It goes without saying that I own nothing to do with Supernatural so I'm not going to tell you any different.
Castiel slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and sighed as he slammed the car door shut behind him. His older brother, Gabriel came up behind him and threw an arm around his shoulder, giving him a tight squeeze.
"Come on, loser. I have a feeling this is going to be a good year" said the older boy as he released his little brother and playfully punched his arm.
Castiel frowned as he rubbed his offended arm. "You said that last year. Now you're back because you failed and had to retake it."
"Yeah but I have my little bro by my side this time." Gabriel poked Castiel's chest with his forefingers a few times before turning around to make his way out of the parking lot.
Castiel watched his older brother bounce joyfully through the crowd in front of him wondering how he can be so positive.
Castiel hated his school. He spent the entirety of his summer dreading the day he'd have to return for his final year.
He had always struggled through his academic life. It wasn't the schoolwork which was the problem, he had no issues with homework or exams or essays; it was the social side he feared. Castiel was never accustomed to engaging with his fellow students. His knowledge on pop culture was poor and his social skills were pretty much non-existent. He spent most of his free time alone in the library or in an empty classroom to avoid confrontations from his classmates. Gabriel always tried his best to ease Castiel's life by hanging around with him to give off the illusion he had some sort of a friend. But that was usually shattered when Gabriel's group of friends pulled the trickster away from his younger brother.
Castiel often resented his brother for finding school so easy. He was classed as being in the 'popular group' along with Jo Harvelle, Andy Gallagher, Lisa Braeden, Adam Milligan and Dean Winchester. Castiel often suspected that Gabriel failed on purpose because he loved his time at Lawrence High so much and because he was the only one in his group scheduled to graduate a year before everyone else due to being a year older, he couldn't stand being left out.
Castiel kept his eyes on the floor as he pushed his way through the rest of the student body, mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of insults and teasing which was sure to emerge during the day.
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"You've got everything? Books? Lunch?"
"Yes, Dean!" huffed Sam as his big brother accompanied him to the main gates.
"Just making sure, dude. Don't want your first day to be a fuck up"
"It wont"
Dean looked down at Sam and smiled. He was perhaps more excited for his little brother's first day than he was. Since Dean was unofficially the boys guardian he felt some sort of parental pride as he watched him hitch his backpack higher ready for his first day of high school. Their Father had died several years ago and their Mother passed when Sam was just a baby. The paperwork stated that their close family friend, Bobby Singer, was responsible for the kid but everyone knew it was Dean who felt the weight rested on his shoulders. He wanted to do it. He wanted to be the stable adult in Sam's life.
"Oi, Winchester!"
Dean looked up as he heard his name being shouted across the courtyard outside the school's main entrance. Gabriel Novak ran towards him and him a playful slap across the back of the head.
"Watch what you're doing, Novak. Do you want to play the 'who's bigger than who' game?" Dean laughed as he wrapped an arm around the shorter boys neck and slightly tightened his grip.
"Yeah and I'm older, Winchester, so fuck off!" Gabriel chocked under Dean's grip.
Dean released his friend and laughed. "Dude, this is my little brother, Sammy." Sam winced as Dean turned around and ruffled the brown mop of hair on his head.
"Hey, Sam! You remember my brother, don't' cha?" Gabriel blindly reached behind him and grabbed onto a handful of trench coat to pull Castiel next to him.
"Yeah, sure!" Dean offered a friendly smile and extended a hand to the younger Novak.
Castiel stared at the gesture with confusion before offering a nod of greetings to both the Winchester boys then turned around to head to his first class leaving Dean to shrug off the encounter.
Dean was always the nicest out of the popular group to Castiel but only in the sense that he didn't throw mindless insults at him everyday.
It was known that Castiel was the weird kid but over the years no one could really remembered why. Dean Winchester joined the school at the start of last year after transferring from Texas so never really understood the blind hatred towards him so never engaged in it. Castiel had in fact developed a sort of crush on him but refused for it to be anything stronger knowing full well nothing would ever come of it. Dean Winchester was undoubtedly the hottest guy at school and regularly had his pick of the equally hot girls who were infatuated with him. So Castiel kept out of the way and used his social invisibility to admire the Winchester boy from afar. That was actually the first time Dean had ever said anything to Castiel other than "where's the bathroom" at a drunken night round the Novak household with Gabriel.
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The school bell rang signifying the start of lunch and the corridors filled with students eager to find a place in the cafeteria. Dean pushed his way through the sea of pupils to get to his locker which he swung open and collected his things for his first class after lunch.
