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FROM DARE, TO LOVE (A Destiel Fanfiction)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: "Then, they're not very awesome people, Cas."

Dean and Castiel left the restaurant, at about eight thirty, because the waiter had politely asked them - in different words than exactly those - to either order something or leave, and they'd both had had enough - talking apparently needed a lot of energy, and both of them had respectively tried each other's usual orders, and then a few new items - to be able to have any more.

Castiel had remarked that the night was very beautiful, and Dean had taken this as a request to walk back to Paradise. They were walking back to Paradise, and were a good way away, and Dean's Impala sat in the parking lot of the McDonald's, waiting for Sam to drive away in it. 'He has a key, for emergencies,' Dean had informed Castiel, and Castiel had insisted that their situation did not count as an emergency. So, now, they were walking back, and talking like they'd known each other all their lives, with random questions and random answers, and on baseless topics, which Castiel could only enjoy himself talking about, with Dean.

Dean kicked a pebble, as they walked on the gravel. "I've got another for you. How do you judge a person?"

"What do you mean by 'judge'?" Castiel asked, blatantly.

"Oh, you know," Dean turned to Castiel. "Form a first impression of a person. Where do you begin to look?"

"Eyes, then." Castiel replied, earnestly, turning to face Dean. "They tell a lot about a person."

"On that note, you have beautiful eyes, Cas." Dean piped up.

Castiel netted his eyebrows, casting his eyes downwards. "Thank you, Dean."

"And a little but extremely-gorgeous birdie once told me, that I did too, so," Dean raised his eyebrows, pointedly, referring to the time where stupidly, Castiel had said so. "We're a couple with pretty eyes, Cas. Everyone's going to envy us and our eyes."

"Do you even listen to yourself, when you speak?" Castiel teased, not even caring to stifle the laughter that rolled out of him.

"No, there's like this roaring sound in my ears," Dean grinned broadly, unaffected. "What about you?"

Castiel shook his head. "How do you judge a person?"

"By their cars." Dean replied, immediately.

"What if they're walking?"

"Then, they're not very awesome people, Cas." Dean offered, smirking confidently.

Castiel smiled, in spite of himself. "Dean, you're walking right now."

"I'm different." Dean replied, without missing a beat. "I'm certifiedly awesome."

"How do I argue with a logic like that?" Castiel replied, sarcastically, making Dean smile broadly.

"I've got another," he kicked another pebble. This one went flying, and hit a pole with a clink. "What would you do, if you fell down in public?"

"That's stupid," Castiel folded his arms. "I'd get up, brush myself off, and keep walking."

"Aren't you a genius?"

"I don't think so."

"I meant, what would you do to look like less of a dork?"

Castiel thought about something. "Walk carefully, and not fall, in the first place?"

"No, you've already fallen." Dean argued, like a little kid. "What then?"

"I don't know." Castiel shrugged. "And since you clearly asked the question to set the theme for a joke, what would you do, Dean?" He obliged by asking Dean, who was writhing with the desire to answer

"I'd yell at the people around me, to go save themselves while they can." Dean grinned, largely.

"You'd not really do that." Castiel countered.

"I'll do it tomorrow." Dean retorted. "In the middle of the Lunch hall."

"Okay, okay," Castiel sighed, knowing Dean would 'actually' do it. "But, I have a doubt."

"Yeah?"

"How does that make you any less of a dork, Dean?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Really smart."

"Thank you," Castiel smirked, again, as Dean rubbed the heel of his shoe in the dirt, making a circle. "Okay, I have a question."

"Yes, please." Dean did a little courtesy.

Castiel laughed, as he asked. "What matters the most in a friendship, to you?"

Dean furrowed his eyebrow. "Serious question."

"Yeah, we're past the stage of stupid questions." Castiel nodded, sagely, imitating Dean from before.

"I'll say," Dean thought about it. "The ability to have fun at any point of time."

Castiel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really?"

"Absolutely." Dean raised his eyebrows too. "A friend should not only be able to solve any problems, but also distract you from any dilemmas, and make you feel good, and special, and safe, and happy at any moment of time."

"True." Castiel agreed, casting his eyes downwards, at his moving feet.

"And, I didn't get that out of a Hallmark card." Dean added, with a chuckle.

"I never said you did." Castiel pointed out, and Dean shrugged.

"What about you?" Dean asked. "What do you value the most in a friendship?"

"I agree with what you say," Castiel admitted. "But I'm going to say trust. Actually, faith. One should to be able to completely trust their friend, truth them with the truth, with their hearts, with their lives. They should have faith in the friend's judgement. That's when a friendship can be truly true."

"Now, that could be put on a Hallmark card, Cas." Dean complimented.

