Tell Me Your Story

Chapter Two - My Science Teacher Hates Me

The first few weeks of school went fairly smoothly for Dean. Charlie and Kevin were quickly becoming his best friends, but no matter how much he trusted Charlie, he couldn't get Castiel Novak out of his mind. He tried not to stare too much, but he was finding it hard. Charlie seemed to have given up on him, but occasionally she called him out on it. That day, Castiel had shown up to school with a black eye and a split lip. When Dean mentioned it to Charlie, she said it must've been the school bullies, but Dean didn't think so. He'd seen the bullies around Castiel. They acted tough, but he could tell they were scared. Dean was building up the courage to talk to Castiel, but then his science teacher beat him to it. Dean had been paying little to no attention, as he was pretty good at science, but when he heard that there was going to be a project and partners were assigned, he jolted to attention so quickly he was pretty sure at least a few people noticed. When the teacher said he'd be working with Castiel, he didn't know how to feel. When he looked over at Castiel, Castiel gave him a wink and a suggestive smile. Dean blushed softly and turned away. When the bell rang, Dean went over to Castiel.

"So... do you want to work after school?" Dean asked. Castiel shrugged.

"Okay... my house?" Dean persisted. Castiel nodded.

"Cool. Do you have a car, or do I need to give you a ride?" Castiel held up two fingers.

"What? Oh, oh, right. Okay. Well I guess I'll meet you outside as soon as school ends," Dean said, turning around and hurrying away. He found Charlie immediately.

"Dude, I'm sorry. She must have figured you were the only person who would actually work with him instead of trying to kill him," Charlie said.

"Well if they find my dead body in a ditch tomorrow morning, you know what happened," Dean joked.

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The more time Dean spent close to Castiel, the more Dean thought that maybe Castiel was the one that would be dead by morning. He looked like he hadn't slept in years, Dean could tell he was really thin, and that on top of the bruises made him look half dead. Dean didn't try to make conversation on the way to his house, and Castiel just had his head in his phone. When Dean pulled into his driveway, Castiel just got out of the car quickly. Dean led him inside, where his uncle Bobby was grabbing some food from the kitchen.

"Hey Bobby. This is Castiel, he's from school. We're doing a project together," Dean told him. Bobby nodded and held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Castiel," he said. Castiel just stared at Bobby until Bobby put his hand down. Dean smiled apologetically.

"Well, I'll be out in the garage if you boys need me," Bobby said.

"Thanks Bobby," Dean said. He led Castiel into the living room and sat down.

"Do you, uh, want to take your coat off?" Dean asked, trying to make it less awkward. Castiel shook his head.

"Okay... uh, do I... do we... what..." Castiel looked bemused by Dean's awkwardness. "What I mean to say is: what is the best way to communicate? You know... since you're..." Dean trailed off. He was worried Castiel would be offended, but Castiel still just looked amused. He typed out something on his phone and showed it to Dean.

Just give me your number. I can text you.

Dean nodded and put his number into Castiel's phone.

"So... should we start, then?" He asked.

Honestly, I'd rather just screw you.

Castiel winked as Dean turned a brilliant shade of red.

"I- uh- I think that was a little... unnecessary," Dean said, not making eye contact with Castiel.

But it sure was fun. I enjoy watching you squirm, Winchester. ;) maybe I could watch you squirm again tonight.

"Stop..." Dean muttered, turning even more red, if that was possible.

Why?

"Can we just focus on science, please?" Dean asked.

Fine. How about anatomy? ;)

The rest of the afternoon did not get any better. They got very little work done, and Dean felt like he had a permanent blush.

"Okay," he said after several hours, "I give up. I'm taking you home." He stood up and headed out towards the door. Castiel followed him.

"What's your address?" Dean asked. Castiel texted it to him, and they started off.

When they arrived, Dean couldn't help but stare. Castiel's house was huge.

"Dude you live here?" He asked incredulously. Castiel just got out of the car and started toward the house.

"Good talk," Dean muttered, starting the car and pulling out of Castiel's driveway.