"You don't need those, Dean. You're an idiot so why even try?"
Dean closed the door to his locker to find a tall blonde girl in a brown suede jacket leaning against the wall next to him.
"Bela. How unpleasant to see you as always." smirked Dean.
"Why don't you just give in and admit your feelings for me so we can go to your car and make out on the backseat?"
"Ever the romantic" Dean turned around and started off down the hall to try and find Sam who he had promised he'd collect for lunch.
"We all know romance isn't your area, Dean. Would you like me to list all the girls you've screwed and then hung out to dry?" said Bela.
Dean quickened his pace. "Okay I'll give you that but how do you expect us to hook up when I'm trying not to gag the entire time?"
"Oo, Dean. I didn't know you were into kinky stuff. I don't personally own any gags but we could always go for handcuffs?" winked Bela.
Dean turned around to face her but continued walking, now backwards. "Don't make me run away from you because I will." He bumped into any student that was unlucky enough to not be paying attention as he quickly placed on foot behind the other, blindly walking down the corridor getting further and further away from Bela.
"Give it time, Dean Winchester. One day you wont be able to resist!" shouted Bela who was now
"And I'll be in Hell by then!" Dean shouted back. He laughed to himself and turned around, bumping into Sam as he did so. "Hey! There you are!"
"Who were you shouting at?" asked Sam.
"Bela Talbot. She's been dying to get into my pants for two years." smiled Dean innocently.
Sam frowned in disgust as he walked past his big brother and headed for the cafeteria.
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Despite Gabriel's best efforts, Castiel made his way down the hall towards a classroom he knew would be vacant so he could eat his lunch in peace. Many people took pity on him for this but the truth be told, he preferred it. He always found himself uneasy in the presence of lots of people and was much more comfortable in his own company. On the very rare occasion that he became fed up of being alone he would risk the cafeteria and sit silently at the table in the back corner with Chuck Shurley and Kevin Tran who, like Castiel, were labeled as 'losers'. However, unlike Castiel, they were completely invisible to everyone else at the school.
Everyone knew who Castiel was. It was either as 'Gabriel Novak's nerdy little brother' or as the queer of the year. Castiel had never strutted around the school rubbing his sexuality in other people's faces but seeing as it was one of the main factors that distinguished him from everyone else it was the easiest to pick on and insult him for. He never officially came out to everyone about his preferences but once the bullies got bored of 'loser', 'nerd' and 'dick' they turn to words like 'faggot' which when they noticed had a bigger effect on him than the rest they jumped to conclusions that he was in fact a 'fag', 'queer', 'homo' or any other offensive synonym they could come up with. It just so happened their conclusions were right.
One of Castiel's many talents was not letting everyone get to him and he was determined for this new school year to be a good year for him.
Once he finally reached his destination, Castiel entered the empty classroom and threw his bag on the nearest table where he sat down and gently placed his forehead against the desk. He closed his eyes for a second and reveled in the fact that the first half of the first day of the new year hadn't been too bad. The only thing to happen to him that could be classed as bullying was Alistair spent the majority of the second class today throwing various items at the back of Castiel's head. And that he could deal with. And the first item on his list of 'good things to happen' (a very short list, granted) was the fact that Dean Winchester had spoken to him and had even offered Castiel a handshake - a recognised sign of friendship - even though Castiel panicked and turned it down.
He wasn't living in some fantasy land; Castiel knew that Dean saying two words to him and offering a handshake just to be polite didn't mean the guy wanted to jump his bones but he felt obliged to treasure any nice gesture anyone gave him at school. And the fact that it happened less than ten minutes into his first day of his senior year felt like a sign that the rest of the year might pick up.
"Listen up, little bro. Whatever you do, don't tell Michael." The entrance of a recognised voice made Castiel turn his head so his cheek now rested on the desk in front of him.
"What have you done, Gabriel?" he asked with a flat expression. It wasn't a rare occurrence for Gabriel to ask Castiel something like that.
"Well I felt it my responsibility to throw an 'Opening Year' party at ours to celebrate-"
"- the start of the new school year?" Castiel interrupted.
Gabriel grinned. "Exactly! Now, Michael is out this evening for the entire evening leaving me, you, Lucifer, Anna and Balthazar in the house which is two things; the first being a very bad idea and the second being the perfect people the throw a party and destroy the evidence before Michael returns tomorrow morning." Gabriel raised his arms in the air as if to celebrate his fabulous plan.
"And you really think Uncle Balthazar is going to allow you to do this?" sighed Castiel.
