his anon would meet and ride off into the sunset together.
It was 4th period and Dean had a free period which he opted to spend outside. The weather had started to grow colder but it was still pleasant enough to enjoy. Dean exited the school, walking across the grassy section in the front of the school, feeling content as the golden leaves crunched beneath his boots, finally stopping when he reached his destination, which was a large oak tree that provided him a quiet and peaceful place to sit back and relax. He sat down, leaning his back against the rough bark of the tree, shifting his body until he was comfortable. He dug into the pocket of his worn brown leather jacket, a gift from his father, fishing his phone out, plugging his headphones in the device and shoving the small buds into his ear. He browsed his music library and settled on Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven. He closed his eyes and let the mellow, pleasing intro relax him. He tapped his fingers on his knee to the music when he felt a warm body settle beside him. He opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to the side to see Lisa seated beside him. He pulled the headphones out of his ears and offered her a small smile. They haven't talked much since he wrote that he had no real feelings for her on his Tumblr page. It earned him a slap in the face and a long lecture but he didn't mind, he had his anon at the time and that's all that mattered to him.
"Hey, Lis. What are you doing here? Don't you have class?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah, but I skipped. Wanted to talk to you." she replied.
"Talk to me about what?"
"Well, I wanted to know if you were going to Gordon's party on Friday."
"Uh, I'm not sure. It depends on what Sam is doing that night. If he doesn't spend the night at Gabe Novak's house then I promised I would take him to see a movie. But if he ends up going, then I'll most likely show up, why?"
Lisa bit her bottom lip, fluttering her eyelashes at Dean, who in return furrowed his brow.
"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to go with me. It's been a while, you know. I miss you." she pouted, reaching forward and running her hand down Dean's chest seductively. Dean let out a small snort.
"Yeah, uh, thanks for the offer Lisa but no thanks. I just want to fly solo for a little bit, you know?"
Lisa frowned, slipping her hand lower down Dean's body, letting it fall down to his crotch, giving it a slight squeeze, causing Dean to flinch.
"You sure, Deany? I can't do anything to convince you otherwise?"
Dean grabbed her hand and removed it from his crotch, scooting over to put some distance between them. He wondered briefly what the hell was wrong with him. Lisa was a babe, and if she had done that just last month, Dean would have been all over her, but now he found her advances uncomfortable, and her attempt to arouse him was fruitless, he had felt no excitement at her touch.
"I said no, Lisa. I'm sorry, I just don't want you like that anymore. I just want to be friends."
"Wow, Dean. You weren't saying that a couple of weeks ago when you had me bent over my dining room table. This is about those stupid fucking notes, isn't it?" Lisa fumed.
Dean sighed, he should have known Lisa wouldn't have let him off that easy.
"Things change, Lisa. I'm sorry but you have to find a new fuck buddy. Those notes also weren't stupid. But no, it's not because of the notes. It's because I'm just not fucking interested. Now please, leave me alone. Whatever we had before, it was purely physical and you knew that, you were the one who suggested it and it's over, now drop it." Dean said with impatience.
He felt a sharp pain as Lisa's hand connected with his cheek. He winced and rubbed at his cheek, before standing up, brushing himself off and storming back into the school. He just wasn't in the mood for Lisa's shit, and he certainly didn't deserve a slap for rejecting her advances. He heard her yell after him but he ignored her, he was simply done with her bullshit.
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"Cas, what's gotten into you?" Jo asked as they sipped their coffee at their favorite coffee shop. They were seated in their favorite booth, just the two of them. Jo said she wanted to talk, and so they agreed to meet there.
"What do you mean?" Cas asked with disinterest, tracing the rim of his too hot coffee cup.
"You've been acting weird for two weeks, moping around like someone killed your puppy." Jo replied.
Cas just shrugged his shoulders. He didn't want to talk about it. He had been discouraged and was wallowing in his own self pity after Dean has expressed his disgust over the idea of a male being into him. He tried to hide it, to avoid any suspicion but evidently he was doing an immensely poor job of it.
"Don't know what you're talking about." he mumbled.
A frustrated Jo grabbed his coffee cup, pulling it away from him so he could no longer use it as a distraction.
"What the hell, Jo?" Cas huffed.
"Castiel James Novak I can read you like a book. Now you can tell me what the hell has crawled up that perky ass of yours of I could take every opportunity to harass you and force the truth out of you!" Jo growled, anger gracing her features. Cas sighed in defeat. He knew Jo was relentless and would stop at nothing to gather the truth from him.
"Joanna Beth, if I tell you what I am about to tell you, you cannot utter a word to another soul or I swear to God I will never speak to you again." Cas said, his voice stern and full of seriousness.
Jo pushed his coffee back in front of him, crossing her finger over her chest.
"I promise, Cas. Now please tell me what's up."
Cas let out a shaky breath, nerves bubbling to the surface.
"You know how Dean Winchester was receiving those anonymous note in his locker?"
"Yeah, of course. Everybody knows about that."
"I'mtheonewhowrotethem" Cas said so fast that it sounded like one long word. Jo gasped, covering her hand over her mouth, staring in shock.
"You? You're Dean's admirer? Since when?" she asked in confusion.
Cas sighed, returning to his previous action of tracing the lid of his coffee.
"I've liked him for a few years, I didn't mean for the notes to have the effect that they did. I simply wanted to state my feelings, to get them off my chest and leave it at that. But he had taken an interest in them, and I thought for a fraction of a second that maybe I could reveal myself to him, that he might, I don't know, like me. But then he had barreled into me in the hallway a couple of weeks back, and he looked at me with such disgust and-" he was cut off my another gasp from Jo.
"Oh my God, that's why you wanted Gabe to ask what Dean would do if he found out a dude had a crush on him!" she exclaimed. Cas quickly reached over the table and covered her mouth with his hand to silence her.
"Shh, keep it down, Jo! And yes, that is why I requested Gabriel's assistance. I had got my answer and I opted to cease the notes with the knowledge that Dean Winchester is straight as a board."
He dropped his hand and Jo gave him a look of sympathy that made him inwardly cringe.
"I'm sorry, Cas. It's his loss, you know? You're great and you'll find someone one day."
Cas just nodded, not letting her words of encouragement make him feel any better. He didn't want "someone one day", he wanted Dean Winchester today. He did however feel a fraction better letting Jo in on his secret, he considered it a small victory. Little did he know, though, that Jo wasn't the only one let in on this secret. As fate would have it, Lisa just so happened to be in the booth in front of theirs, and she heard every word that Castiel spoke.
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A/N:
Shortish chapter but I'm tired haha. I'll most likely write another one tomorrow, since it's the long weekend here in Canadaland, and I wanted this chapter to be longer but got too tired to continue. Don't worry, Lisa isn't going to tell Dean, but her knowledge of the newly discovered information will definitely stir the pot a bit, and there will be angst and all that beautiful stuff.
So, hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!