(So I went back and changed Gabe to Charlie. I thought that'd be appropriate since "Charlie" was a guy in real life and this is basically like a genderbend sorta thing. Okay, continue reading now :3)

A few days after the dance, Charlie got my number from Dean because she wanted to ask me something. She asked me how I thought of Dean. I knew how I felt, but I didn't want to go that far.

Ca: He's AWESOME! :D

Ch: Would there ever b a chance that u would date him?

This question boggled me. Dating? Maybe, but relationships weren't my thing.

Ca: Idk I don't really date ppl

Ch: Y not?

Ca: I dunno

Ch: Ok :(

Ca: What's with the :( ?

Ch: Because Dean likes u

I was stunned. No one's ever liked me before. Ever. I thought I liked him too, but then there was Crowley, and it just made my brain hurt.

Ca:............really?

Ch: Yes

Ca: I don't know how my parents would react to this but the thought sends chills down my spine

Ch: Ok

I chuckled as I replied.

Ca: Ok
Maybe ok will be our always

She didn't understand that reference.

I then texted Dean later that day. I just had to know. Was it true?

C: Do you /like/ me?

I sent the text and awaited a reply. It took him a little while to text me back, but it was fine. I needed time to think stuff through. Did he really like me?

And finally, at like eleven thirty, I got a message from Dean.

D: Why do you ask? (I'm so sorry I didnt reply sooner, my phone was upstairs, and i, well, I wasnt)

I chuckled quietly. Not quite what I was expecting, but then again, what was I expecting?

C: Well Charlie kinda brought it up so...

D: Would you unfriend me if I said that I did?

I smiled. He liked me. He well and truly liked me. And it was at that moment I realized that I liked him, too.

C: No. In fact I'd feel like changing my relationship status

I bit my lip and waited for a reply. It took a minute or so, but he soon did.

D: um okay wow um idk what to say okay wow I do like you, a lot.

I laughed at his shyness. It was cute.

C: I like you too, a lot ;)

D: oh umm wow I wasn't expecting this like at all in the least

C: I make a habit of not expecting stuff to happen, and it just happens. Like this for example

D: um sorry I'm shocked nobody I've ever liked has liked me back

C: I know the feeling hehe okay wow yeah now the shock is starting to sink in hehe *awkward laughter because I don't know what else to do*

And I most definitely was shocked. We liked each other? How was that even possible? Nobody ever liked me. Never. Certainly not Crowley, who, whenever I see him, makes me feel a literal pain in my chest. And not just because I had an upper respiratory infection. Because my heart literally breaks when I remember what he said.

C: It's occurred to me that we haven't actually met up since homecoming. I feel as though we should change that...

D: I feel as though you are right

C: And I feel as though my parents should be informed of this. My mom would see this coming. She calls us "Destiel". Seriously tho

We kept texting until we were both too tired. We said our goodnights and went to sleep.

The next day, I woke up and texted Dean. It took me a little while to actually send the text because I was kinda anxious, but I managed.

C: Hey there
So does this mean we're like ya know in a I dunno possibly something like a......... a relationship?
IM ONLY ASKING BECAUSE I MEAN YOU KNOW I LIKE YOU YOU LIKE ME AND YOU KNOW WHY NOT AND IF NOT THEN YOU KNOW THATS FINE
:)

I mentally kicked myself for being such a shy lunatic. It was so not hot.

D: I'd say yup however um can we not post anything specific on social media? Not yet I mean before we do anything I need my diploma because the school I am attending would prevent me from receiving my diploma if they found out I was dating a guy

That was my breaking point. Who the hell do these people think they are? Not only is that offensive in about every conceivable way, but it's pretty illegal. Why should they control whether or not you graduate based on sexual preferences? They're not God, they should stop acting like it. America the brave still fears what we don't know.

C: Dats messed up

What else could I say?

D: Agreed. Ask Charlie, seriously, we both went through so much bullshit there

And I finally snapped.

C: LOVE IS LOVE WHAT IS THE POINT WHY CANT HOMOPHOBES JUST LET US BE WHO WE WANNA BE
FREEDOM OF GAYNESS YALL!

