HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA!
WOOP!
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Hi guys! It's good to be back. Sure, okay, it only been a day, but shh.
This can be a standalone or sequel - but you might want to read the other one first, just so you get it more. Yeah? :S Don't worry, I confuse myself, too.
I WILL NOT be repeatedly writing my disclaimer, so if you care, read now!
Disclaimer - I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL! Sam, Dean, Castiel and Gabriel are all property of what's-his-name. Eric something.
BUT I do own this plot, so steal it. And I'll find you.
Oh, warnings. SLASH, BJ, HJ, LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, POTENTIAL SELF-HARM, ABUSE. You have been warned. No likey, no ready.
Anyway. On with the story!
Love you all
R&R!
Xx
Jo
NP.
Dean groaned, working the kinks out of his shoulders. He rolled over, staring down at Cas, smiling as his husband slept soundly, nestled into Dean's side, arms around him, one leg beween his thighs.
'Morning, beautiful.' Dean whispered, kissing his forehead. Castiel stirred in his sleep, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Dean's bare chest unconsciously, making him smile.
'Mmm.' He murmured illegibly, pulling Dean closer. Not that Dean minded.
'Cas, Castiel.' Dean said, shaking him. 'Cas, come on. Unless you want to go without a shower?' Cas's eyes snapped open, and he looked up.
'Not a chance.'
NP. (CAS)
I stood in the shower, hot water flowing down my body as I flicked my hair out of my face. Since coming back to the surface, my hair had grown half an inch, but I liked it.
'I love your hair. It matches your wings now.' Dean wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. My wings shot out as fire travelled down my spine.
'You should probably stop doing that. Unless you want me to get caught at school with feathery bastards leaping out of my shirt.' His fingers trailed through the longest of my inky-black feathers, making them shiver involuntarily. I'd died my hair blue-black, making Gabriel smirk and say I reminded him of Dean when he was in hell, and his eyes were black as night.
'Yeah. Maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea.' He joked, pulling me closer, massaging my conditioner into my hair. He knew how picky I was - No-one touched my hair. Ever. He was the only one I let near it. I smiled as his hands went to my chin to tip it back.
Who knew it was possible to have your hair washed so sexily?
NP.
I growled at the flick of hair that just refused to go straight. Applying my GHD's again, I snarled at the quiff. Eventually giving up, I concentrated my grace, and my hair fell instantly flat. I was lucky, Dean wasn't here- he wouldn't like it. I flinched, remembering the bruise covering my shoulder. He'd done that. Dean. When he'd seen me use my grace to heal a scar on my foot. Said we were trying to start a new life, none of the old stuff. Said he only not flip about my wings, because I couldn't control that. And he said he liked them.
I sighed. Why couldn't he just accept me for who I was?
'Cas! You ready, come on!' Dean yelled. I rolled my eyes, checked my hair- again - and darted out to him.
NP.
I sat into the car's seat, loving the Impala. Dean had bought it two days earlier, ready for school.
'I love this car. Already, I love this car.' Dean laughed, moaning as he slid into the driver seat. He looked amazing, tight shirt pulled taut across his ab-ulous stomach. The leather jacket was slung across his shoulders, completing the bad-boy look.
'You're hot.' I leant into him, smiling. We got along brilliantly, all the time - just not where my grace was involved.
'I know.'
'Dick.' He laughed, stroking my cheekbone softly.
'Nervous?' He asked.
'Do you two ever shut the fuck up?' Sam snapped from the backseat, his head pounding with a migrane. That he hadn't stopped pointing out. For four hours.
'Nope.' I replied. 'To both. Are you?'
'…No?' Dean joked. 'A little.'
'Don't worry about it. You'll be fine. I'm here, baby. I'll look after you.' He smiled, kissing my forehead.
'I know you will. I trust you.'
Ohmygod! Cas! My poor baby! ): I don't even know where I got that from…
Lol.
Please R&R. Second Chapter Tonight/tomorrow. (: xx