Chapter Title: This May be a Problem
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the TV series Supernatural in any way
AN: Alright so I always write these notes before I publish them and they sit in my word doc because I'm a lazy shit. A few things:
- I have been so highly unmotivated to write this so thanks to RachelTheSilentKunoichi and Mili Maxwell Iseki for their reviews. They really made me feel like writing more to it.
- There are only 5 more chapters left
- Good news: We're finally getting somewhere with Destiel
- I have mixed feelings about this chapter
Oh my god I just realised how stupid I am *sobs and hides in shame* I didn't make mistakes in this story, I made them in 'The Blue Eyed Librarian and the Green Eyed Hunter' That's what I get for being an idiot and naming two stories similar-ish to each to each other. Asdfghjkl; I'm really sorry guys ;A;
Chapter Nine: This May be a Problem
The next day Dean showed up at school and was instantly rushed at by his friends. Each of them seemed to ask multiple questions at once about his dad and it all just sounded like garbled rubbish in his ears. He had a slight headache but with their questions it seemed to upgrade to a pounding headache.
'Can't they just leave me alone?' He thought. At least Jo was on his side.
"Guys back off, you're acting like his dad is super famous or something." Jo said with a laugh. Dean chuckled and tried to brush past him but they kept insisting.
"Dean Winchester please report to reception." Sounded over the PA system.
"Gotta go." Dean said managing to slip away from his friends. He jogged, trying not to wince as he did, to reception. Gabriel was standing there with a lollypop.
"Hiya Gabe." Dean greeted casually.
"Heyo Dean-o." Gabriel replied handing a lollypop to the teen. Dean unwrapped it and stuck it in his mouth. "How are you?"
"I'm good." Dean replied. It was half a lie. He felt somewhat good since Castiel spoke to him yesterday but he still felt his body screaming in agony, begging for a rest. Gabriel beckoned him to follow as he walked towards his office. "Why?" He asked as he limped after Gabriel.
"I was just concerned is all. Your father was a bit rude towards you yesterday." Gabriel said as they walked. Dean felt his heart start racing immediately. His eyes widened slightly but he quickly schooled his features.
'Did Castiel say anything to him? I hope to God he didn't.' He thought panicked.
"Nah, it's all good." Dean said trying for smooth but his voice wavered. Gabriel looked at him and frowned.
"You're a good kid Dean. You just need to pay a bit more attention to your studies." He said. Gabriel continued talking but Dean was hardly focusing anymore. The pounding in his head was getting worse by the second and it felt like he was walking on jelly legs.
'Fuck, I was fine earlier.' He thought looking at the ground in an attempt to keep himself steady.
"Dean are you okay?" Jo asked from beside him. He snapped his head up and realised he was now sitting in class. Castiel was up the front handing out some sort of work sheet or something and Jo had a strong grip on his arm.
"What? Yeah I'm fine." He replied but his speech was slightly slurred.
"Dean Winchester." Castiel called from up the front interrupting Jo. "Once you've looked at your results I will need to collect them back again." His brain seemed to process his name and 'collect' but everything else was just blurred. He staggered out of his seat and winced when the chair leg hit is bad leg.
"Been drinking too much Winchester?!" One of his friends teased as he limped towards the front of the room swaying from side to side.
'What the actual fuck?' He thought before his face suddenly met the tiled floors.
"Dean!" Jo called but instantly everyone was out of their seats crowding around him.
"Dean? Man talk to me."
"Are you drunk?"
'So many voices.' Dean thought slightly aware he had closed his eyes and was lying on the floor at school. He wanted to sleep, but everyone kept pestering him. Years of waking up to the slightest of sounds kept him from that as well.
"Give him some room back off!" Jo was yelling. Her voice usually rang clear as day but today it was lost in a crowd.
'God…I was feeling fine. Why is everything so shit now?' He thought before he managed to drift into unconscious bliss.
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Dean awoke later in sick bay with a start. He sat up fast but it only made him dizzy and almost fall off the side of the bed if not for a strong pair of hands which grabbed his shoulders.
"Whoa…" Castiel breathed sitting him upright. He shuddered slightly when the realisation hit it. Castiel was there, talking to him, touching him. The brief contact alone was enough to make his heart race.
'Fuck I have it bad…wait where am I?' He thought.
