I know I'm freaking crazy for starting a new story, when I still have two unfinished fics. For those of you reading CW and Cowboy & Camel don't fret. I will finish them. CW has two remaining chapters and I love Cowboy. So I won't neglect them.
Sixteen year old Dean Winchester and his close friend and fellow classmate, Jo Harvelle were busy handing out copies of the PTBP (Proud TO Be Pure) club's agenda for its afternoon meeting. The two Lawrence Senior High juniors established the club which advocated teen abstinence and also served as a bible study group. Dean's father was the town's pastor and as his eldest son he was a good little soldier, who followed his father's example. John Winchester ran a strict household and expected his three sons to be good models for the other children of his parish. Sam, the middle child tended to involve himself in verbal arguments with his sire because he questioned their faith every so often. Adam was too young at the age of six. The boy tended to do things most kids his age did.
John's first wife, Mary passed away nine years ago as a result of a brain tumor. After his beloved wife's tragic passing, John Winchester emerged himself deeper into his religion. He met Kate Milligan a year after Mary's death. She was a parishioner from the Lonely Shepherd, who also lost her spouse. In her case her late husband died after suffering a heart attack. The pastor and his congregant bonded over their mutual losses and soon married. A little over a year later, Karen discovered she was with child. Alas, her joy was short lived. Karen died a few hours after giving birth to Adam. She'd been suffering from a bad case of preeclampsia. On that day, John Winchester vowed never to become romantically involved with anyone else for the remainder of his life. Nursing two broken hearts was more than he could handle.
One thing John never lost was his faith in God. He knew there was a reason the Lord took his two wives to Heaven. He planned on having a one on one conversation with the Almighty, once he made his way beyond the pearly heavenly gates. One of the main reasons Sam argued with his father was exactly over this. If God was so just then why did he allow good people like his mother and Karen to suffer and die young? John would always reply because they served their purpose on Earth and God wanted them at his side. Sam would roll his hazel eyes and go on his way.
Dean never fought with his father. He was obedient and did everything his father told him to do. It was John's idea for Dean to start a bible study group at school. The pastor took it upon himself to pay Principal Roman a visit. The man attended John's church and swiftly agreed for Dean to run the group; especially if it was to promote abstinence. In the last four years, pregnancies and STDs began to rise amongst the high school's population. So Dean convinced Jo, one of his best friends, whose mother, Ellen was the church's treasurer to help him run the club. They were lucky to get the auto mechanics instructor, Mr. Singer to be the faculty sponsor.
Every Thursday afternoon after school, PTBP club met for two hours. The eight members sat in a circle to read a bible passage and discuss it. Then they would share anecdotes about significant occurrences in their lives during the previous week. Becky Rosen, the bubbliest member of the bible study group jumped up and down after reading this week's agenda.
"We're getting our purity rings today?!"
"Frak!" Dean hit the back of his neck. "I left them in my locker."
"You better go get them before Becky's left eye starts twitching," Jo said.
Chuck Shurley, Kevin Tran, Garth Fitzgerald, Anna Milton and Sarah Blake entered the classroom together. Chuck approached Dean and Jo. He whispered to them, "Becky is at it again."
Dean rolled his hazel eyes which were amber at the moment. "Becky, what did we talk about in the last meeting?"
Becky turned beet red. "It was the last chapter I promise!" She looked at Chuck with a thunderous glare. "Tattle tale!" She stuck her tongue out at the squirrelly looking teen.
"Homosexuality is a sin and you continue writing those sinful fics and posting them in Tumblr." Dean lectured the perky blonde.
"I'm sorry I promise no more fics." Becky pouted.
"One more strike and you're out," Jo told the shorter girl.
"Go get the darn rings, princess," the club's VP ordered Dean.
"I'm going…geez you're so bossy." Dean ran out of the classroom.
Dean decided to take a shorter route on his way back to the meeting. Once he vacated the main building and started walking through the path that linked it to the other section of the high school, Dean regretted his decision. He inhaled deeply and was met with cigarette smoke. This was the designated area in which the school's outcasts congregated at.
