Castiel's POV

Two weeks have past since Dean's and his little skipping adventure. Castiel, who had found it hard to keep his eyes off of Dean when he was around, was no longer pushing the boy away, though he still refused things like physical contact. In fact, Castiel accidently shoved Dean into the wall when he snuck up behind him. After apologizing for like three hours, Dean finally forgave him, but continued to tease him about it for the last five days, until today that it.

No, he could sense the fear rolling off Castiel in waves as he woke up that morning, the angel curled in a ball on his bed, his heart thudding in his chest. Castiel didn't notice Dean of course, as he was too busy staring at his phone in awestruck horror.

Michael 7:45 am

Hey, I'm coming over around 5 today. I have something important to discuss with you.

As Castiel read over the message again, his breathing became heavier, tangling his fingers in his hair as he pulled his head closer to his knees, his throat feeling like it was closing on him. Angels were known to be physic. What if Michael had seen his attraction to Dean? Would he pull him out of school? Would he erase Dean's memories? Would he punish Castiel?

These thoughts ran through his head and soon, he was struggling to breath, mentally clawing at his throat as his body froze, unable to move. He felt a presence behind him, which set his panic aflame even more, clouding his thoughts.

"CAS!" Dean shouted, his voice barely heard over Castiel's gasps for breath, the oxygen feeling as if it were leaving his body. He felt his roommate flip him onto his back, his wings folding awkwardly under his body and sending spikes of pain through his spine, but even that was muted and he could feel nothing but the soft touch of Dean as he cupped Castiel's face, yelling his name again.

Castiel's vision swayed back and forth quickly, forcing him to close his eyes as he began to feel light-headed. He could feel himself heading towards the blackness of unconsciousness, only to be snapped back when he felt a soft breath on his face, his eyes snapping open to meet the gaze of Dean, though he was so close that he could only see his face.

"Breathe with me." He said before taking a deep breath, running his hands soothingly over Cas' cheekbones and jaw with his thumb, keeping pace with his breathing as he slowly breathed in and out. Struggling to focus, he took a struggling breath, only to cut off as the breath caught in his throat. Dean ran his hand over his face slightly faster, murmuring encouraging words.

Castiel soon began breathing normally again, especially with the help of Dean as he continued to softly urge Castiel on. He didn't remember grabbing Dean's jacket, but as he slowly regained thought process, his fingers rubbed over the smooth leather, concentrating on the slow breathing boy above him.

"Good job" Dean whispered, smiling softly as he stroked Castiel's cheeks a few more times before finally pulling away, though he watched the angel carefully in case of another attack. Castiel slowly sat up after him, feeling utterly exhausted, but safe nonetheless. It was strange for an angel to have such strong emotions, but Castiel was always a strange angel.

"What made you freak out like that?" Dean asked, sitting on the bed beside Castiel, worry covering his gaze. Castiel bit his lip, glancing at his sheets where the phone laid, surprisingly still glowing.

"My brother's coming over after class." Castiel mumbled, switching the phone off. He didn't even want to look at the message again, much less think about it. Dean furrowed his eyebrows, tipping his head.

"Your brother made you freak out? Did....something happen?" Dean asked, making Castiel look at him in shock. Was Dean insinuating that Michael would ever hit Castiel? Well, maybe he had a few times, but he never would have done it without a good reason. Castiel shook his head sharply, though it only made him feel slightly dizzy.

"N-no! It's just that..." He trailed off, looking at the male beside him. How could he tell Dean that he was scared that his brother knew he was attracted to his roommate? A guy nonetheless. Yep, he was screwed, especially when his eyes lingered on the angulars of his face.

"It's just what?" Dean asked, his eyes narrowing a bit as he studied Castiel. He shifted in his seat, fiddling with the sleeves of his trenchcoat. Of course he couldn't work out how to make his wings invisible again, and it was really driving him crazy.

"It's because I'm doing.....things, things that Michael doesn't need to know about." Castiel said, swallowing thickly as he thought of what would happen if Michael read his mind. He would have to be extremely careful about the barriers around his thoughts when he was around, but for now, he craved the comfort that he had felt in the Impala that day.

"What kind of things?" Dean pressed, but Castiel didn't answer. He let his head drop, looking at his blanket as he slowly sunk into the spirit world. He heard Dean say his name softly, but he ignored it, feeling the soul of him becoming more apparent than the physical form.

He kept his head down so Dean wouldn't see the glowing in his eyes, but he mentally reached out towards him, the tendrils already waving around him softly. It finally made sense to Castiel why his soul did that, and it was all because of how bright and caring the Winchester actually. The soul wasn't seeking comfort, it was wrapping everything in a protective layer, like a sheild or blanket.

Castiel leaned closer to it subconsciously, feeling the soft brush of maybe skin or cloth, Castiel couldn't quite tell. The tendrils of Dean's soul waved around him, brushing around his own and leaving Castiel safe and warm. It made him feel like he could get through the day with Michael without a single trouble. But even such a wonderful feeling has to come to an end eventually.

His mind faded back to the real world, the souls slowly fading and being replaced by a body. He took a deep reluctant breath, instantly missing the warmth as he looked up at Dean. The male hadn't moved the entire time, but as Castiel raised his head, he put his hands on the angel's shoulders.

"Cas?" Dean said softly, looking even more worried now. Castiel never let the green-eyed boy touch him, and to let him now was something Dean could just not comprehend. But Castiel didn't care right now. He just wanted to get through the day.