"Mister Novak?" Dean asked confused as he looked around. His head was still throbbing but less than before. "What happened?"
"You fainted." Jo provided from a seat at the side of his bed. He almost jumped since he hadn't seen her sitting there. But why was she still there?
"She wasn't going to leave until you woke up." Castiel provided.
"Nor were you." She huffed and walked over to Dean pulling him into a hug. "Did John do this?" She whispered in his ear. He gave a tiny nod and she hugged him tighter.
"I've been trying to phone your father to…try and get permission to take you home." Castiel said through clenched teeth. Dean let himself play with the thought that he was jealous Jo was hugging him. But he knew the way in which he replied was probably because he knew about John.
"Call Bobby." He supplied.
"The mechanic?" Castiel asked.
"He's like an uncle to us." Jo said. "He should be both our emergency contacts."
"Ah." Castiel breathed. He pulled out his mobile and handed it to Jo to type in the number. After that he hit call and turned his back on the two when someone picked up. "Good Morning, it's Castiel Novak from Lawrence High…." Castiel's voice disappeared as he stepped out into the hallway. Jo smirked at Dean which made him frown.
"What?" He asked.
"Mister Novak's stronger than he looks." She commented.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked. She fished out her phone and fiddled with it for a bit before showing him a photograph. His face went bright red. Castiel was carrying him bridal style, well more he had just picked him up. Jo had gotten a perfect snapshot from the side. Castiel's head was turned towards some students a little to the left of her giving a perfect view of his angry face. He must have been saying something to get them to move. Jo switched the photo to show a second one with Castiel walking as he carried Dean out of the room. Jo locked her mobile and slipped it back into her pocket before grinning wider.
"You've got a crush on Mister Novak." She said.
"W-what?" Dean spluttered. "No that's ridiculous!"
'How did she know?' He thought. He didn't think he was being obvious about it.
"Really?" Jo asked with her 'You're such a liar' face. "At lunch time you talk about him a lot, you always look at him in class with a dazed face and I've caught you staring at his ass on more than one occasion."
"T-That doesn't mean I have a crush on him." Dean huffed blushing. Jo sighed.
"Well anyway, when you get out of denial tell me." She said. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I guess?" Dean said with a lazy shrug. "What happened?"
"You fainted." Jo answered. "You were walking to the front of the class and you just dropped."
"Oh…" Dean breathed.
"How bad did John…you know…" Jo trailed off. She wore a look of frustration, it always happened when anyone brought up Dean's father and knew of what he did. Jo was one of the only other people in the school who knew what John did to Sam and Dean.
"Not too bad." He lied. Jo scrunched her face up annoyed but Castiel came back into the room.
"Mister Singer said it would be fine for me to take you home." Castiel told him. "He also wants you to call him."
"Alright." Dean said moving to get out of the bed.
"Stop." Castiel said as Jo placed and arm on him to keep him still. "I will assist you, Joanna could you please retrieve Dean's bag."
"Jo doesn't know my locker combo." Dean supplied.
"You brought your bag into class dumbo." Jo said teasingly and left to grab his bag. Dean pushed the covers of the dingy sick bay bed off his body and moved to stand once more. Castiel walked to the side of his bed and gently helped him to his feet.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
"I feel fine." Dean replied tersely.
"Tell me the truth Dean." Castiel all but growled. "Please." Dean licked his lips and avoided Castiel's gaze.
"I'm exhausted…and sore." He mumbled.
"Have you taken care of your wounds?" Castiel asked.
"Sam helped me." Dean answered. "I don't want him to see them but he wants to help me."
"Would you allow me to help you?" Dean snapped his head up at the question, his eyes wide.
"What?" He spluttered. "Help me? Wait…as an obligation since you're my teacher?"
"Dean, I like to think that we're friends." Castiel started. "And as your friend I would like to help you." Dean felt himself swell with happiness at the news but also felt a slight pinch of pain at the word 'friend'.
"I…" He trailed off. "I…I guess so."
"Thank you." Castiel breathed sounding extremely relieved. Jo walked back in and handed Castiel Dean's bag.
"I'll visit you later okay, I'll even bring pie." She said.
"You better bring pie." Dean warned. They laughed and soon Castiel was helping Dean into his car.
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Castiel sat down in the driver's seat of the Impala after having helped Dean into the passenger's side.
"Dean." He said.
"Yeah?" Dean hummed.