Castiel ignored that. "By the way, Dean," Dean turned his head, to face Castiel, as they talked. "By your and my answers, do you really think all your friends make the cut?"

Dean's expression turned evasive, immediately.

"Don't give me a lie." Castiel interrupted.

"To be completely truthful," Dean sighed, after a moment of silence, where the sounds of their shoes - especially Dean's hunting boots - were the only sounds to be heard. "They don't. And you know what, Cas? I never thought that they did, ever. They don't need to, they're not that kind of friends, they're just..people I hangout with."

"Your friends."

"People I hangout with needn't be my friends." Dean corrected. "Some of them are. Benny, and Jo, and Sam, they're like the only friends, I have, going by our definitions of friends. The rest of them are just, people I know, people who I mo-"

"Because if you didn't, you'd be like me." Castiel cut him off, a slight frown in place. Not directed at Dean, but the bitter truth. "Because if you didn't 'hangout' with all those people, you'd not be popular. You'd be a weird ja-"

"Cas." Dean cut him off, again. "No. No. I do not- That's not the case."

"That is exactly the case." Castiel turned his head from Dean, his hands dug in his pockets.

"Okay, maybe it is, but Cas, I don't do it consciously. I don't need to be popular, not for my sake, it just happens, and I just-"

"You don't need to explain yourself to me."

"But, I want to."

"I don't need any explanation." Castiel repeated. "I know you're not an attention-craving dick, or a se-"

"How do you know that, if you didn't let me explain?" Dean challenged.

"Because of today." Castiel frowned. "So, I know you're not one of those. I just don't get why you carry the weight of that identity, nonetheless. Portray yourself like tha-"

"I've got used to it. I can't change."

"You don't want to."

"I do-"

"You needn't."

"Then, what is this about?"

"A very simple thing." Castiel faced Dean once more, unable to read Dean in spite of staring into Dean's eyes, clearly. "By your own definition of friendship, there are people around you who you call a 'friend', but who don't qualify. And, you are thus, lying to yourself."

There was a length of silence. Again.

"Are you saying all this, because you care for me?" Dean asked, suddenly. "You don't want me to get hurt."

"Of course, I don't." Castiel frowned, again. "We're friends, Dean."

Dean's smile was crooked. "By my definition, we definitely are." He almost dared Castiel with his next words, "Are we friends by yours?"

"Yes." Castiel replied, firmly. "Yes, we are."

Dean smiled suddenly. "Thank you, Cas. 'That pleases me, greatly.'" He added, imitating Castiel's dialogue from often before.

"I don't say it like that," Castiel objected.

"Oh, sorry, you say it like this." He cleared his throat, and then begun in a thick voice, lower than his own. "'That pleases me greatly'."

"Shut up." Castiel looked away, blushing slightly.

"Hey, turn your face towards me!" Dean complained. "I wanna look at you, as I talk to you."

"What?" Castiel smiled, almost startled.

"What?" Dean defended. "Sue a guy for speaking his mind. You're really good-looking, especially when you're blushing."

"I'm not blushing," Castiel protested, blushing even more.

"Okay," Dean agreed, cheerfully, annoying Castiel even more.

"Don't say it like that!" Castiel complained. "I'm really not blushing."

"Okay." Dean said, in a high falsetto.

"That's not what I meant by not saying it like 'that'."

"Okay." Dean repeated, in the same voice he'd used before, which was 'supposed' to be Castiel's voice.

"You're ridiculous," Castiel gave up, kicking a pebble himself, as they walked, and turned to the Castiel's home street. They were five minutes away, now, from the gates of Paradise.

"Okay." Dean laughed. Castiel joined in, his eyes not leaving Dean's, for even a moment.

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A/N: Hello, readers! I hope all of you are doing amazing! This chapter was kind of a filler, so sorry, but there's good times coming up! I can't believe the date went on 3+ chapters, and it's gonna go a couple more. Don't blame me, blame tumblr and stupid 100 block text limit.

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I Know You Feel It Too - It's Not Creepy To Observe, Right? (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/d3ObL5M46B Dean Winchester is the star of the football team. Castiel is a nerd with a passion for soccer, who also happens to be a smart ass. Dean notices himself losing feelings for his girlfriend (and women in general). Dean sticks around in the locker room after a game one night, to find a naked Cas and himself having not so innocent thoughts. **EVENTUAL SMUT I PROMISE**

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

FROM DARE, TO LOVE (A Destiel Fanfiction)

CHAPTER TEN: “Together, we could’ve kicked his ass six ways to Sunday!”

