heeeeey guys :) this is my holiday AU fic, i hope it's good and you love it!
please R/R I've never done one like his before and i'm getting my sea legs here!
PROLOGUE:
It's the first week of college, junior year. Is there a more pointless year in college? No. But this is the year for major mistakes, and major discoveries.
Dean walks down the sidewalk next to the Walker building, one hand hooked in the strap of his backpack. His boots scuff along the pavement as he heads to stupid History class. Why on earth a psychology major has to take general core classes like math and history is beyond him. All he wants to learn is why people are so fucked up toward one another.
As Dean sits at a table, he takes his phone out for a quick look and sees a message from Sammy.
How's class? So jealous you're in college, high school blows!
Dean stifles a laugh, pocketing his phone and throwing a glance around the room from his seat in the back corner. All of the kids in there seem nice enough, but truth be told Dean has never felt like he belonged here much. Living away from Sam and Bobby, their adopted dad for all intents and purposes, was getting to him. But Bobby was right, Dean needed to get out and explore before the real world crashed down around him.
Dean barely notices when a boy with tousled black hair sits next to him, opening a laptop and an energy drink. The kid turns to Dean with a smile.
"Hey, my name's Castiel. Aren't you…Dean Winchester?" he asks, scrunching up his face to remember before shining another smile Dean's way.
"Uh, yeah" Dean replies. He can't help but notice how cute the kid is, but his past tells him that looks are nothing if not deceiving. He blushes and turns away from the bright blue eyes as they turn down, curious.
"You're in my Anatomy class too; I recognized your face from yesterday's roll call. You just taking this class for a core requirement, or are you a major?" Castiel asks, cocking his head to the side slightly. Dean heaves a sigh because the movement is adorable, and he shouldn't be checking this guy out. He wasn't ready to get back in the game yet, despite what his house mate thinks.
"Uh, no I'm a psych major. This is just a core credit," Dean replies, his fingers twisting on top of the table. Castiel notices the discomfort and turns back to his laptop, taking a sip from his energy drink and pulling a face from the taste.
Dean notices the boy's clothes out of the corner of his eye. Dark, tight skinny jeans, blue vans that match his eyes perfectly, and a soft, fashionably rumpled white button down hug this small man's body in a way that makes Dean wish he could peel the second skin off this…Castiel, was it? Dean regrets being so flat and lifeless, he just… can't flirt anymore. Not after what Alistair put him through a few months back. He cringes internally, wishing he could be nicer to this sweet Cas kid, but he can't trust anyone or anything right now, not even his own judgment.
~0~0~
After the rest of his classes, Dean goes back to his apartment a block from campus, which he shares with one other guy, Gabriel. They make quite a household with Dean being bisexual and Gabe being a flaming homosexual. Gabriel is Dean's favorite person on campus, because he always has something going on. Listening to his stories is a great way to unwind and learn to smile again. They didn't know each other before college, so Gabe has only known the Dean since Alistair, but he was there when Dean got away, and Gabriel helped him hold on and stay alive through the transition back to normal life.
Today, Gabriel is telling him about some cute little freshman he flirted with all over campus, giving the kid the "tour of a lifetime" which Dean took to mean that they wound up in a bathroom stall somewhere. At the derisive look he cries "I did NOT fuck the poor boy! Not yet anyway," he murmurs huffily, glowering at his housemate. "Did you see anything tasty out there today?" he asks, handing Dean an uncapped beer.
Dean blushes slightly and tries to hide a smile, but Gabriel knows him all too well anymore. "Gasp!" he cries, popping a hand over his mouth in mock-surprise. Dean cocks the tiny gay man a smile and laughs uncomfortably. "Boy or girl?" Gabe asks, sipping on his glass of wine.
"Uh, it was a boy, not sure what year though. He's in my history class." Dean shifted his feet.
"Did you initiate the conversation or him?" Gabriel was a psych major too, and was trying to break down the kid's motives. Dean sighed heavily.
"He did. He was really cute. Black hair and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. Kinda small though." Dean liked his partners to be smaller than him, but this boy was pretty scrawny. He smirked to himself; he might break the poor kid if he got too excited. His mind drifted to how the skinny jeans clung to Castiel's small, perfectly cuppable ass and around his thin claves…calves that needed to be hooked around Dean's hips.