"I lied." Castiel admitted. "Your father is home…I did call Robert Singer and he said he wouldn't be back until later tonight, some sort of errand."
"O-oh…" Dean mumbled. "Well…I could just stay in sick bay, I do have a key for Bobby's place but –"
"Would you be uncomfortable if I took you to my place?" Castiel asked. Dean gaped at him. "I-I just feel….I worry for you and I want to take care of you- shit that sounds weird. I-"
"I wouldn't be uncomfortable." Dean interrupted almost excitedly. The thought of seeing where Castiel lived gave him the same feeling towards amusement parks when he was a kid. Embarrassed at the manner he said it in Dean's eyes fell to his lap. "That's...it's fine with me." He mumbled shyly.
"Are you sure?" Castiel asked.
"Yes." Dean answered. "Just as long as someone picks up Sammy afterschool."
"Of course." Castiel chuckled and started the Impala. He pulled out of the school car park and started heading towards his apartment. Dean suddenly started laughing. "What is it?"
"You swore." Dean cackled. "I didn't think you swore."
"A slip of the tongue." Castiel replied. "I swear occasionally." Dean just laughed. "With a brother like Gabriel it just comes out."
"I guess it would have to huh?" Dean laughed. Castiel chuckled with a slight nod. "Gabe's pretty cool though."
"Gabriel is the biggest trickster in our family, our brother Lucifer taught him everything he knew but Gabriel added his own flair to it and made it all just…" Castiel sighed and shook his head.
"It would have been a fun childhood." Dean mused grinning.
"More or less." Castiel replied with a shrug. He pulled into the car park to his apartment and helped Dean out of the car.
"I can walk you know?" Dean mumbled. His cheeks were flushed red as Castiel kept an arm around the boy's shoulders.
"You fainted walking to the front of the room." Castiel responded. "I think I'd rather keep a hold of you just in case." Dean only blushed darker. Castiel locked up the Impala and unconsciously moved his arm to wrap around Dean's waist as they walked to his apartment. They walked to the door and into his apartment in silence. Castiel's apartment was very neat, the only mess there seemed to be was a stack of papers and books on the coffee table and the floor. Dean was ushered to sit on the couch as Castiel closed the front door. Dean looked around the lounge absentmindedly.
"Can I see?" Castiel asked causing Dean to look at him confused.
"See what?" he asked.
"Your…torso." Castiel mumbled. "I…Can I make sure it's okay?"
"I-I…" Dean stammered.
"If you don't want to that's perfectly fine with me." Castiel said quickly. "If you want to take a shower or lay down I can show you where the bedroom and bathroom are…that sounds a bit weird. Do you need some painkillers?"
"C-Cas…I…" Dean bit his bottom lip. "Can I take a shower?"
"Sure, follow me. I'll get you a spare towel." Castiel answered. He took Dean's hand and Dean squeezed it gently as they moved out of the lounge room. Castiel handed Dean a spare towel and told him where the bandages were in case he needed them. After he heard the shower start he went to the lounge and sat down on the couch with his head in his hands.
'Fuck.' He thought. 'That was stupid, what did you expect? Dean is a teenager.' He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms with a groan. How this teenager was having this effect on him he had no idea. 'You need to get yourself together Castiel. If not you're only just going to scare Dean away.' He picked up one of his books from the floor and opened it up.
'I need to clear my head.' He thought and started reading.
What felt like hours, but was in fact a few minutes, passed and Dean came back into the room.
"Hey…Cas?" He asked. Castiel turned his head towards the student but kept his eyes on the sentence he was reading.
"Yes Dean?" He asked the teen.
"Can you help me?" Castiel frowned at the question and tore his eyes away from his book. Dean was standing barefoot in the lounge with only a pair of jeans on and the towel he had given him to use draped over his shoulders. The teen looked mildly uncomfortable and nervous.
"Dean…" He breathed. "If you're uncomfortable with this you don't have to do this."
"I want….I want you to help me." Dean mumbled. "Please Cas…" Castiel beckoned him over with his finger.
"What do you need me to do?" Castiel asked.
"Change my dressings." Dean answered as he sat down on the couch. Castiel looked at his back to see the bandages covering Dean's back which he guessed Sam had done last night.
"Alright, wait here." Castiel said going off to get a first aid kit. Dean nodded and took a deep breath as Castiel went into the other room.