“Hey, Anna, stop being mean,” Benny immediately retorted. He turned a slightly-taken-aback Castiel towards himself. “Listen, man, Anna is not always that bad. But,” he lowered his voice. “She’s always hostile to Dean’s gi- boyfriends. Dean kinda slept with her last year after a party, but it meant more to her than to him.” Castiel scrunched his nose into a deeper frown. “He did..what?”

“He was drunk.” Benny shrugged, as if that explained everything.

Castiel turned back to Anna, who was still regarding him skeptically as if she disapproved of him, even while conversing with a black-haired guy to her right, whom Castiel didn’t recognise.

It was at this moment, that Dean returned, carrying a tray. He landed it in front of Castiel. “Food, for the gentleman!” He announced, lifting an invisible cover from over his plate in a dramatic flourish. He flashed Castiel an easy, casual grin, as he sat down next to him, their legs brushing against each other. Castiel felt something go through him, but sat tight, smiling at Jo who was in front of them. And begun eating in silence.

“Anyways,” Bela broke the silence, but standing up and picking up her tray, like it were her purse and she were in a five-star restaurant. “I’ve got to go-”

“Yeah.” Dean snorted. “Go makeout with Nick so that he does your homework for you. We all know you, Bela.”

“He didn’t.” Bela gestured at Castiel, with a smile surprisingly good-natured for having been called a slut indirectly. “And you needn’t sound so jealous, Dean. I gave you your chance to tap it, you backed out of it. So, I’ll see you guys later.”

Castiel turned back to Dean, and was about to say something about the burger, when he felt fingers ghosting over the back of his neck, almost provocatively. He looked up surprisingly, to see no one, and notice Bela walk away, swinging her hips. Confused at this inappropriate gesture, he turned back to his plate.

“That’s normal.” Dean whispered, leaning towards him. Castiel turned to him, surprised. He smiled a little. “You’re hot stuff, and she’s a whore. It’s pretty anticipated behavior from her.”

“She’s your friend.” Castiel reminded Dean, with a disapproving look.

“Not really.” Dean grinned cheekily. “She’s just a really handy person to keep close.”

Castiel frowned deeper, and returned to his burger.

“Oh, come on.” Dean cooed, leaning in closer. “Don’t get mad at me for-”

“Why do you hangout with her if you don’t like her?” Castiel muttered back.

“Look at you, trying to change my lifestyle on the very first day.” Dean winked. “A man after my own heart!” He stage-whispered, dramatically. Then, frowned. “Did I use that correctly?”

Castiel shook his head.

Dean appeared to be giving it thought, but then shrugged it off. “Whatever. I just mean, I hangout with a lot of people whom I don’t like. It doesn’t matter.”

“Just because they’re popular?” Castiel bit his lip.

“No,” Dean begun to reason.

“Oh,” Castiel allowed himself to smile at Dean a little bit. “I get it. They all must be ‘handy persons to keep close’.” Dean grinned at him broadly.

“You already know me so wel-”

“Would you look at these two!?” Jo almost yelled out, snapping Dean and Castiel out of their little conversation. “We’ve been discussing them since the last five minutes, but they can’t seem to have enough of each other in the 36 hours everyday they spend together!” She grinned cheekily.

“What were you discussing about us?” Dean asked, with a bright grin, ignoring the latter part.

“Oh, nothing really,” Benny grinned. “Just the sex.”

“Aw, without me, you guys!” Dean laughed out loud, as Castiel reddened embarrassedly. “C'mon, I’ll solve your doubts. And give you the juicy details.”

“Dea-” Castiel begun, but was cut off by Sam, who landed next to Castiel, on the seat which Bela had left, from the far end of the table.

“Let them gross perverts be,” Sam grinned, as if it were very usual to discuss Dean’s sex life - which in this case, was not applicable, they had not had sex; all they’d had was an 'almost’ kiss - on the lunch table. “You remember the L.O.T.R. head cannon I was telling you about…”

And the next few minutes passed pleasantly enough; talking to Sam, with various inputs from Dean’s friends, and and several knee-brushes from Dean, as he had his own conversation on the other side of the table. For a few moments, it was not as if he was sitting amongst the people on the highest rung of the social ladder; but among friends.

But just when Castiel begun to feel as if it all might not be as scary and bad as Castiel suspected, everything he had feared happened.

Sam stood up, with a glance at the clock, and excused himself; proceeding to walk away amidst hoots. Dean explained that Sam was leaving early, and did so everyday almost, to attend the practise of the Dance Club. To watch Jess, Dean added with a smirk. Castiel remembered Gabriel played the Casio for their practise - he’d told Castiel so sometime - and spent a moment wondering what Gabriel would say to him being at Dean’s table. It would not please him, he was sure.

