Changed my layout in honour of the day
I shall now head off to work with all the rest of the mindless zombies
this is so awesome.
And everyone hates cops. We have good ones out there… Just sayin.
This is so sweet. He by no means was responsible to help but as a compassionate human he did. Things like this make me realize maybe the world isn’t to damaged.
“Are you going to be around this evening Dean? I thought maybe we could order take-out or something …”
Castiel is relieved that his voice comes out sounding at least close to normal, though he feels anything but. He knows Dean won’t be around. He never is on Tuesdays, because he has a study group with Jo and some of the others from his course. At least, that’s what he says. Castiel happens to know it isn’t true; has known ever since he mentioned it to Jo in passing and she had no idea what he was on about. She tried to cover afterwards of course, but Castiel could see the confusion on her face, to be replaced by pity when she realised what had happened. And it hurts.
It hurts because he and Dean have been friends since High School, and he thought it was what Dean wanted too when they talked about rooming together, but now he thinks maybe Dean didn’t know how to say no.
It hurts because Castiel has always been awkward, but Dean seemed not to mind – maybe even seemed fond of his eccentricities – and has always made time for him, but now he thinks perhaps Dean just feels sorry for him.
It hurts because Castiel has been in love with Dean since Senior year, when it suddenly dawned on him that Dean is really everything you could want in a partner: good, kind, loyal, generous and yes, beautiful, and that those butterflies in his stomach had nothing to do with anxiety and everything to do with Dean’s smile. And he had been ok with knowing it would never happen; knowing that Dean would never feel the same way. Having him in his life had been enough.
Except now… now he feels like maybe he doesn’t even have that since Dean is clearly making excuses to spend time away from him. And it hurts.
I wrote one where he said he was at study group, but it turned out he was going to a songwriting class, if that’s the one you’re thinking of? it’s only little though: poorbeautifuldean.tumbl…
Ah! It was you!
Can I just say how much I love you for writing this tho
I’m going to save it for eternity now so I don’t lose it again
Might be a long shot but I’m hoping someone can point me in the right direction cause it’s driving me insane
I’m trying to find a destiel college fic I read a while ago. It was a kind of ‘misunderstanding’ story where Dean was going out every night and Cas assumed that Dean had moved on from him and was off making new friends
Ring a bell for anyone?