'Okay, you can do this Winchester.' He thought. 'It'll be no different to Sam helping you change the bandages.' He nodded to himself as some sort of reassurance. 'Except this time your smoking hot teacher will have his hands on your bare skin.' His face went red at the thought. 'Oh God…this is a bad idea.' Castiel came back and Dean played with one of the holes in his jeans as Castiel fiddled with the first aid kit. He sucked in a breath when he felt Castiel's fingers touch one of the bandages on his back. He turned around to face the couch and tucked his knees up to his chest giving Castiel more access to his back. He closed his eyes and soon realised how bad of an idea that was. His back was sensitive from the beatings sure, but Castiel's hands treading gently across his back made him feel like he was going to turn into a quivering mess. He kept silent and tensed slightly which probably made Castiel think he was hurting him judging by the way he would ask how Dean was every few minutes.
"Are you sure this is okay?" He asked as he smoothed out one of the last bandages.
"Yeah." Dean replied somewhat breathlessly. He had been holding his breath for few minutes now but now that it was almost over.
"Did I hurt you?" Castiel asked pulling his hands away from the teen's back.
"No!" Dean exclaimed before he could control his tone. The loss of Castiel's gentle hands came too soon. Castiel's hand hovered over the middle of his back. "T…touch me."
"What?" Castiel asked.
"I like…the feel of your hands." Dean mumbled pressing his forehead to his knees as he blushed. Castiel made him feel so ridiculously embarrassed. Castiel pressed his palm gently to the back of Dean's shoulder where the skin wasn't littered with fresh wounds. As if mapping the shape of his back Castiel started to trace gently over every inch of skin on his back.
"This doesn't make you uncomfortable considering our age difference and status?" Castiel asked. Dean shook his head.
"You…you make me feel really comfortable actually." Dean mumbled. "You care so much and…I've never had someone care so much…"
"Your brother cares for you and I am sure that Robert Singer does as well. You once told me he was like your surrogate father." Castiel commented.
"I mean…" Dean trailed off. "You're practically a stranger, I've lived here basically all my life and…I don't know how to word this."
"Take your time." Castiel replied tracing the side of Dean's ribs with a finger.
"I…I trust you so much and I get so comfortable around you that I just don't know how to explain it." Dean breathed. "I trust you and I feel like I shouldn't."
"You probably shouldn't trust me." Castiel whispered.
"Why?" Dean whispered back.
"Because…I want to do things with you that I shouldn't." Castiel mumbled. "You're my student, I like being your friend as well and I don't want to ruin anything but…"
"But…?" Dean asked. Castiel didn't answer straight away. Dean's heart was pounding in his chest and the prolonging of whatever Castiel seemed to want to confess made him think his heart was going to burst out of his chest.
"Don't worry." Castiel said and moved his hand away. "It was just…it was nothing." Dean's heart dropped to his stomach at that.
"Oh…" he mumbled. Castiel's words played through his mind again and he got a sudden idea. "Hey um… Cas?"
"Yes Dean?" Castiel replied with a heavy tone.
"I think one of the bandages needs to be smoothed out again." Dean lied. Castiel didn't pick up on it and leaned forward to inspect the bandages while Dean lifted his head from his knees.
"Which one?" He asked. Dean felt his breath tickle his back and almost shuddered at the sensation.
"On my upper back, near my shoulder." He answered. Castiel lifted his head a little and Dean looked over his shoulder to see Castiel's blue eyes squinting at his back.
"I don't think it is." Castiel said lifting his head. Dean quickly grabbed Castiel's tie and pulled him closer turning his head around. Castiel was too surprised to gauge what had happened until it was happening and all he could do was blink in surprise. Dean closed his eyes keeping his lips pressed against Castiel's and holding on to Castiel's tie for dear life. Castiel wasn't responding and just sat there with his lips unmoving. Dean quickly pulled back.
"S-sorry I…" He stammered to his wide eyed teacher. "I-I was…t-that was stupid b-but I…"
'Oh God that was stupid.' He thought. It was horrifyingly embarrassing when his eyes started to fill with tears. He scrambled to get up off the couch but his legs weren't cooperating. He stumbled and fell but Castiel caught him and he made a move to tear himself from the teacher but Castiel held onto him.
"S-sorry…" he mumbled lamely.
