As the day went on, Dean just walked with Castiel to his classes, since they had the same, and kept his mouth shut. Castiel was debating whether he should talk to Dean or not. Dean hadn't said much since lunch, and he didn't seem to be the talking one but the silence was extremely awkward. He decided to just go straight with Dean by asking what was wrong.
"Is something wrong?" Dean snapped out of his thoughts.
"No, why do you ask?" he looked at the guy next to him. Castiel... wasn't that an angel's name? He certainly didn't look like one with that trench coat he never seemed to take off and the bed/sex-hair.
"You don't talk, is it because you don't like me? I'm sorry you got stuck with me, if you want I can just draw you a map and leave you alone from now on..?" Castiel said, but it sounded like a question.
Dean thought about it, he wouldn't have to be friends with this Castiel, and there wouldn't be any goodbyes when they left town, which was nice.
"Nah, it's okay," he said, deciding it was better to walk around with Castiel instead of looking like a total nerd that needed a map because he wanted to be everywhere in time. Castiel still didn't look happy though.
"Hey, thanks, I uh... really appreciate you showing me around." He said and saw Castiel lighten up. "Do you have other friends beside Charlie?" how the hell did he and Charlie come to be friends anyways? It was one of the weirdest combinations he had ever seen, the silent Castiel and the always-happy-and-hyperactive Charlie.
"Charlie is my only friend, I'm really happy with her." Castiel answered and Dean suddenly felt sorry for him. He knew how it was without friends, but Castiel didn't leave every time after a few weeks.
"Why? You seem like a nice guy," Dean said without thinking. He mentally slapped himself; Castiel would probably expect him to befriend him now.
But Castiel seemed to be used to this question. "I don't know." He shrugged. "At least I don't get bullied so I'm happy with what I got."
They got to the classroom and Dean took the place next to Castiel before he realized it. "I hope I didn't take anyone else's place..?" he asked but Castiel laughed.
"Nobody ever sits here, or anywhere next to me, so don't worry." Again, Dean felt a flash of sadness for the guy. Even if he laughed about it, he saw the pain in his blue eyes. As if Castiel read his mind, he smiled sadly. "I don't expect you to befriend me. If you don't want to be friends, it's okay, I was only supposed to show you around, so I'll just do my job."
Again, Dean just looked at Castiel. Damn, those eyes were really fascinating. Without thinking about it, he looked at Castiel's chapped lips and felt the small urge to touch them.
"Everyone be quit, I want to start." A voice said, and Dean looked away from Castiel, not responding to what he just said about being friends. He didn't want to be friends with anyone but this guy... He didn't even ask for it, and it still woke a bit of Dean's inside up. A part that knew what it was like to be friends with anyone, without counting Sammy. "I..." he started, but the teacher shut him up.
"Winchester, I assume you are Winchester, even if you are new here doesn't give you the right to talk during my class." She snapped. Damn, this teacher was a real bitch. "I'm Miss Talbot, I teach History, and right now, class is starting so you can shut up like the rest of you."
Even Dean, known for his cocky attitude at all the other schools, didn't dare to say a word till class ended. As he and Castiel walked out of the classroom, he sighed. "Damn, how did you survive it here all the time?" Castiel chuckled and told Dean he just ignored her and worked on his assignments. He understood everything and Miss Talbot always chose the one's that didn't understand anything to ask questions, so Castiel was safe.
Since History was their last class of the day, Dean went to go to pick up Sam. He told Castiel he'd see him the next day, and heard a small "bye" when he turned around and walked to his car. He drove to Sam's school, and Sam was already waiting for him.
"Hiya Sammy, how was school today?" Dean asked. Sam told him the usual things as they drove home.
"By the way, I've been waiting for you; school ends half an hour earlier than yours on Wednesday." Dean promised to pick up Sam earlier next week, and he pulled over when they reached the house.
As they went inside, the house was as empty as they expected. John had gotten a small job somewhere and he wouldn't come home until dinner. Dean started making dinner and told Sam to do his homework. Sam whined a little, but pulled out his homework when he knew he wouldn't convince Dean to let him watch cartoons.
"Tonight, when homework is done," Dean promised. He made a simple meal, and realized he needed to go to the grocery store tomorrow. He still had some money left, so he'd take Sam with him and go right after school.
The next day, Dean woke up by Sam, calling his name and shaking him. "Dean, we're gonna be late!" He reached to his phone and found out it the battery had died last night, which explained why his alarm didn't go off. He jumped out of bed, told Sam he'd make a quick breakfast and ran downstairs. He shook his head to wake up, but it only worked a little.
After he had brought Sammy to bed last night, he had waited till 3am for his dad to come home. And it wasn't even necessary; John had stumbled inside and went to bed without even looking at his son.
