High School

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you little bro. - Gabe the babe <3' Castiel rolled his eyes and stuffed the note in his pocket. He was glad that he was home alone, so no one would ask questions. Though, the house was big and empty now and it felt strange walking up the stairs to his room. He kept on looking over his shoulders, thinking someone was following him. There was no one. Once in his room, he locked the door behind himself and jumped into his bed. Yeah, because you're safe under your blanket, moron, Castiel said. "Shut up." Okay, that's it you're getting mental. "I'm entitled." To shut himself up, he took the xBox controller from his nightstand and started playing a game. Half an hour later his phone vibrated in his pockets, making him jump. He pulled it out and read the messages from an unknown number. 'I'm sorry.' It vibrated again. 'I hope you're okay.' He was about to reply when it vibrated again and opened the message. 'It's Dean by the way.' No shit. Another message came in. 'Sam gave me your number.' If Dean was one of those people who send one message split in 74929952 ones, Castiel would block him. 'Sorry for the spam.' Castiel laughed. It was kinda cute.Castiel waited a minute, just to be sure that Dean wouldn't text him again. It made him feel strangely happy that Dean had found out his number and texted him, though it was weird. Castiel didn't understand Dean, but he'd love to try. 'Hello, Dean. What do you want?' Sent. While he waited, he turned off his xBox and got comfy, stuffing up some pillows to rest against. He'd turn off the vibration, just in case Dean would continue sending one sentence in ten messages. 'You busy?' Castiel tilted his head, looking around his room. No, he wasn't, but maybe he should be. 'Kinda.' Sent. He knew he sounded cold in his messages, but that's just how he'd response on the phone as well or in person-on-person situations. It wasn't his fault that the one he texted with couldn't see his face while replying. Emojis, Castiel interjected and huffed. "Emoji yourself." Maybe Castiel should stop talking to himself, but he really didn't have anyone to talk to right now anyway. You have Dean, Castiel mentioned. "Oh my god!" He was getting annoyed with himself and was glad when he saw another message from Dean. 'Oh, okay.' Thank you Dean for giving me something nice to work with, he thought and was about to answer something like 'yeah', when another message popped up. 'Wish you were here :/' Castiel frowned. 'And then?' Sent. He realised too late what his question could imply and almost threw his phone across his room. 'We could talk properly, I don't like what I did. What the hell were you thinking?' Then ten seconds later, 'Well the fact that I asked you doesn't make me any less innocent.' Another ten seconds later. 'I'm just digging my own hole here, don't mind me.' Castiel laughed, feeling somewhat relaxed by Dean's awkward attempts to make the situation better. It was ... cute. 'I wasn't thinking anything, Dean, but thank you for giving me images.' Sent. What the hell was he doing? 'Images? Wanna tell me more about that?' Castiel's breath hitched. Nope, no, he didn't want to. 'Imma keep them a secret.' Sent. This wasn't making it better, but he hoped Dean would stop pressing. It just didn't feel right to do this just yet, plus: he's never done this before Whatever this was, it freaked Castiel out. They shouldn't ignore the issue, the problem. Another messaged popped up. 'Yeah, you should ;)' Look, he knows how to use emojis. Could Castiel ever shut up? No, because I'm you, so... Castiel groaned. He needed sleep. Yes, that might solve the problem - well, the Cassiol problem. 'Goodnight, Dean.' Sent. He didn't wait for an answer. It wasn't particularly late, but Castiel felt emotionally and