"It was his idea" shrugged Gabriel.
"I don't want any part in this." Castiel turned his head back to its original place with his forehead against the cold wooden surface meaning he couldn't see his older brother.
"I didn't think you would. Which is why I've invited Dean Winchester knowing how much you want to get into that boys pants and why all I've asked of you is to not tell our oldest, scariest brother."
"He's only scary when you get in trouble and you what!? I do not want to get into Dean Winchester's pants!" Castiel sat up now and glared at his brother.
"Hmm. That's a lie. Anyway, I gotta go but you swear you wont blab?"
Castiel shrugged. "I'll be in my room the entire time acting like I didn't even know it happened."
"That's why I love ya, Cassie!" Gabriel sung as he turned on his heels and exited the room.
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Castiel sighed as he put his headphones in and turned the volume up as loud as it would go. He was laying on his bed with his laptop resting on his chest, the screen showing an episode of Doctor Who.
Gabriel's party was in full swing now and the ridiculously loud music could be heard through the floorboards. It seemed as if the entire senior year turned up and Castiel didn't make an effort to check if Dean Winchester had as well. Not that he cared or anything. Everyone had a crush on Dean Winchester, it was no big deal. Except that every time Castiel closed his eyes he saw Dean Winchester so no matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise, it really was quite a big deal.
The images on the screen in front of him was failing to keep his attention especially when the thought of Dean was making his trousers feel tighter.
He frowned as he moved his laptop off his chest to see the now not so obvious tent in his pants. He ran his hands down his stomach and under the waistband of his pajamas.
He relaxed as he wrapped his hand around himself and slowly began stroking. He closed his eyes so he could see invented images of him and Dean together, in his room, where it wasn't Castiel's own hand working at himself, it was Dean's. It was Dean's hand that tightened it's grip and quickened it's pace. He imagined the Winchester boy lying over him with his mouth attached to Castiel's ear, nipping at his lobe with his teeth, breathing in sharply as he yearned for friction against his own cock and grinding against the other boys thigh to get some sort of release. His hand working faster and faster as he did so.
He imagined Dean kissing down his chest, occasionally brushing his tongue against his skin to taste him making him shiver. He pictured what it would be like to have Dean hover over his crotch, inches from his painfully hard erection, exhaling hot breath as he swallowed him down, his lips taught.
Castiel's free hand flew out next to him to grab onto the bed sheet as he arched his back, bucking his hips onto his hand fiercely. His mouth fell open and images of Dean biting onto his neck, chest, collarbone, flooded his mind.
It took one final squeeze and one final guilty thought of Dean screaming his name for Castiel to finish, causing hot liquid to spill into his hand.
He was left breathless and hot on his bed. A loud thump from downstairs brought him back to the present and he groaned as he remembered the absurd amount of people in his house.
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Dean waited patiently in line for the bathroom in the hallway. He looked around as he waited and smiled. The Novak family damn well knew how to throw a party. He'd been to many in the two years since he'd been at Lawrence High and nothing ever compared to the ones Gabriel and his brothers threw.
"Fancy seeing you here, hot stuff." Dean recognised the voice instantly and shuddered as he turned to face Bela who was invading his personal space. "How about going somewhere a little bit quieter?"
Dean put on one of his obviously fake smiles. "I'd rather sell my soul".
"Oh come on. It makes sense doesn't it? Me; the head cheerleader, you; the hottest guy at school. It's wrong if we don't." Bela leant against the wall, her arm raised above her head with her elbow bent, trying her best to pull off being seductive. If it was anyone else but Bela, Dean would be jumping her right now.
"Sorry but I think I'll have to decline. Here's a tip though: stop trying so damn hard." Giving up his place in the line for the bathroom, Dean walked away with Bela hot on his heels. Maybe he should break into a run this time...
"Dean this is getting ridiculous. Just give in." God she sounded so needy. Maybe it was because she hadn't got any in so long. Maybe no guy in his right mind would want her. She's hot, yes, but right from the word go you could tell how clingy and bitchy she was.
Dean's train of thought was broken when he heard an irritatingly chirpy ringtone break out behind him. He turned around to see Bela moaning as she answered the call. Dean took this moment to leg it. His face a mixture of pure panic and relief as he ran through the house and bumped into Gabriel.
"Hey, man. Great party. Listen. I'm hiding from Bela before she catches my scent again. I need somewhere to hide." He stood restlessly in front of Gabriel, one hand on the shorter man's shoulder.