And that’s when, Crowley came and sat down next to Castiel. “Hi, Novak!” Crowley sneered.

Castiel turned, and tried to swallow his instant nervousness. “Hello, Crowley.” He murmured, not good at all with confrontations of any kind.

“I see you here today,” Crowley continued in a low voice. “And I wonder if it’s because being with Winchester gave you the feeling that you deserve to be here.” He almost growled out. “Just reminding you, Novak, you’ll be out of here in no time, and Dean will have moved on to someone new. And you’ll be left in the sea of nobodies where weird-ass nerds like you belong.”

Castiel listened, and didn’t know how to react. It was all true, what use speaking against it? But he knew one thing, he didn’t want Dean coming to know about this. “Okay, alright.” He replied, weakly, wondering why he never knew the correct comebacks, like some people - Dean Winchester - did.

“I’m actually surprised Dean even stuck with you for this long.” Crowley shrugged. “I mean, with you being all…Novak-y and weird, how does he even put up with you?” Crowley scoffed out.

“That’s none of your business,” he snapped back, in a sudden burst of anger. Fortunately, Dean didn’t hear him over the noise from the other side. He lowered his voice. “Crowley, look, don’t do this right now-”

“Why? You don’t want to look like a pathetic pussy in front of your boyfriend?” Crowley smirked, cruelly. “Well, you can’t help if you are one, Novak.” Castiel decided the best way was to ignore him, and he turned to his food. “You chicken out, already?” Crowley mocked. “I mean, if it was after a few blows, it was still acceptable from any normal guy, you know…”

And Castiel took it. Without reacting, knowing Crowley wouldn’t be able to implement any of what he said then and there. Too many people. People like him, cornered people like him in corners, and alone.

And thus followed about the ten worst minutes of Castiel’s life. Crowley murmuring shit in Castiel’s ear, about him being weird, not good enough for Dean, and just another playmate, and Ketch - who, not to be left behind - had taken the seat opposite Dean’s, vacated by Jo, and was engaging Dean in conversation about football stuff, Castiel was clueless of. Then he shifted conversation to Dean’s conquests, as if to particularly barb Castiel - which it did, but he would never admit - and finally to Junior Prom, and to whom he’d take with: Lisa, Anna, or Jo. Castiel felt inexpressibly weirdly about these, almost as bad he’d feel about Crowley talking crap about his family - He didn’t know jack about Castiel’s family or background.

And then, suddenly, he felt a hard hit at his shin. His eyes widened, as a gasp left his mouth, and he turned to find Crowley smiling innocently. He had no idea why the black-haired british-accented guy who walked around wearing black like he was in mourning had any problems with Castiel; just that he did, and he went out of his way to make Castiel’s life hell.

Just when he had begun to feel as if being on the popular table might not be so bad after all.

Castiel worried on how Dean would react if he somehow came to know of what his 'friends’ were treating Castiel like - and not about himself, he was used to it - when he came to find out exactly the answer to that.

Ketch’s kick missed it’s mark, and hit Dean instead. And then, as Castiel watched, all hell broke loose.

Dean glared at Ketch, somehow knowing exactly who the kick had been directed from. “What’s your problem?”

“I didn’t mean to-” Ketch begun falteringly, his eyes betraying, as they flickered to Castiel. Dean somehow deciphered exactly what he meant by that, and his eyes darkened more.

“Castiel?” He hissed at Ketch. “You were kicking Castiel? Because that sure as hell wasn’t a footsie!” He almost growled, his voice dangerously low-pitched, and Castiel slammed his hand to his forehead. He’d really wanted for this to not be out. He didn’t want any drama. “Dean..” He begun, his voice trailing off, as Dean glared at Ketch murderously.

He pursed his lips together, as Ketch hesitated. “Look, Dean…”

“God help you,” Dean cursed under his breath, his rage building up suddenly, and - to Castiel - surprisingly. He’d not expected such a violent reaction. “If you were aiming it at Castiel, you jackass!”

Ketch gave up his defensive stance, and crossed his arms across his chest. “Well, so what if I was!?” He yelled back.

Dean stood up, his chair falling back; it’s back hitting the ground. “You-”

“So what, Dean?” Crowley rejoined, cutting Dean off at a moment when he should not have been cut off. “So what? It’s Castiel Novak! The weird-ass nerd! How does it even matter if we kick him, or hit him, or beat the shit out of him!?”

Dean positively glowered now. “You, son of a bitch!” his voice rose with every syllable. “It matters, because it does! How fucking dare you?”

Crowley appeared a bit taken aback. But he recovered quickly. “Dean, are you actually gonna yell at me for him!?”

