Hello! This is a SuperWho highschool!AU, so all characters are in their teens unless otherwise specified. I don't own any of the characters from either show. I hope you enjoy this!
Dean shoved another two fries in his mouth, smirking at the disapproving look Castiel shot his way. It made him want to ruffle that black, unkempt hair and kiss the rigid lines of stress from his boyfriend's face. Castiel huffed, turning his eyes down to a piece of paper with too many scribbles on it to be good.
"Cas, c'mon," Dean smiled, gently leaning his knee on Castiel's under the cafeteria table. "It's only the second day of the semester, you don't need to be wearing your I'm-gonna-go-insane-from-school look quite yet."
"I don't understand, though," sighed Castiel, leering over the paper as though getting closer would answer whatever questions he had.
"Hrm?" Dean grunted around another handful of fries, causing Castiel to glance up. They were interrupted by Amy slamming her tray down as she slid in across from the boys. Castiel carefully folded the paper, slipping it into his pocket and skillfully ignoring the inquisitive jab Dean gave him in the side.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with her," Amy growled, spearing the mystery meat with a murderous glint in her eyes.
"Is Melody in trouble again?" asked Castiel carefully, wincing when Amy fixed him with a hard glare. Although the Ponds and the Novaks had been family friends for years, Castiel was still intimidated by Amy's mane of fiery red hair and her adopted sister who had a certain penchant for getting into a ridiculous amount of trouble. Even Dean couldn't compete with the amount of detention the younger girl had gone through, and yet Melody seemed to break school rules as easily as breathing despite all that.
"I don't understand why she thinks she can just start correcting the history teacher!" Amy finally exploded, pushing the tray away from her. " I know she watches those silly time-travel shows, or whatever, but she can't go around telling teachers that history is gonna change because some fictional character said it would. I'm gonna have to ground her, again."
"No offense, Amy, but grounding never seems to work," Dean said, immediately regretting opening his mouth, especially about parenting skills when he knew Amy was trying the best she could, when he was on the receiving end of Amy's glare.
"And what else would you have me do?" Amy sighed, leaning on her elbows, the anger drained out of her.
Dean and Castiel traded looks, smiling. It was a humdrum Tuesday with the normal lunch drama, except that weird piece of paper that had Castiel perplexed, when the bell rang and Dean pressed a gentle kiss to Castiel's lips, promising a ride home after baseball practice that afternoon.
Castiel jolted awake, peeling papers from his pale face as he lifted his head from the desk, covered in schoolwork. Running a hand through already-rumpled hair, Castiel wondered for the millionth time if Dean was right and he did take his academics too seriously. But other than being with Dean, homework was the only thing he really understood. An insistent buzzing caught Castiel's attention, and he flipped the phone open with a smile.
"Hello, Dean."
"Cas, where the hell are you?" Dean demanded, causing Castiel to check the clock and- oh. He had meant to be over at Dean's for a study session two hours ago.
"I fell asleep," he offered, slowly gathering the books and notebooks he would need to tutor Dean on physics.
"You fell asleep," was the disbelievingly mumbled reply. "Well, listen, I've gotta make dinner for Sam and his new best friend or whatever, so why don't you come over and save me from the inevitable nerd convention?"
"Sam has a new friend?" Castiel asked, although he wondered sometimes why he tried to keep up with the endless list of friends Dean's younger brother acquired far too easily.
"Yeah, some guy in our grade named Rory. Apparently he's new, awkward, and a certified geek. So obviously Sammy had to adopt him, sensing a stray pup to love, and that means dinner. You're coming, right?"
"Of course. I'll be there in fifteen minutes, Dean."
"Good. I'm making your favorite, too."
"Goodbye, Dean."
"See ya, Cas."
Castiel slipped the phone in his pocket, thumbing the paper that had rested there for over two weeks now. Pulling it out, Castiel unfolded and flattened it on the desk top. It made him feel strange, to say the least. At first Castiel had been happy to make friends with the new boy in his art history class, because Sam thought paintings were silly and Dean never understood the point of history or of art unless it involved nudity, so to find someone else who had an enthusiasm for the subject was nice. Shaking his head, Castiel pulled the paper from his pocket and put it under a pile of books on Greek mythology.
Padding down the hallway, Castiel stopped at a door and knocked softly, his lips turninng upwards when he heard "Fuck!" and noises from the other side. He managed to smooth his face before Gabriel opened the door with half a chocolate bar sticking out of his small mouth.
"What do you want, Cas?" his brother asked around noisy chomping, brown eyes set in a definite glare.
"I'm going to have dinner at Dean's tonight," he answered, thoughts racing. "Would you like to come? Sam has a new friend, and I know how much you like Sa-"
"Are you trying to gain a black eye?" Gabriel hissed, crowding Castiel. Although the movement was not as intimidating as he would have liked, as he never hit quite the same growth spurt Castiel was graced with.
"I was simply trying to be considerate and include you in a form of socialising that does not revolve around scantily clad college girls lounging in our furniture at odd hours," was the cool reply, causing his brother to step back. "But clearly my intentions were misplaced. Goodbye, Gabriel."
"Cas, wait-" The words felt like an echo, and Castiel knew he was being unfairly cruel as he closed the front door of their house with slightly more force than was necessary. It wasn't Gabriel's fault that Castiel was feeling out of place with Dean slightly, as though an invisible scale had tipped and they were no longer on the equal footing they used to be.
Fifteen minutes later found Castiel carefully setting his blue bike against the Winchester porch, letting himself in the front door. Only the Impala was in the driveway which meant both John and Mary were gone for work. Castiel wished he could say he knew for how long Sam and Dean would be on their own, but he couldn't. It bothered him.
"Cas, hi!" Sam tackled him in a hug, easily overpowering Castiel's weak attempts to get away with his size alone. "I'm so glad you made it! Dean is making your favorite- spaghetti with pork meatballs and that weird sauce you two made up. I wanted Dean to make it for Rory, introduce him to good food, but of course we couldn't have it without you here!"
"Hello, Sam," Castiel smiled, following the younger Winchester further into the house, listening to Sam's enthusiastic rambling. The evening passed amicably, and Castiel could even say he liked Rory at the end of it. Although he stuttered a bit and was slightly awkward, Castiel felt like there was something likeable in his quick wit. He was reminded of himself before he met Dean, if he was going to be honest with himself.
A quick goodbye kiss turned into a passionate play of tongues and teeth, Dean pressing him up against the porch with only a street lamp illuminating them in an orange haze. Castiel thought he was going to burn up with desire, but managed to extricate himself and bike home, promises of a weekend just for them whispered in his ear