"Awh are you two at that game again? I don't know why you don't just bang her to shut her up. She's a hot piece of-"
"- Gabe. Just until she gets bored and leaves."
"Fine. But you are a let down to all man kind." He smirked as he thought of somewhere to run to. "Upstairs, last bedroom on the left. It's empty. You don't even need to knock."
"Thanks, man!" shouted Dean as he headed for the stairs leaving Gabriel feeling pleased with himself. His little brother will kill him for it at some point soon but right now all he had to worry about was Pamela who was waiting for him in the kitchen.
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Castiel had finished cleaning himself off. He sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands feeling miserable. He'd just had a wank thinking about one of the most popular guys in school who he'd never have a chance with even if the guy wasn't straight and it was now one in the morning and he couldn't sleep because of Gabriel's stupid party.
He debated going down there but immediately dismissed the idea when he remembered who would be there. The fact that they were in his house wouldn't stop Gordon Walker and Alistair from picking on Castiel and -if they could get away with it- giving him a homophobic beating. The same way they ended last year.
The sound of Castiel's bedroom door being swung open and then promptly being shut made jump and swing round to see who the hell it was.
Dean turned around and pressed his back to the door. "Oh. Oh, hey, man. Castiel? Sorry. Gabriel said this was cool. Does this door lock by any chance?"
Castiel stood up, his eyes wide open and his body in shock. Why was Dean bursting into his room and asking if the door locked? What did Gabriel say it was okay to do?
"D'ya mind not staring and telling me if this door locks? Also, if Bela Talbot tries to come in, I'm going to hide and you're going to tell her you haven't seen me, yeah?"
"Err..." was all Castiel could muster. He really wished he was wearing more then a flimsy pair of pajama shorts and an old t-shirt.
"Fuck it, I'll figure it out myself." Dean turned his attention to the door handle looking for some kind of key or lock before Castiel nervously came up behind him and pointed to the top corner where a gold latch was situated without saying a word. Dean grinned and twisted it up, locking the door.
Once he was satisfied Bela wasn't going to find him he turned his attention to the boy who's room he just ambushed. "How come you aren't downstairs at the party?"
"Erm... it's not really... my scene" frowned Castiel, still confused as to what Dean Winchester was doing in his bedroom. "Why are you here?"
Dean raised his eyebrows and realised he probably should explain. "Ah. Bela Talbot. She wants to have sex with me so naturally I'm hiding."
Tipping his head to the side, Castiel asked "Why hide?"
"I don't actually know anymore. It's kind of a game between us now I think." Dean looked around the room and walked over to sit at the office chair by the desk in the corner. Castiel's room was neat and tidy. The walls were bare except for the odd Star Wars poster and every surface held a large pile of books, most of them for school. Castiel was stood in the middle of the room wearing tatty sleepwear looking incredibly uncomfortable. "So... Gabriel's little brother."
Castiel sighed. That might as well be his name.
They sat in an awkward silence for a while. Castiel finally sitting down on the edge of his bed and Dean still sat there making popping noises with his mouth.
"You go to our school. I never see you around." Dean thought he should break the silence.
"I don't really take to hanging around the crowds."
"How come?" Dean raised an eyebrow in question.
"Everyone knows why." Castiel was becoming slightly suspicious at Dean's ignorance.
"I don't."
"Dean. Surely you've noticed my... popularity amongst your group of friends."
"I don't know what you mean, man." Dean leant forwards on his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Oh, come on! Gordon and Alistair! You've seen them around me! You've heard what they call me, you've seen the punches they've thrown at me, the bruises they've given me! Everyone has!" At this point, Castiel was getting aggravated. He rarely spoke about his bullies or let anyone know the effect they had on him. He thought it best if people thought he didn't care.
"Cas... I'm really sorry. I don't hang around with them. I hardly speak to them." Dean frowned. "They really do that to you?"
Fear crept over his body and Castiel sunk into himself and shook his head. "No. Not anymore. I... Please leave, Dean. I don't think Bela's going to bother you anymore tonight. Please just leave." Again Castiel was pushing people away. One of the contributing factors towards his little amount of friends was that Castiel didn't have the knowledge on how to make new ones. And when it seemed someone was reaching out, he pushed them away out of habit. No one had ever tried hard enough to break him down.
"Cas, I-"
A loud, and obviously drunken knock on the door broke Dean's train of thought. Both boys looked at each other as Castiel went to carefully open the door while Dean prepared to hide incase it was Bela.
