destiel - one shots

gym class sucks

Based on a true story, from my own life.

slight trigger: mention of wanting to die. (extremely minor, but I'm not great with triggers, so sorry.)

High School AU

Kind of sad, so, yeah.

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Dean and Cas had been dating for around two months, Dean asking him out with his declaration of love. It was the sweetest thing to see, as he had texted Cas out of nervousness. He had liked him since they met in eighth grade, now Sophomores in high school with the same thoughts. 

Cas didn't fully return these feelings, but he was going to give the relationship a shot, knowing it would mean more than anything to Dean. Cas hoped in time he would learn to love Dean, as he had never really been in a relationship.

This was the turning point for Cas.

Dean, Cas, and Dylan walked one side of the gym, as they were out of the direction of basketball's being thrown around. This was a normal gym free day, which they seemed to do every Friday they had gym.

Cas stood on the middle of the trio, Dean to his left and Dylan to his right. He bounced a volleyball, trying to keep himself entertained. Mostly, he guessed, to keep his thoughts from running to the hatred he felt towards himself and his boyfriend.

As the period went on he would lose the ball, bouncing it wrong and hitting Dylan. Even so, Dylan would rip it from his hands and both would laugh as Cas scrambled across the gym to catch the small white ball. 

Dean told Dylan to move over to his side so Cas wouldn't clumsily hit him anymore. They began to engage in conversation, almost exclusively leaving Cas out of it all. They flirted madly, making Cas angry and sad all at the same time.

They continued to walk as normal, and as Cas scrambled for his runaway ball once more he could have swore he heard from Dylan's mouth, "You really need to break up with him." 

When Cas stood next to them once more he bounced the ball particularly harder, once, and not loosing it to his luck. They barely looked his way, but everything came rushing to his mind as he began deciding his options.

"I don't like touching," Dean would retch his arm back as if being stung when an accidental brush of Cas' arm comes his way. Yet, when they texted, "I want to cuddle you and feel your heartbeat," was a common topic. He couldn't seem to make his mind up.

"I don't like holding hands, but I do it for you," he speaks as if Cas is nothing but trash. Just the other week he would say he loved holding his hand, but people change, he guesses.

"He's hot," these words came out his mouth so often you would think it was only to make Cas angry. Cas assumed that was the goal.

"Nobody cares," the words spoken every time Cas became stupidly excited over something he loved. Although, Cas would always act excited when Dean got stupidly excited over something he loved. Cas can only defend his love of it when it happens.

Class ends, the teacher telling the class to clean up and get changed in the locker room. Cas practically ignores the two of them as they leave, even as they head to the next class, holding hands.

He's fed up with Dean, being his boyfriend, being his friend. Cas is honestly tired of living at this point.

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Cas changes into comfortable clothes as he enters his room, leaving his jeans on the floor in a messy pile. He can't help but let tears escape his eyes, as he's about to do something he never thought he would do. He never thought he would break up with anyone, he had always accepted he would be broken up with.

Hey Dean.

I know you don't care, as you already seem to hate me. I'm just going to make this easy on myself, telling you that I don't want to date you anymore. I don't want to be your boyfriend.

You don't act like you want to be my boyfriend, so I guess you were just too scared to break my heart? I guess. I don't know. Sorry.

Cas sent the message, knowing Dean wouldn't read it right away. He would be sleeping, like usual, because he was always fucking sleeping. "Headaches" he claimed. Cas didn't even care anymore.