D: well I'm bi and my mom doesn't believe bi people exist as my dad and brother are a bit of homophobes but I don't give a shit, we both like each other and if they don't like it they can both go screw themselves

C: PREACH IT BABY! :3

D: omg I'm in a relationship, this is my first relationship, and if my brother complains, I can shut him up by telling him I got in a relationship before he did

This made me laugh a good bit.

C: HAHA OMG THATS BEAUTIFUL........ Babe ;)

D: he's 19 and has never had a relationship damn this is awesome

This boy was something else, I could tell right off. He was something special.

It wasn't long before we were arranging a date; we went to see Ouija. Apparently, his folks didn't know it was a date.

My mom and I arrived before Dean did. We waited for him outside the theatre. I held a small plastic rose in my hand. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Then again, if his parents saw that I had a rose, they would probably suspect that we were on a date, so... yeah.

I could see a serious flaw in my plan here. Not only were we going against his parents' wishes, which was bad enough, but the rose had a long, long stem, which made it difficult to hide it from sight. Oh, balls.

Despite the fact that I knew I'd look like an idiot, I tried tucking the rose inside my shirt, which worked at first, but since my shirt was made from some kind of woollike material, the stem poked out of it constantly.

My mom kept laughing at me, and I would snap at her, "It's not funny!"

I texted Dean asking if he was almost there, since the movie would start pretty soon.

D: almost there

We kept waiting, I would watch people pass us by as they walked into the theatre. I saw two people walk in together, and just like that, I thought of a freaking book idea. I doubted I would ever get started on it though.

D: we're here!

Dean finally arrived, and I didn't even see his parents. They just dropped him off. I didn't even have to freaking worry about the freaking rose. Naturally.

We went in and got our tickets, a large bucket of popcorn, and some drinks. As I held the rose behind my back, I was slightly jittery, but I expected that. I eventually tapped him on the shoulder and held out the rose for him.

He smiled and took it. "Thanks."

As we waited for the popcorn and refreshments, we made meager small talk.

"So, yeah, I have no idea how these things work." I chuckled.

He laughed too. "Yeah, me neither."

"I mean, it's like... human contact? Who needs it? I'm fine without it."

I searched through my wallet trying to find cash, which I had plenty of. I had some fives, a couple tens, a twenty, and a ton of singles.

"Stripper singles." Dean joked, causing us both to laugh.

Once we got seated in the nearly empty room, I was already diving into the popcorn. Ouija had been playing for a while, so there weren't many people there. Just me, Dean, my mom, a young couple, and a single guy putting his feet up on the empty row of seats in front of him.

When the previews began, I realized how rarely I went to the theatre. There were particularly loud moments that made me jump slightly. I could feel the sounds in my eardrums.

We were making jokes most of the time. Like when Debbie hanged herself with the Christmas lights, I whispered, "Whose bright idea was that?"

We were laughing quietly most of the time. They were terrible jokes, but it didn't matter.

Our relationship meant everything to me. I'd never been so happy. I'm not usually into sappy, cheesy stuff, but the first time I got lost in his eyes was the first time I started believing in miracles. Because it was a miracle that I could find someone who can make me forget my depression.

The song we first danced to, "Amazed" by Lonestar, that was our song. It would always be our song.

Around Christmastime, I drew a Christmas card for him in extreme detail. I put a lot of work into it, and it came out pretty well. I made a little arts and crafts wreath as well, using a pipe cleaner, beads, and a red bow that I tied to it.

Dean Winchester. He was seventeen and was attending a different school from me and somehow ended up going to homecoming at my school. I like to call it fate. He moved here from Maryland a few years back and was depressed and nearly killed himself because he thought nobody cared about him, which caused him to cut himself for about five years of his life. His favorite TV shows were Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Sherlock. His favorite color was blue. His favorite animal was the snow leopard. He loved to read and write almost as much as me. He had a homophobic family consisting of a mom, a dad, and an older brother who is apparently an asshole. He's applying to different colleges, including Oberlin College in Ohio. This made me wish he could get accepted there so that we wouldn't be too far apart when I was forced to move. He hasn't been admitted yet, he's still waiting to hear from them. And he has a boyfriend. And that boyfriend's name is Castiel Novak.