"Cassie!" Balthazar was leaning up against the doorframe for a second before pushing past his nephew and stumbling into the room. "How you doin' mate? You alright? Yeah?" He had his hand on Castiel's shoulder who was ready to facepalm at any moment. Balthazar turned to see Dean stood across from him. "Hey. Hey, I'm Balthazar. I'm Cassie's loving uncle." He extended a shaky hand to the Winchester boy.
"Hi, Balthazar. We've met before. I'm Dean Winchester. Gabriel's friend." Out of politeness he took the man's hand who stared back at him with intent.
"Dean... Dean... Yes! Gabe invited you! Yes. You're the one who Cassie's in love with?" He turned to his nephew who was frozen on the spot and ready to either punch his uncle or vomit.
"I'm sorry?" grinned Dean. He raised his eyebrows as he stared back at Castiel who was now as white as a ghost.
Once Castiel managed to unfreeze his eyes, the rest of his body followed. His brain, however, still couldn't manage speech quite yet. "I.. err... I'm not in... Balthazar's very drunk. He doesn't know... err... what he's saying. Just assume everything he says is a lie. I think you should both leave now. What with school in the morning. I... it's best if you err... forget everything. Again, it's all a lie. Please leave." He pushed both men out of his bedroom. Balthazar looking incredibly confused in his drunken state and Dean unable to wipe the shit-eating grin off his face.
Once his bedroom door was closed and he was safe, Castiel sunk to the floor and laid there for what felt like forever.
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Castiel's first class of the day was gym and as per usual, once he finished changing (ten minutes after the rest of the boys had left the changing rooms) he sat himself on the bleachers with school work from another class, occasionally looking up to see the rest of his classmates participating in the lesson. It became an unspoken agreement between him and Coach Turner that it was fine for Castiel to spend all his gym classes this way.
Castiel hadn't spoken to Dean about last night. He didn't plan to. His plan was to stay as far away from the Winchester boy as possible and avoid any sort of confrontation. He'd never been more embarrassed in his life and he had a lot of moments to compete with.
Twenty minutes into the class, Castiel heard Coach Turner calling his name from the other side of the track. He shook his head as a response but it made the coach shout louder. Castiel sighed as he put down his books and climbed down the bleachers to the running track. Every now and then, to keep up appearances, the coach would call on Castiel to actually partake in the lesson especially when he knew Principle Zachariah was on the lurk.
As he made his way slowly to the rest of the class, Castiel saw Dean Winchester watching him.
Dean wasn't planning on talking to Castiel about his uncle's meddling the night before but after he spoke to Gabriel about it and found out that the revelation wasn't completely untrue (exaggerated, yes, but not untrue) he thought it might be a good idea. Not that Dean was offended by it or anything, he thought it would be best for Castiel's sake. He didn't want the kid thinking he was repulsed by him.
Dean watched as Cas sheepishly made his way towards everyone else. He had his hands in his shorts pockets and he was staring at the floor.
"Come on, Novak. The Principle's doing his rounds. Can't have ya not taking part. We're playing baseball so you can just stand over there and make it look like you're doing something." Castiel nodded in response. "Alright, loser's get into your places."
During the hustle of everyone moving across the field to get into positions, Dean noticed Alistair and his friend, Crowley, home in on Castiel.
"You should have really stayed at home today, Novak. I'm really not in a homo appreciation mood" said Alistair as he leant in towards Castiel.
"You have homo appreciation moods? Explains a lot" said Castiel in retaliation. If anything he really wasn't in the mood for Alistair and his unprovoked bashing.
"Watch your mouth, Novak before I break your jaw."
Dean watched as they became unaware the game had already started. He walked up to Chuck Shurley who was anxiously holding the bat, ready to swing, and took it off him telling him he had to go first. Not wanting to argue, Chuck happily let Dean take his place.
Dean took his position as Jo Harvelle threw the ball better than any of the boys could towards Dean. Making sure he had the right angle, Dean swung the bat at the perfect moment and watched the ball fly and land with a heavy thud on the back of Alistair's head.
Obviously in a lot of pain, Alistair spun around to see Dean walk confidently towards him, the baseball bat resting across his shoulders. "Sorry. You should have been paying more attention instead of picking on him" he said as he nodded at Castiel who was ready to run away at any minute.
"Fuck off, Winchester. It's none of your business who I talk to" Alistair snared, feeling a little dizzy from the blow to the back of the head. "Now walk away while I still let you."
"Out of the two of us, who's the one with the bat?" Dean raised an eyebrow towards the lanky teen.