“Yes!” Dean shouted back. “To you, and to all the other bastards who do any sort of crap to hi-” he stopped mid-sentence, and turned to Castiel, who was silently observing the bricks tumble off a haphazardly made wall which was Dean’s friendship with these guys, and not thinking about it - a skill he’d mastered by staying with Dean. “Did they do anything, Castiel!?”

Castiel stared at Dean, almost helplessly. He didn’t wanna complain in front of everyone that Crowley had been harassing him. He didn’t wanna lie either.

But Crowley butt in. “Yeah, Castiel!” Crowley sneered. “Whine to Dean like losers do, and he’ll solve all your-”

“Crowley, I fucking swear to-” Dean pursed his lips, trying to compose himself, and not curse further. “Apologise to Castiel, you son of a bitch.” He spoke, in a much more quiet tone a moment later.

Crowley almost laughed out. “Are you kidding me?” He tossed his head. “What is this, kindergarten?! I’m not apologising to anyone!”

“Well, then, I’m gonna kick your fucking a-” Dean threatened, pausing mid-sentence to carry out his treat, and stepping out of where he was standing; walking towards Crowley daringly, and pulling him up to his height, by his collar. His eyes were so dark, that they could’ve been black. Castiel was witnessing proper Dean-Winchester-fury for the first time, and for him? Dean would get that furious for his sake? Why?

“You’d fight me!?” Crowley choked out. “For him?” Castiel agreed. For him? “What’s he even doing here, Dean!? On our table!?”

“Eating, amongst assholes like you.” Dean snapped, still holding Crowley by his collar.

By this time, Benny, Gordon, and Ketch were on their feet too. So were a few girls, and a lot of people in the entire Lunch hall. Benny was close to Dean, as if to be a restraining influence if at all, Dean flew at Crowley. Castiel, thoughtlessly, sat, and saw things happen like a fool; incapable of movement, somehow.

“Assholes like me?” Crowley repeated, with a sneer. “And what’s he? An angel with his holier-than-thou attitude?”

Dean made a sound that deeply resembled, “Fuck you.”

“I’ll see to that for myself,” Crowley called out, his smirk still in place. “Why don’t you worry about yourself and that weird-ass fagg-” In a millisecond, Crowley was on the ground. Dean’s fist had made contact with his face - nose, Castiel assumed - and bleeding from his nose and the corner of his lip, he scrambled back to his feet, his eyes just as angry as Dean, if not as dangerous. Dean looked fearful, his chest heaving with intense breathing, his gaze fixed on Crowley.

Crowley, not stood up, came towards Dean in anger, and Dean held him off, without much efforts, with a hand on his collar once again, and the other pinning his right arm to his back. His jaw was clenched, and eyes almost challenging. He raised his hand to aim a punch again, but a strong pair of hands held him back, while Ketch got engaged in disentangling Crowley from Dean.

“Sit down, Crowley!” Benny ushered, stepping in, just when he guessed his best friend would lose control completely. “Just, sit your fucking ass down, alright?”

Crowley muttered a curse of his own, before sitting down. Benny was back to Dean’s side in a second.

“Dean listen, brother, sit down, alright? You don’t wanna fight Crowley,” he spoke gently, knowing exactly what to say. “He’s Crowley. He’s a dick! You know that! So don’t fight in the school campus!” Benny’s words seemed to have a negligible effect on Dean, but an effect nonetheless. “You’ll get suspended, man! I’ll personally help you kick his ass outside. I will, he asked for it.” He promised. That seemed to have some effect, and Dean’s breathing became more levelled, his chest heaving lesser.

“Sit down,” Benny repeated, and Dean, picked up his chair pushed away in disregard with a hand, and sat down one of his hands aggressively grasping Castiel’s. Not the time for this, Castiel thought to himself, as he felt a wave of electricity go past him. “Good. Now, calm down.”

“Look, Crowley,” Dean spoke up, after a long minute of awkward silence. “You say jackshit about Castiel, and I’m gonna rip you apart.” He declared. Then paused for another moment. “He’s with me! You’ll be good to him, or I will personally hunt you down, and-”

“Yeah, one time’s enough for me to understand.” Crowley scoffed, surprisingly calmed-down for having been on the floor a few minutes ago. “Alright, Dean, I won’t do a thing to your boyfriend. I’ll ignore him altogether,” he offered, and added in a low voice. “Like he is supposed to be.”

Dean ignored it. He faced Ketch headfirst now. “You too-”

“Yeah, alright.” Ketch backed down instantly. No one wanted Dean Winchester as their enemy, not even Ketch and Crowley. He was dangerous. Castiel observed this, in dumb silence.