"What's the rush, St. Dean? Are you running late for your volunteer hours at the soup kitchen or is it an old folk's home today?" Gabriel Speight, the school's infamous trickster asked as he shared a cigarette with Fergus Crowley, troublemaker extraordinaire.
Crowley's eyes landed on the box Dean held against his chest. He strolled over to the tawny haired teen. "What you got there, your holiness?" Crowley didn't give Dean any time to move and yanked the box from him.
"Please hand that back," Dean pleaded.
Gabriel joined Crowley. Movement from the brick wall caught Dean's attention. Sitting Indian style was Castiel Novak, a fellow junior. The guy was silent as usual. Dean had never heard the boy speak. In class he sat in the back row and never participated. Dean believed the teen to be mute. He was surprised to find him hanging with the school's riff raff. Castiel puffed hard on a cigarette before exhaling three consecutive smoke rings. His electric blue eyes were glued on Dean. His expression remained neutral. He leaned his back against the wall.
Dean forgot the other two troublemakers had the box which held the purity rings. Crowley held it as Gabriel pried it open. He removed one of the rings. The two boys cackled. "Are these purity rings?" Crowley asked.
The Winchester remained silent causing the trickster and the pot dealer to laugh even harder. Gabriel wiped tears from his eyes. "Jonas Brothers in town?"
"Purity rings are a crock of shit. That little bible thumping club of yours is the school's biggest joke. I bet most of the members are knocking boots behind your back, St. Dean." Crowley finished off his cigarette and threw the stub on the grass. He stomped on it with his boot's heel. "I bet you my entire ganja supply; you're the only virgin in that silly group."
"Yeah that Rosen chick looks like a freak," Gabe supplied.
"You've had your fun. Can I have the box back?" Dean was becoming irate. He watched Castiel with the corner of his eye. The dude remained smoking and just observing everything.
"Maybe I should join the bible thumpers. I wouldn't mind getting into the red head's panties," Crowley smirked at Gabe.
"Ooh and I would totally go for the blonde. She reminds me of a drill sergeant. Jo's her name. I likes me bossy women," Gabriel told his friend.
"Enough! I was raised to respect women. Now give me the fraking box!" Dean was nose to nose with Crowley…well shoulder to nose since the pot dealer was short.
Crowley grinned before throwing the box on the grass. "Come on Gabe, let's go buy some dirty magazines and a six pack at the Circle K."
"Please spare us a sermon about how drinking booze and masturbating at seeing nude women will send us to Hell," Gabriel held his hands up in surrender.
The two unruly teens left as Dean knelt to collect the rings which had fallen out of the box. The Winchester leapt, when Castiel joined him on the grass. The dark haired teen didn't utter a word, as he picked up four rings and placed them inside the wooden box. Once he finished helping Dean, Castiel glanced at him. Dean stared at the quiet teen. Their eyes locked. Castiel licked his lower plump pink lip. Dean's gaze landed immediately there. He'd never seen another guy have lips in such a light shade. Dean's eyes wandered up and he never realized the loner's eyes were so intense. Electric was just a mild adjective to describe them. Dean blinked. What the hell was he doing? He'd been so busy thinking of the other boy's eyes, he didn't hear what he just told him. Whoa! Castiel Novak actually spoke?
"Excuse me, what?" Dean cleared his throat.
Castiel rolled his eyes. "I was saying it's a damn shame you're a virgin. The real sin is in letting this hot body go to waste." He brushed a thumb across Dean's right wrist.
Dean arched a tawny brow after hearing Castiel's voice. It was gravelly and low. "Catch you later, St. Dean. Be good and don't do something I would do." Cas winked at him before stretching his legs and standing up. He left Dean speechless. "Later"
Dean was on his way to the meeting. Castiel's words kept repeating in his head, "The real sin is in letting this hot body go to waste." Dean pulled at his short hair. Why was he also remembering the way licked his lower lip?
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