Gabriel watched Dean's face as he thought, wondering how hard to push Dean to jump for the chance at something new. It had been over six months since the abuse ended; surely he could handle a trial relationship!
"Do you think he was a bottom?" Gabriel asked, stealing the thought from Dean's absent mulling. A flush crossed the taller man's face and his eyes cast down.
"Gabe, I don't even know if the boy is gay!" he huffed out, exasperated. "Going to go do some homework, lay off for a bit!" he called over his shoulder as he stomped up the stairs.
Gabriel whipped out his phone and texted his friend, Katarzyna.
Gabriel to Katz: I think we have a winner! Dean's into your little friend! Good set-up on the schedule ;)
She responded almost immediately.
Katz to Gabriel: everything I do is perfect, but I'm SURE I don't know what you mean 0:)
Gabriel to Katz: yeah right. How do we get them together?
The schemers spent the rest of the night plotting away at hooking up Dean and Castiel.
~0~0~
Castiel went to his last class, wondering what was so off about the boy he spoke to in History. Of course, he had noticed Dean in Anatomy, but was too far away to really strike up conversation. He was squarely in Cas's 'type' being tall, muscled, and of course gorgeous. Those green eyes sent lightning bolts straight to his groin! All throughout English Cas was more absorbed in the strange man than his boring, monotone teacher.
Cas went home after class, walking in to his empty studio apartment and kicking off his shoes. His evil Spanish teacher had already assigned the students a project of a 10 page paper and presentation due by the end of the month, and it was September 5th. Letting out a huge groan, Cas pulled out his phone and called the other two members of his group, Allie Wheeler and Katarzyna Mishnowski, an old friend. Allie's went to voicemail, and Katarzyna's rang three times before she picked up.
"Hello?" she said in a much huskier voice than he had heard in class earlier. Cas was suddenly certain that he had interrupted something. There was a soft moan in the background, but it was muffled quickly. He stammered out,
"Hey it's Castiel. If this is a bad time I can call later, or text."
"Oh, um… do you mind if I come round in like 20 minutes?" she asked. So she was out somewhere.
"Sure, you know I'm on Trunk Street now right?"
"Yup! I'll be there in a jiff. Gotta finish a job first." And she hung up.
Right on time, Katarzyna arrived. Even though he was definitely gay, Cas had to admit that this girl radiated sexuality. His eyes widened at her presence in the doorway.
"You'll have to forgive me love, I was working a job over on Second Street, wouldn't do well to leave them hanging. What's up?" she asked, strolling through his door as he shifted to allow for room. Cas shut the door quietly and turned to face the woman standing in his living room in a tiny skin tight red dress that clung to every one of her sumptuous curves like a second skin, and huge black pumps with metal spikes down the heel. Her soft honey-blonde hair flowed down her back with ease, and red lipstick painted her plump lips. Blue and gold-flecked eyes flickered to his, waiting for an answer. He rolled his eyes and offered her a glass of wine.
"Where do you work now, Katz?" Cas asked, remembering his voice.
"I don't work anywhere. For myself, honestly. School bills need to get paid, et cetera." She rolled her eyes, and tugged off her thigh length black pea coat. Cas had the distinct impression that his friend had put herself up for hire.
"Well, I have this place to myself, so I was thinking if we wanted to meet here a few days a week we could have this thing knocked out fast. That way we aren't rushing to get it done last minute?" Katarzyna sipped at her wine, visibly relaxed now. She agreed to the terms, and saying that she knew the other partner from another class so she would be sure that Allie knew.
"Katarzyna," he started, using her full name which he never did. "are you…selling yourself?"
"Ah, no love of course not! I'm a Dominatrix for hire. Couples generally bring me in for a night of passion that they can't achieve themselves. Whether they're too shy or whatever the issue. I don't have sex with any of them." she finished her wine and stood, pecking a soft kiss on Cas's cheek before bidding him adieu. Her attention turned to her cell as it beeped in her jacket pocket, and she closed the door behind her with a wink to Castiel.
His thoughts turned back to Dean, and he went to take a shower and read his textbooks before bed.
~0~0~
Across campus, Dean had fallen into a fitful sleep on his open book.
ps- this is already written, i'm just releasing it slowly to test the waters before i take the plunge!
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