Dean looked around the table. “I’ve got a good mind to leave this table with Castiel and sit on a different one altogether.” He frowned bitterly. “But that would mean you jackasses winning. So Castiel, my boyfriend, will sit right here with me, and if anyone has a problem with it, you will come to me first. Or walk away.”

“Dean,” Castiel spoke, after almost an eternity, when all were in silence. “That was,” he searched his brain for a word. “Unnecessary.” Wrong word, he knew instantly.

“Shut up, idiot.” Dean’s frown wore away a bit. “It was of utmost importance that I drill that into these Stultus’s minds.”

Castiel smiled a bit at their inside joke. “You were prepared for a fight. That’s bad. Crowley is your-”

“Don’t say 'friend’, Castiel,” Dean smiled, bitterly. “Your definition of 'friend’ is not the same as mine.”

“Your definition of 'friend’ is wrong.” Castiel smiled gently, the commotion from a few minutes died away in almost a terrific anticlimax.

“Gee, how open-minded of you,” Dean shrugged sarcastically. By this time, Castiel had noticed, at a single glance, that very few people remained on their table. Crowley and Ketch had disappeared; Benny was engaged in conversation with Andrea, and only a few more people were scattered around.

“It’s the truth, Dean.” Castiel repeated. “And, I didn’t need you to defend me.”

“Yeah, you would’ve done perfectly well in listening to all of his crap and not saying anything in return,” Dean countered. “Why do that, Castiel? You don’t look intimidated by him!” Castiel shook his head. “Then, why not, 'fight for your honour’?” Dean drew air-quotes.

“Fight for my honour?” Castiel repeated.

“In a medieval-times-speak, yes!”

“Well, I guess I’m so used to it by now, that I don’t even care.”

“That’s all wrong.” Dean waved his hand in the air, to dismiss his point. “You ought to. And because you didn’t, I did. Not because you couldn’t, but because they were my friends.”

“Not-”

“Fine.” Dean corrected himself. “Not friends.” A moment passed. “What’s wrong?”

Castiel smiled instinctively, but his eyes were forlorn. “I just, kind of sat there like a spineless guy, you know.” He admitted, wondering how he was speaking so openly. How unlike him. “With you 'defending my honour’ and everything, and me sitting there gaping at everything. Like some kind of a wimp.”

“You’re not a wimp! You could’ve joined in.” Dean grinned cheerily. “I could’ve kicked his ass alone, but together,” the look on Dean’s face was almost excited. “Together, we could’ve kicked his ass six ways to Sunday.”

“Yeah.” Castiel nodded, picturing it for a moment, but being pulled out of his reverie before he could form an image in his head.

“By the way,” Dean suddenly beamed, and Castiel was almost surprised at how instantly his anger wore off. He liked to think he’d had something to do with it. “Castie-” he paused in the middle of his name. “Castiel,” he repeated, more slowly.

“Are you revising?” Castiel smiled.

“No.” Dean grinned again. “Wait a second.” He pursed his lips, then pronounced out, “Cherry-pie” slowly. Then repeated it. Then grinned directly at Castiel again. “You know what?”

“I have no idea.” Castiel replied, his eyes squinting, interestedly.

Dean smiled childishly. “Your name is too long! I mean, I never noticed, but it’s so long! We need a new name for you! A shortened version of your name, if you’d like.”

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[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

FROM DARE, TO LOVE (A Destiel Fan fiction)

CHAPTER THREE: "Do you really think being mean to me is the way to my brother's heart, Lucifer?"

"Hey, by the way, Gabriel is your..cousin?" Dean asked suddenly, as if it had only struck him then.

"Actually, he's like a stepbrother," Castiel contemplated. "But he lives separately, and my dad and his mom are divorced too, and technically, he's not even dad's real son, so we're, to put things simply, on the same level as cousins."

"Oh." Dean spoke, and Castiel immediately realised that Dean hadn't really asked for all of that.

He embarrassedly, croaked out a, "So you know him?"

"Kinda." Dean brushed the back of his neck. "Short guy, walks around with candy, pretty popular with chicks?" He confirmed.

Castiel considered it. "That's him. So, you know him?"

"I mean, I'm acquainted with him and his group." Dean frowned slightly. "You know, Michael, Lucifer.." His eyes suddenly turned up brightly, and his lips quirked up in a peppy smile. "Lucifer, most of all, but only because he's obsessed with Sammy."

"Your brother?" Castiel asked. Wasn't it Sam? Had he heard wrong?

"Yeah, Sam." Dean corrected. "Calling him Sammy has become a habit, and he hates it so much that I can't bring it in myself to stop." He grinned. "So, yeah, Lucifer has a hard one for Sam."

"You mean," Castiel lips curved in an amused smile too. "Lucifer has a crush on your brother?"