"Dean! Alistair! I will not have you threatening each other on my field. You'll both serve detention tonight and you'll report to the principle now before you disrupt my class again!" Coach turner came marching down the field towards them.
Alistair faced Castiel and glared at him making him wince. The bully wasn't finished and Castiel knew it. He turned his back to him and made his way off the pitch, sulking as he did so and headed for the principles office.
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Once class was over, Castiel waited a decent amount of time before heading to the locker room to change. It was in everyone's best interests if he changed alone. It meant he could avoid any conflict with his fellow students especially since he indirectly got Alistair sent to the principle.
He was still confused as to why Dean stood up for him. No one ever did. Occasionally Gabriel would but that's a family thing. As a family, the Novak's were close and throughout school, they'd always stand up for each other. This year however, Gabriel didn't make it his number one to look out for Castiel. It was alright though. Castiel was very good at hiding the fact he gets brutally bullied and didn't like to draw attention to it. He'd much rather deal with it in his own way rather than have his big brother become his personal security guard. He had enough of that when Lucifer and Michael were around.
So the underlying reason no one really stood up for him, he guessed, was no one really knew how bad it was. They didn't think Castiel needed the help.
He entered the locker room and was relieved to see it was empty. Looking at his watch, he had eight minutes to change and be in his next class which was do-able.
Castiel walked across the room to where his stuff was hanging up at the back corner. He removed his gym shorts and quickly replaced them with his scruffy, faded blue jeans. Once he pulled his gym shirt off he looked through his things to find his white button-down shirt had been tampered with.
He held it up into view to find it had the word 'Faggot' scribbled over the entire shirt in red ink. No doubt the handy work of Crowley once his friend got sent to see the principle.
"Fuck!" He threw the shirt to the floor and sat on the nearest bench with his head in his hands. If there was ever a time he was ready to fall apart, it would be now. Castiel had prayed that the start of the new school year would bring peace but he'd be damned if he ever caught a break.
The sound of humming made Castiel look up. Someone was coming. It may well be the next class making their way to get changed and Castiel was still sat on a bench, shirtless and very nearly on the verge of crying.
The humming got louder as the person entered the room and went all out, going for the air guitar part of the song he was singing.
Castiel cleared his throat making Dean squeak in surprise and spin around on his heels to face the youngest Novak. "Son of a bitch! You scared the shit outta me!" He made his way across the room towards Castiel. He frowned. "What are you still doing here?"
Avoiding all eye contact, Castiel uncomfortably turned to face the floor. "No reason. What about you?"
"Gotta change at some point. I mean, I know that I rock these gym shorts but can't have the ladies staring all day." Castiel looked through his eyelashes and smiled as Dean showed off a variety of Apollo-like poses. "The whole principle thing took longer than expected." He turned his back on Castiel to return to his belongings. He whipped off his shirt and replaced it with his olive green one from before class.
"Thank you, Dean. For, um... y'know."
"Hey, man. It's no problem. I mean, you helped me out at your brother's smash last night, right? Bela never did find me in the end" he grinned. Dean frowned once more when he looked at Castiel who was still sheepishly sat on the bench, half naked and looking like he had no plans to move. He then turned his attention to the once white shirt on the floor which now had visible red writing strewn across it. "So... yeah... Alistair deserved a stand down- Is that yours?" He pointed to the shirt on the floor.
Castiel looked at it and nodded, biting on his bottom lip nervously.
Dean walked over to and picked it up to study it. "Did Alistair do this? I am going to rip his lungs out!"
"I don't know and please, Dean, it's fine."
"Like hell it is! You can't let them get away with this, Cas!" He threw the offending shirt in the nearest bin and went over to this bags where he took out his brown flannel shirt which he threw at Castiel. "Luck for you I wear, like, twelve layers."
Castiel furrowed his eyebrows. "Dean... I can't take this."
"Well you can't exactly wonder around the halls shirtless. Take it, Cas". Castiel pressed his lips together as he threaded his arms through the sleeves and did up the buttons, covering his once bare chest. "See, perfect fit."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it. Like I said, you can't walk the school half naked, you'd send half the students fainting and I'd have a rival for best body." Dean went back to attempting his Apollo-like poses making Castiel laugh. Once he stopped, Dean returned the laughter and couldn't help but notice Castiel's smile. The way his eyes lit up and how the laughter lines around them brought all the focus to his astonishing blue orbs. Dean stopped at the thought and shook it from his head. Did he really just think that? "Erm, let me just get changed and we'll head to class. Err, we have History together right?"
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