I Love You Because
Chapter 1
"Aw, come ON Cas! Quit being a cube! Hester's having the best bash of the year at her place!" Anna complained as she tried dragging her brother out of his room.
"Anna, please. I need to study. I've got a history test tomorrow."
"Alright, your loss Cas. You can just sit here, being an odd-ball in Nowheresville, playing your sad music while I'm off finding a dog," Anna said as she closed the door to Cas' room.
Castiel got up and went over to his record player, putting on one of his favorites."Maybe I, didn't treat you.." Elvis sang as Castiel went over to his bed with his history book and opened it. As the records stopped playing, Cas would get up and change them, and sing along occasionally. But one can only study for so long, and about 10 record changes in, he ended up falling asleep on his stomach, his glasses hanging off his nose. And about 20 minutes later, Anna came rushing through the door, screeching, "Castiel! Wake up, you bum!"
"Hm? Wha'?" Cas muttered as he jolted awake.
"Oooh, Cas, you shoulda been there! "
"I know that you want to tell me, so just do it."
"Well, the start of the party was a bust, playin' real cheap music and all that. But then this fuzzy duck showed up in her very own machine, and she busted through the door, no invite or nothing, and she just demanded a drink! So then Hester-since it was at her pad, ya know- Hester went over to her and told her to leave, because apparently Hester knew her. And do you know what the girl did? She pounded Hester right in the nose!" Anna squealed. Castiel rolled her eyes. His sister loved gossip.
"Do you know her name?"
"Oh, yeah. Deanna Winchester. Oh, Cas, she showed up in this awful leather jacket,and boots, and pants! Like the greasers wear! Oh, they were grody! I got the scoop on her, but then the heat showed up, so we scattered."
"The police were there?"
"Oh yeah! But I'll clue you about that Winchester doll first. So from what I heard, she's coming to Trumple High tomorrow. She's a junior, like you. She has an ankle-biter brother back in junior high. His name's Sam. But that's not important. Her father is a real drunk, abuses the kids and all that. And Deanna...she gets around. But with GIRLS!"
Cas' eyes went wide. "Oh."
"Mm-hm. Well, I'm wiped. Night, Castiel."
"Good night, Anna. Hey, where is Gabriel?"
"Oh, Gabe was at the party. He went home with a little cat who was there."
"Naturally."
Anna nodded and then closed the door. Castiel tried to study more, but his eyelids felt so heavy that he couldn't keep looking at the book. So he put it away, took off his glasses, and went to sleep.
Mr. Ridell was handing out the History test when a girl threw open the classroom door and calmly walked in. She paused at the front of the classroom, everyone gaping at her. She was wearing such boyish clothes, after all. A black tee shirt, blue-jeans rolled up to her ankles, brown boots, and a worn brown leather jacket. Her short, sandy-blonde hair had a bandanna around it. She looked around the class, still standing up at the front.
"...Am I late?"
Mr. Ridell sighed. "Yes. You are, in fact, by 23 minutes. What is your name, young lady?"
She chomped on her chewing gum. "What do you want it to be?"
"Name!"
She sighed. "Deanna Winchester. Friends call me Dee. You know, if I had friends."
"Sit down, Miss Winchester, before I give you a detention!"
"Don't you want me to introduce myself and all that jazz?"
"...Fine. Go ahead."
She smirked. "Hello, fellow peers- cats, daddy-os, and everything in between. My name is Deanna Winchester. I'm sure you've heard at me, since you were all at that little fream Hester's party, so you know some, but I'll clue you in on some other stuff. I'm an Aquarius, I like motorcycles, slurgs, and frisky women."
"That's it! Detention, Miss Winchester! Maybe an hour in the principal's office after school will teach you not to be such a little show off. That seat next to Mr. Novak is free."
"Yeah, detention! I can dig detention!" She said as she walked over to the seat right next to Cas and plopped down in it. Castiel looked at at her and knew she was trouble, someone who was just cruisin' for a bruisin'. He huffed and glared at her when she put her feet up on the desk as Mr. Ridell started talking. He looked over at her and stopped mid-sentence.
"Miss Winchester, we do not allow feet on furniture here at Trumple High. You are supposed to be taking notes."
She shrugged. "I don't got a pencil, Big Daddy."
"Maybe you should bring one then. Mr. Novak, please lend her a pencil. And, Miss Winchester, get your feet off of the desk! And start acting like a proper young lady!"
Castiel had taken off his glasses to clean them after putting a pencil on the desk but he froze to watch what Deanna would do, just like everyone else in class.
She scoffed. "Lay dead. You want me to act like these hipsters?"
She took off her bandanna and tied around her neck, and grabbed Castiel's glasses off the desk and slid them on. Fanning herself, she said, "Oh, Mr. Ridell! Please, oh please, tell me more about the civil war! I am just FASCINATED!" She yanked the glasses off and set them back in their place."Please! I'm not one of these good for nothing phonies and I never will be! So you can just shut your-"
"That is enough! You may go to the principal's office now!"
She took the bandanna from around her neck with a flick and walked out, waving it around.
"Later, gators! Glad I could be of service."
And then she left the room.
"What a menace!" Mr. Ridell muttered. "Now, back to President Lincoln!"