"Big-time." Dean grinned, as if the matter was of great pleasure to him. "That's kinda why I know him. He's a proper pain in the ass, no doubt, but it's fun to watch Sam squirm and get awkward, you know?" Dean grinned. "And from knowing Lucifer, I also came to know Michael, who could frankly be a cool guy if he weren't the golden boy of the school. But then, he's always dead-serious, like every person on Earth were plotting to kill him, so one can't really talk to him properly."

Castiel laughed, "That is so true! He does do that!" He nodded, enthusiastically.

"And then, there's Raph or Ralph, I don't know, something like that," Dean tried to remember. "But he's all quiet, like he's secretly judging everyone, you know? And he's always all broody, and never really does much, just slinks around with his brothers- wait a second, he's not your brother too, is he?" He suddenly pulled back.

"Not that I'm aware of." Castiel smiled smally. "They just have this whole act going on, 'of the same brethren' kind of thing."

Dean scoffed. "They strive to be as awesome as their juniors, a.k.a. us." He spoke casually, and then straightened immediately. "I mean...not to mean any disrespect, but..."

"They are the 'Dean Winchester's of senior year, no doubt." Castiel remarked, regretting it the moment it reached his brain through his ears, and wondering why his brain hadn't thought the better of it before saying it out loud.

But Dean brightened, and grinned again. "But they're four, and I'm the one and only." He smirked. "And, plu-" he stopped, since Gabriel walked out of the club at that very moment, followed by Lucifer, Michael and Raphael, in that order. Castiel met Gabriel's eyes, and mirrored his smile.

"Hey, guys." He did a very light, sarcastic tipping of his hat, gesturing in particular to Lucifer. Castiel knew he'd never again look at Lucifer the same, but he managed not to burst out laughing. Dean continued, smoothly as always. "Great day, isn't it?"

"It's night, but if only you had eyes." Michael replied, surprisingly coolly, almost with a deep stare at Dean. Castiel noticed it, and felt there was something there. Like...was that how Castiel stared at Dean? Heavens, he sighed. He hoped not. "Or brains, for that matter."

"Oh, I do know it's night!" Dean replied in a sarcastically highly enthusiastic voice. "I was just making senseless small talk, which is tape-recorded in my brain from our previous meetings, because I really don't wanna talk to you." He pouted, and Castiel noticed, helplessly staring as usual, that even from the side, his jawline was just as gorgeous. "You see, you guys, you're incredibly boring."

Lucifer snorted, as Michael just regarded Dean with a cold stare. "Did you whine out something, princess green-eyes Winchester."

"Do you really think being mean to me is the way to my brother's heart, Lucifer?" Dean purred back.

Lucifer glared back. "I'm gonn-"

"Yeah, well. That's enough small talk." Dean faked a yawn, but did it beautifully. "I'm gonna be going in now," he gestured towards the club, "Take care, you guys, and don't let the chill freeze the sticks up your asses. I hear that's painful." He turned to me, as Lucifer, Michael and Gabriel muttered something amongst themselves, and Gabriel began walking towards towards his car, followed by Lucifer going towards his own.

"I'm going, Dean." Castiel turned towards Dean, who was looking at him with a large grin. "And good joke." Castiel smiled.

Dean chuckled. "Thank you." He raised his hand, in a 'bye' gesture. "Take care, sweetheart."

"Please don't call me that in public." Castiel pleaded, since Michael stood very close, probably waiting for Lucifer to arrive with the car.

"Okay, honey." He winked.

"Maybe something not from the 1970s?" Castiel rolled his eyes.

"I'd call you 'baby' which is the most common name these days," Dean spoke with the air of someone who was fifty years old. "And I've already got someone to call that anyways."

"Who?" The word slipped Castiel's lips before he could rein it in.

"Hey, hey, don't gimme your sad-face, Novak," Dean winked. "Not a mistress. You're not getting out of his relationship on the basis of my infidelity."

"This is not a relationship."

"What a perfectly 'Castiel Novak' thing to say," Dean dramatically rolled his eyes. "I guess, to you, it's just me trying to get you to fall in love with me, huh? After all of this time and all we've been through together, this is just one-sided to you, isn't it?"

"Dean, I meant like, perhaps, my name. If you haven't forgotten it yet." He teased.

"Ha ha, very funny, Castiel." Dean grinned broadly. "I'll see you tomorrow, and I'll have thought of a good petname by then." He blew him a kiss.

Castiel found it difficult to breathe following Dean's air-kiss. "U-uh.. Yeah."

