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Castiel always kept to himself at school, trying not to get noticed by sitting alone in the library or on the benches on the oval at breaks. Admittedly, on the days he sat on/ under the benches on the oval he had seen Dean hanging out with the schools athletes or popular kids. Sometimes he would catch small glimpses of Dean looking at him, making his stomach roll over on itself, sometimes even blushing when he would catch Dean’s eye and watch a small smile tug on the edges of Dean’s lips. Each day after catching Dean’s little glimpses Cas couldn’t be brought out of this mood where he felt like he was on top of everything including school work.
To have Dean seeking his attention was worse, not only did he feel his stomach doing flips but he felt like he was going to be sick. He could feel the deep blush crawling up his neck and cheeks, he was feeling as though his knees were going to give out, making him fall to the ground harshly probably helping him to throw up, so he look even worse… but his knees held on for dear life, keeping him standing but not able to move…not that he would if he could.
He caught Dean’s eye feeling his heart beat quickened as the other boy’s breathing returned to normal. His eyes were the same candy apple green, where it’s not just one shade but multiple shades in sync, working well with the dark colour of his thick eyelashes that fell just enough to make him look through them as he searched Castiel’s face. ‘Odd… his eyes, they looked like that guy’s eyes…the one from the hospital’. Now that he thought about it, the freckles, the eyes, the way he stood… all these things matched up to everything Cas noticed about the boy from the hospital.
Once he looked into Deans eyes that was it, he was mesmerised, couldn’t get himself to look anywhere else. His legs felt like jelly under Dean’s gaze, his feet stuck to the concrete under H block (and trust me, no one would ever want to be stuck under there…. You don’t want to know what goes down there during “bathroom trips” during class). Castiel shifted on his feet just to make sure they weren’t getting glued to the fresh gum tossed by uncultured students, moving his gaze to his bag strap, trying to look anywhere but back into Deans hypnotising eyes.
Just as the strap Castiel had been looking at seemed to become more interesting, Dean cleared his throat and stepped forward, lowering his own gaze the concrete. The strap was meaningless to Castiel once again. Just a few steps more as Dean was standing so close all he had to do was reach out to touch the other, and this was breathtaking. Castiel finally had the opportunity to appreciate all the freckles on his face, the fact he was so close he could feel his body heat. All this new information filing itself into Castiel’s head, making everything lag. The feeling of his knees giving out barely made it in time for him to prepare for the unsmooth landing, but no, false alarm, it was just one knee so it looked more like a can of creamed corn had been punched so it kind of looked like the leaning tower of paisa, but just for a second. ‘Well that’s better than falling to the ground right?’.
Castiel recovered and stood taller than before, to show he was alright of course. Dean stayed close despite Castiel’s effort, in turn making Cas blush at the thought of Dean bloody Winchester standing so close to make sure he was okay, man this was great.
“So, uh” Dean started to say something but it came out crooked and shaky, like he was nervous or something… he cleared his throat and tried again, “Sorry, uh so um, I was thinking because uh we didn’t do… any actual tutoring today” ‘this is gonna take some effort to get out…’ the words forming in Cas’ mind, ‘hold up, he seems to be getting his confidence back’ , “… that if you needed help catching up, you could come over sometime and I could help you catch up and maybe give you some of my notes?”, yep there is was, good old confident Winchester ripping off the band aid.
Castiel could hold back his blush darkening with the fact that Dean Winchester, smart, funny, hangs-with-the-cool-kids-Winchester asked him, dull, lonely, always-wears-sweaters-or-trench-coats-Castiel, to GO OVER AND STUDY WITH HIM! ‘C’mon knees, don’t fail me now!’. “Uh, yeah that would uh help a lot actually, thanks” Castiel’s reply was small but Dean just smiled, making Cas smile.
The moment was gone once more footsteps were heard echoing down the concrete stairs, making Dean shift back so Cas could no longer feel his warm presence. Lisa Braeden was the one making her presence known coming down H block, signalling for Deans attention…and getting it.
“I’ll be back up in a minuet Lisa! Gee, give me a moment will ya.” He told her an turned his attention back to Castiel for a moment “Gotta go, but I’ll see you Wednesday afternoon at my place? Its only a couple houses down the road from you, I’ll walk to your place and pick you up if you want?” Cas just smiled and nodded, not trusting his failing voice, “Okay-“ a smile graced Deans lips before continuing, “-I’ll see ya then Cas!” he finished then turned and ran back up H block stairs, just watching made Cas breathless.