"Let's go to class"

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Castiel was nervous once again as he waited outside his college dorm for Michael to get there. The air around him was cool,and it made him shiver despite the warmth the trench coat gave him. Then he saw his brother and his shivering became more prominent. His bother just smiled, not catching anything wrong with Castiel.

"Hey brother. Still not used to your human form yet?" He asked with a grin, patting Castiel on the head softly before looking at the dorm room. "How has school been the past few days?"

"It's been fine." Castiel replied, forcing himself to relax. His brother wouldn't find out anything. "Class has been good, I'm getting along with my roommate, the teachers'-"

"You have a roommate?" Michael interrupted, his eyes glowing with intimidation. Castiel shrunk away, trying to make himself as small as possible. Better get it over with now before he actually meets Dean.

"Yes, I have a roommate, but he doesn't know anything." Castiel said, an almost possessive tone coming through his voice. He didn't know why, but Michael's hostility made his chest burn with anger.

"Well, let's go meet this roommate of yours." Michael growled in response, shooting a glare at Castiel. Castiel met it evenly, and he turned, walking into the dorm room. It was obvious Michael didn't like Castiel's defensiveness, especially since he never stood up to the archangel before. And Castiel could tell it to, because his heart was racing and thoughts of panic were running through his mind.

What was he thinking getting an attitude?

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To say it was awkward would be an understantement. Michael said absolutely nothing when they got to Castiel's dorm, and ignored Dean's attempts at conversation. Currently, Castiel had convinced Dean to help him make dinner, and they were in the kitchen while Michael waited in the small living room. 

"Your brother doesn't seem to like me very much, does he?" Dean asked as they made spaghetti, putting the water on. Castiel sighed, leaning against the counter as he looked at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck.

"He just doesn't like the fact that I have a roommate. I wasn't supposed to after all." Castiel explained, flinching as he thought of how his brother was treating his only friend. He hoped that Dean could look past it.

"What? Was there a reason that you needed to be alone?" Dean asked, looking at him with a bit of worry. Castiel felt a pang in his chest as he accidently saw into Dean's mind; the green-eyed boy was worried that he had made it hard on Castiel.

"There was." Castiel admitted, noticing Dean's breath catch in his throat, "but I would be lying if I told you that I regret ever meeting you." Castiel turned red as he spoke, rubbing the back of his neck. Dean's face broke into a grin and he walked over to Castiel, patting him on the shoulder. Castiel wanted to jerk away from the touch, but the need to feel that comfort won over and kept him in place.

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy your company." Dean replied, a cheekiness appearing on his face before he turned back to the spaghetti, putting the noodles in. Castiel watched him, his eyes tracing over the muscles that showed clearly through the tight t-shirt. He swallowed, wetting his lips with his tongue as he struggled to look away.

"Castiel" Michael growled and the angel snapped from his trance, looking over at his brother who was leaning at the doorframe. Dean looked at him as well, a look of digust crossing his face, but Michael didn't notice, or pretended not to. Castiel took a deep breath and walked over to his brother, who motioned him to the living room.

"What are you thinking?" Michael growled the minute they were out of Dean's ear range. Castiel flinched under his hatred filled glare, trying to keep an arms length away from Michael. "He could figure out at any minute what you are. You're getting too close to him!" He spat, and Castiel moved even farther away, his wings twitching under his trenchcoat at the urge to fly away.

"I'm not getting too close to anyone! And even if I was, it's my decision and not yours!" Castiel hissed under his breath, feeling his grace beginning to stir. He knew Michael could wipe him off the face of the planet, but Dean certainly was worth defending.

"Do you really think that I'll allow you to do whatever you want?! You have another thing coming if you think that you can rebel against me!" Michael growled, grabbing Castiel by the trenchcoat and throwing him against the wall. Castiel felt his heart race with the noisy thump, hoping Dean wouldn't walk in and see the angel under the grasp of Michael.

"You want to do whatever you want, huh?" Michael spat, his eyes livid with his anger. His hands glowed as he dragged Castiel away from the wall, ripping the trenchcoat down the middle and allowing Castiel's wings to go free. "Good luck without being able to fly."

Dean walked in the living room, his eyes filled with worry. "Cas, are you-" He stopped speaking as he saw Castiel there, his wings quivering with Michael standing over him. Castiel felt his heart race, and he opened his mouth to speak, but a scream erupted from his throat as an unbearable pain settled in his spine.

Michael's hands were glowing as he grabbed Castiel's wing, snapping the bone. Castiel writhed on he ground, struggling to get out of Michael's grip and looked up at Dean, his vision blurred with pain and tears, black cornering his vision.

"Dean!" He screeched as Michael snapped the other wing, both of them bending in awkward angles. It must have pulled Dean out of his shock, because he grabbed something from the back of his pants, drawing it and pointing it at Michael. It was a silver gun.

"Leave the angel alone!" Dean spat, his eyes glowing with anger. Michael looked at him casually, an amused look on his face. Castiel whimpered, his brain unable to comprehend what exactly was going on. All he could think was that he needed to save Dean.

"You knew he was an angel then?" Michael said, almost as if he was amused. Dean only growled in response, his eyes glancing to Castiel then back to Michael. Castiel, on the other hands, was concentrating as he felt blood slide down his shoulder, soaking through his sleeve, and onto his hands. He moved them quickly, drawing the sigil that he needed.

"Hey, Assbutt." Castiel choked out, getting the attention of Michael. When the archangel saw the sigil, he growled, though he couldn't do anything as Castiel slammed his hand down on it, the angel disappearing with a screech.

Castiel only heard Dean yell his name before he collasped.