Dean kept grinning, and standing there on the sidewalk, as Castiel got into Gabriel's expensive golden Buick Roadmaster; shotgun. He waved at Dean, before realising he probably looked like a idiot doing it, so stopped, and raised the car windows; almost in a hurry. Gabriel started the car, and off they were.

"That was Dean Winchester, huh?"

Castiel was slightly surprised. 'Who else looks-slash-talks like that?' He was tempted to say, but he contented himself with pressing his lips together and nodding his head. "Uh-uh."

"You...you hangout with Dean Winchester?" Gabriel asked, after a moment's break. "I mean, I had no idea, you guys were even friends."

We're not. He's just trying to make me fall in love with him, which is why he's being super charming and hanging around with me, Castiel wanted to answer. But he once again, just nodded his head. "Sort of."

"Well," Gabriel turned his head towards Castiel with a cautious look before he turned back to the road. "He's not exactly the best company, if you know what I mean.."

"I know." Castiel cut him off, annoyed that Gabriel was talking to him like an elder brother who knew more than he did. "But you hang out with Lucifer an-" he countered, but was cut off.

"That's different." Gabriel breathed out. "I'm...we're a group. Are you..are you a part of Dean Winchester's group?"

"This isn't middleschool." Castiel muttered back, knowing it wasn't exactly the answer to Gabriel's question. It set his mind pondering too. Of course, he wasn't even close to being a part of Dean's group. Dean's group. The popular guys and girls. He was a nobody. There was no doubt about that.

"Yeah, no, 'tis the sequel." Gabriel shrugged. Castiel pursed his lips, his eyes on the road.

"It's not a big deal, Gabe." He mumbled.

"Yeah, and I know my li'l bro can take care of himself." Gabriel grinned. "Just saying, anyhow, that Dean Winchester is bad company. He's not the I-have-too-much-sex-so-I'm-bad bad, he's... More serious than that."

Castiel wished Gabriel wouldn't talk like that. "Okay..."

Gabriel took a left turn. "You know what? I'm sorry for talking like that. It's completely your business who you hangout with. Jus' looking out for you."

"Yeah, thanks." Castiel smiled a bit, relieved.

"Do you, though, have a crush on him?" Gabriel's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Because I happen to know, he's available." Of course, Dean Winchester was available. The last relationship he'd had was back in Freshman year, and after the alleged breakup with Lisa Brandon, he'd been sleeping around, hooking up with girls, single or taken.

"No." Castiel shook his head firmly. Although he wants me to be. "Not at all. He's just a..friend, just a guy I was talking to tonight...nothing more. I do not have a crush on him."

"That's one too many times." Gabriel noted quietly.

"No, it's not." Castiel stated clearly. Of course, didn't have a crush on Dean Winchester. Dean is only a ridiculously good-looking guy who was looking to make Castiel fall in love with him. Who was unfairly sexy. Wait, he repeated that, didn't he? Let's do it again. Dean Winchester was only a really cute guy with the brightest and prettiest eyes in the World who wanted Castiel to fall in love with him. That was it.

"Fine, brother." Gabriel put the hand he usually kept on the gear, on Castiel's shoulder. "Just askin'."

"Yes, alright."

There was silence for a while.

"By the way, did I tell you what I and Balthazar did tonight..." Gabriel began enthusiastically, and the rest of the car journey was spent in recalling Gabriel's tales of the night. Castiel usually didn't mind. He liked hearing the bizarre stuff they did, about their experiences with girls and guys alike, about their stupid games of Dare, and Seven Minutes in Heaven. But today, he was in the mood to think to himself. About the entire night. Properly process everything. Like he sealed with everything else.

For the first time in a very long time, something had actually happened that made him wanna sit down in a quiet corner, close his eyes, and actually think about it all. It was a good feeling. And for a moment, Castiel didn't mind being chosen at the victim in the gang's stupid game. He was happy, that things were finally happening in his life. These days, everybody was either getting girlfriends and boyfriends - Charlie - or taking up jobs for the afternoon - Garth, at the pet centre - or getting into research and looking into colleges - Kevin. He was happy that finally there was something for him to think about while going to sleep - not Dean Winchester's eyes, but the situation, he meant - and there was some tingling feeling.

It was an unfamiliar exciting feeling, which came with the added essence of Dean Winchester.

And Castiel liked it.

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A/N: I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS SMALL! I PROMISE CHAPTER FOUR IS LARGE, I'M ALREADY DONE WITH IT, SO LEAVE BEHIND YOUR LOVE AND BE ASSURED THAT THE NEXT ONE IS ALONG THE WAY! DO COMMENT IF SOMEONE WANTS TO BE ADDED OR REMOVED FROM THE TAGLIST! SHEYA OUT!

And here's the link to this fic on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13898307

[m-lokisson]

My very first high school AU