Destiel: meeting again at a high school reunion au
It had been what, 20 some years since Dean barely graduated from his mediocre high school? He wouldn’t have taken the time to come out to this stupid reunion thing if it weren’t for the fact that Sam made him. He told him all the cliché things like ‘you’ll regret if you don’t go’ and ‘you’ll have fun’ but the only thing that really stuck in Dean’s mind was that he might run into the one that got away.
Castiel Novak had been Dean’s lab partner 3 years in a row. He was smart and charming even though he has the strangest sense of humor Dean had ever seen. His eyes were piercing blue against his pale skin. His dark hair was always sticking up in every direction; it was as if he had perpetual bedhead.
Even thinking about his was making his heart begin to beat faster. Soon after the heartbreak would set in.
In high school, Dean was unable to accept what he was. When he was young, Dean knew he was different. When he realized what is was that made him so different, he tried extremely hard to make sure he was seen as straight. So when Cas came on to him one day when they were studying, Dean flipped out on him. He hadn’t spoken to him since. He didn’t believe that he could be anything else. Not until he melted into a crippling depression and began to see a therapist. She helped him identify who he was.
He pulled his invitation out of his jacket pocket as he entered the hotel ballroom.
“Name?” The woman sitting at the table asked.
“Dean Winchester.” He handed her the invitation as he looked around the crowded room.
“You’re checked in. Have a great night Mr. Winchester.” He nodded a quiet thank you to her as he entered the room.
It was immediately that he saw him. Across the room with a small group chatting away. He could hear his laugh and it made his heart jump.
It had been what, 20 something years since he has seen Cas? Approximately. He shuffled his feet and made his way to the bar where he order a beer and exchange hello’s with some people he didn’t quite remember all too well.
Every time he was alone for more than a minute, he would start making his way to where Cas was standing, but always made his way back to the bar. If Sam could see him now, he’d say he looks like a lost puppy.
“Saving this seat for anyone?” Someone placed a beer next to him pulled the stool out from under the bar.
“No man, it’s all yours.” Dean’s eyes never left the bottle his hand was wrapped around. His head was swimming with what he could say to make things right with Cas. How he could approach the social butterfly and steal him away from his butterfly friends when he was just a little caterpillar stuck in shrinking cocoon?
The man took a seat at the bar, a leaned an elbow on the bar. “Do you remember me Dean?”
Dean’s eyes grew wide as his brain tried to connect the dots to what he was missing in the real world.
“Cas.” Dean smiled. “How could I forget you?” He unlatched his hand from his beer and gave Castiel a firm handshake.
“How have you been?” Dean asked, his couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face. Cas had grown into a handsome man. His pale features were stunning against his baby blue eyes and dark hair.
“I’ve been great. I’m working at a hospital not far from here. Heart Surgeon.” He smiled, “I saw you tried to come talk to me a few times. Listen…”
“Cas. All those years ago, I wronged you. And I’m sorry. I couldn’t accept who I was and not a day goes by that I don’t think about it. I’m, I’m sorry.” Dean couldn’t look into his eyes, instead he took a swig from his beer.
Castiel began to laugh. Not just a chuckle, but a full body laugh where he threw his head back and slapped his hand on the bar top a few times.
“Dean, I don’t care about what happened 20 some years ago. But if you think about it that much, maybe we can start over.” He smiled, “Hi, I’m Castiel, most people call me Cas. Wanna go get a burger? The food here sucks."
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