"Dean, look at me." Castiel requested. Dean lifted his head and turned around to face Castiel. "This could be a problem."
"I-I can stop hanging out with you if you want." Dean mumbled wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
"No I mean…" Castiel sat down on the couch and pulled Dean onto his lap. "This could be a problem." Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and pulled him flush against his body. "Why did you have to do that Dean?" Dean was going ask what he did but Castiel's lips covered his own before he could even try. Dean hummed in joy and wrapped his arms around Castiel's neck. Castiel hugged him closer and pulled his face away too fast. Dean made an indigent sound but soon Castiel was repeatedly kissing his lips between words.
"Why-" kiss "Did-" kiss "You-" kiss "Do that?" Then an even longer kiss. "Dean."
"B-because I-I-" Dean stammered and Castiel kissed him again.
"I like you so much more than I should." Castiel confessed. "I don't want you to get into trouble."
"I-I feel the same…" Dean said. "B-but I don't want to stop." His face was flushed red he was biting his bottom lip and he was holding onto Castiel so tightly. His head was spinning, he was literally dizzy with happiness.
"You're so fucking adorable." Castiel groaned burying his face into the teen's neck. "So cute." He murmured.
"I am not!" Dean objected.
"You are." Castiel said pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. "So cute." He kissed the underside of his jaw and stroked his cheek. "So beautiful." He kissed him on the lips again. That was becoming addicting, kissing the teen after so many times before where he would just stare at his pink plump lips and wonder what they tasted like. They moved their lips sloppy and almost desperately against each other. But they were still able to carve the shapes of each other's lips into their memories.
"Cas." Dean breathed when they parted again to breath. "Cas, Cas, Cas…" Castiel kissed his neck and down to his collarbone while his hands tightened around his waist. The teen yelped and grabbed the older man's shoulders hard. Castiel quickly softened his grip remembering the injuries.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." He apologised.
"I know." Dean breathed. "I wish it didn't hurt so much."
"Do you want to take a nap? I can get you some of my tracksuits." Castiel offered.
"Yeah, that will be awesome." Dean mumbled rubbing his eyes. "I'm kinda tired."
"Well then." Castiel said and lifted him up causing the teen to let out a squeal, yes a squeal, in surprise. "Better let you rest then." He carried Dean to his bedroom and set him down on his large double bed.
"You're strong for a scrawny nerd." Dean jabbed as Castiel went to his wardrobe to get some clothes for the other male.
"You're cute for a macho playboy." Castiel teased back.
"I hardly ever…" Dean trailed off. Castiel raised his eyebrows and Dean just found himself blushing again.
"Arms up." Castiel instructed. Dean did as asked and Castiel put the shirt on him making sure to be careful around his back and bruises. "I'll leave the pants here for you." He placed the pants on the side of the bed and walked out of the room. He closed the door and he was unable to stop the grin that spread to his face. The euphoria from kissing Dean hadn't died down yet and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide his happiness. He didn't want to scare Dean off so soon nor did he want to seem too excited about it. They could both get into a lot of trouble.
"Cas." Dean called from the other side of the door. Castiel opened the door and Dean was getting snuggly in his bed. His jeans lay in a crumpled mess on the floor and the tracksuit pants he had out for him were nowhere in sight. Castiel picked up and folded the jeans before resting them on the bedside table.
"You comfortable?" He asked. Dean nodded. "You need anything?" Dean mumbled something. "What?" The teen only mumbled again. Castiel moved in a little closer to listen. "What?" Dean quickly pecked him on the lips and grinned. "Cheeky." Dean laughed. "Are you okay with this?"
"With what?" Dean asked.
"Kissing me…possibly being with me. I'm older than you Dean and I'm your teacher." Castiel answered. "I'm eager to jump right in if you are…even though it's wrong."
"Because we're both male?" Dean scoffed.
"Because we're teacher and student. I'm homosexual remember?" Castiel replied. Dean flushed obviously embarrassed.
"Sorry." He mumbled. "But…I know we'll….we'll have to keep it a secret but I'm eager to jump in too."
"We'll just keep it to kissing and hugs for now though. Go slow, wait until you get out of school." Castiel told him pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Now get some sleep."
"Shame, I really wanted to suck your dick." Dean said. Castiel spluttered in shock and Dean howled with laughter.
"Shush up and go to bed." Castiel said blushing.