Still, Dean would always wait till he was sure John had gone to bed before going to sleep himself. If there was only one day he went to sleep earlier and John would do something and Dean wasn't there, they'd have big problems.
Sam stumbled downstairs, and smiled when Dean handed him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "C'mon, I made your lunch and if I drive fast, you'll be at school on time." He didn't even care if he would be on time himself, Sammy was much more important. He was right, and Sam went out of the car just as the bell rang. He told him bye and Dean wished him a good day. He sighed, and drove to his own school, being surprised by Castiel who was waiting for him.
"Castiel? Why haven't you gone to class yet?" he asked, though he knew the answer already.
"I waited for you; I am supposed to you around, aren't I?" Dean felt his heart melt a little. That was so nice, Castiel didn't even know him, Dean hadn't even replied to what he had said about being friends, and he still waited for Dean.
"Thanks..." he murmured and they got inside.
Of course, the teacher, which was Mr. Crowley again, asked why they were late. Castiel said Dean had been on time but had to wait for Castiel since he needed to go to his locker first. Dean wondered why he'd say that, he could've said Dean had been too late, Dean didn't even care what others thought about him.
"Why did you do that?" he asked Castiel as soon as they sat down.
"Oh, I just didn't want to get you in trouble in your first week," Castiel replied, and smiled. Dean smiled back, and they didn't talk for the rest of class.
They ate lunch with Charlie again, and she didn't even bother that Dean was silent. She and Castiel talked about a girl she saw, and asked what he thought of her. His reply was something Dean didn't expect.
"She looks good, but remember, beauty is on the inside. She may look nice, but if she's a little bitch, you'll drop her right away, okay? You deserve someone who adores you more than anything." Charlie aww'ed and told him she loved him. Castiel smiled in response as if he said 'I know'.
Dean thought about it. He had picked up some girls, but mostly because they were attractive and besides, most of them left him right for another guy. He didn't miss them; he wasn't able to have a relationship anyways. Not only because they were never anywhere for more than 2 months, but also because he had Sammy to take care of. Girls didn't seem to understand why his little brother was so important to him, even more important than himself.
As the day ended, Dean told Castiel he'd be on time tomorrow, and left to pick up Sam. They drove to the grocery store where they got food, and Dean drove right to Bobby. "Dean, where are we going?" Sam asked him.
"We're going to my work, we need some money. Do you mind doing your homework in a garage?" Sam didn't mind, he had been doing homework in garages before, he knew Dean had to work to get them food.
They arrived at Bobby's and Sam liked the old man instantly. Bobby didn't mind having Sam around, and he even told him to go sit inside, at the table. He poured Sam a glass of lemonade, and gave him a cookie, making Sam look like he was in heaven.
When Bobby asked Dean about it, Dean decided he could trust the man and told him he took care of Sam because their dad was away most of the time. Bobby nodded and didn't ask anything else. He knew if Dean wanted to talk about it, he would start himself.
And he was right, at the end of the day, when Bobby told Dean he had worked enough for today, Dean thanked him. He was silent for a minute, and then told Bobby his dad had a job too, but only so he could get drunk at night. Bobby listened, and said Dean could bring Sam here any time he wanted, since Sam seemed to have a good time at Bobby's house. Dean thanked him again, and got Sam to get home and make dinner.
Friday, the last day before the weekend, went the same as the other days. Dean walked around with Castiel, even if he knew how to get everywhere now. They ate lunch with Charlie and went to their classes, sitting together.
They didn't talk much, but it was good enough for both of them. Dean because he enjoyed the company of Castiel and he wouldn't ask as much questions as everyone else always did. Castiel knew Dean had his reasons for not talking about being friends again, but he accepted it and was happy with Dean by his side, even when they didn't talk.
At the end of the day, both Dean and Castiel were happy the weekend was finally there.
Castiel had planned on going to the library Saturday and spend the rest of his weekend reading and texting Charlie. He didn't really have any social media, since he wasn't very social at all. He did not need it though; books were enough to make him happy.
Dean knew he could take Sam to Bobby's, letting him watch cartoons and do his homework while he worked. He liked Bobby's garage. It wasn't big, but it felt comfortable to walk around there, and he had always liked working with cars. He was happy Bobby wasn't someone who refused Dean before he could even show them what he could do. That was one of the good things of John, he had taught Dean how to repair a car when Dean was 13, and started driving lessons when he was 15.
Dean and Castiel walked out of the school doors, and as usual Castiel told him bye. "And have a nice weekend," he added.
"Thanks. You too," Dean smiled and opened his car door. Castiel started walking when Dean called him once more.
"Cas?" Castiel felt his heart flutter a little when he heard Dean use his own nickname for him. He turned around and lifted his eyebrow, wondering what Dean had to tell him.
"Hmm?" he answered.
Dean smiled once more. "I would like to be your friend."