(A/N: I know this story isn't as good compared to the other stories I have up here, but I still enjoyed writing it a lot. I had a lot of destiel PWP's and I just kind of compiled some together into a coherent plot.

Just thought I should clarify that.)

There's a new kid at school who won't stop staring at Castiel. Like, really won't stop: spends all of his time drilling a hole into Castiel's temple with his eyes (shut up, Castiel has no idea what colour they are) and smirking. The smirk is what's getting to Castiel the most, to be honest, because it's one side of his lips curling up higher than the other, a glint in his eyes (ok fine, they might be green, maybe, it's not like he's thought about them much) and a promise hidden in the tilt of his head, as though inclining itself to Castiel.

The boy has barely been at school a week, and Castiel already hates him.

"Cas!" someone says sharply, and it takes Castiel a few seconds and numerous blinks to realise it's his twin sister, Anna, clicking her fingers in front of his face. Castiel turns to look at her, trying futilely to will away the flush he can feel creeping up his neck, and she's smirking. "Taken a shine to the new kid, huh?"

Castiel scowls. "No," he replies, sullen and petulant as he focuses resolutely on the cheeseburger that is, as yet, uneaten on his plate. "He keeps staring and it's making me uncomfortable. What's his problem?"

One of Anna's eyebrows arches. "Sweetie, c'mon," she coaxes, and when it becomes clear to her that Castiel has no idea what he was meant to garner from that vague sentence, she rolls her eyes exasperatedly. "Oh my God, Cas, you're such an oblivious moron. He wants to get into your pants."

"He –" Castiel starts, and there's no point wishing the blush away now, because he can feel it burning underneath his cheeks. Anna's grin widens and Castiel hates her more than the new kid. "He does not want to – to get into my pants, Anna."

This time, she responds by flicking him, hard, on his forehead. Castiel mutters an indignant ouch! and begins to rub at the offended mark, but Anna just stares at Castiel like he's a toddler.

"Have you heard nothing about what they're saying about him?" she asks, which is stupid because of course Castiel hasn't. Who the hell cares about high school gossip: it's pointless and boring and Castiel does his best to stay away from it. Anna knows Castiel feels this way, and proceeds to fill him in anyway. "He's, like, a total sex god. I heard he got expelled from his last school for having sex on school grounds. And it was with a teacher!"

Now it's Cas' turn to roll his eyes. "That's very nice and everything, but I don't understand why that could possibly mean him fucking with me by staring is his way of – of flirting."

"Oh, honey," Anna coos, patting Castiel's head like he's a puppy. Castiel swats her hand away, grumbling, and she cackles like the witch that she is. "You're his next target. You know, make it difficult for himself by trying to seduce the virgin. It's totally Cruel Intentions. You're Reese Witherspoon, how cute!"

Cas scowls again, and decides that if he ends up with really bad wrinkles by the time he's 20, Anna is the one to blame. "I don't understand that reference," he replies, and she rolls her eyes again. "And I don't think I want to. Besides, how would he even know that I'm a virgin? We've never even spoken."

"Love," she says, and Castiel decides that all terms of endearment are evil and condescending and he curses the sap who made them up. "It's practically written across your forehead. Or, at least, those damn button downs you insist on wearing. Seriously, Cas, please let me take you shopping, I promise it won't be like last time."

Castiel shudders at the memory of skinny jeans and t-shirts that were two sizes too small. "No," Castiel asserts firmly, and Anna doesn't protest because last time was pretty damn awful and she's lucky he's even still talking to her. "And also shut up. He does not want to have sex with me just because I'm a virgin. Wait, scrap that: he does not want to have sex with me at all. Stop projecting your media induced bad boy fantasies onto me and let me eat my cheeseburger in peace."

Anna opens her mouth as though to respond, and then her eyes flicker left, just to the side of Castiel's head. Her eyes widen slightly, and Castiel is just about to turn and see what the hell she's staring at when her hand grips onto his jaw and keeps him looking at her. A grin curls its way onto her lips and Castiel is really, really worried, because this can only mean bad things.

"I promise to leave you with your cheeseburger," she vows, tone solemn but a glint in her eyes that Castiel does not like. "But, I can't promise he will." She points behind him, and before Cas can turn she presses a kiss to his cheek, stands up and all but runs away, calling over her shoulder just before she's out of ear shot. "Have fun, boys!"

Castiel's face scrunches up in confusion. "What?" he mumbles, and when he turns around he freezes. Shit. New kid. Sitting next to him. Still smirking, and wow, ok, those eyes are even greener up close than Castiel initially thought. It stuns him into incoherence. "Oh. Um. What?"

New kid is smirking – when is he not, really – and he reaches over to grab a fry off of Cas' plate, pushes it into his mouth and chews obscenely. Castiel averts his eyes, because he is not popping a boner in the school cafeteria. It's when his head is ducked that the guy speaks.

"You're Cas," he states, and fuck, his fucking voice. Slight accent, gruff and rough and Castiel is so not popping a boner in the cafeteria! Castiel has it in him to raise his head and look at the new kid, to refuse to be some shy little nerd that everyone assumes him to be, and nod. This makes the new kid smile. "Nice name. I'm Dean."

"That's nice," he responds, quick and sarcastic. Dean's lip twitches into an even bigger smile and Castiel tells himself that it makes him annoyed, meaning he pointedly ignores the way his heart stutters and the way his lips want to smile right back. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

Dean laughs out loud, and Castiel tries not to look at his freckles and the way his nose scrunches when he does. "To the point," Dean murmurs, still smiling. "I like that."

"How lovely," Castiel states, and he's not usually this sarcastic, but today he seems to be meeting his year's quota. "But that didn't answer my question. Can I help you in any way, or do you just enjoy creeping out people you've never spoken to before?"

"I'm speaking to you now," Dean counters and Cas glares at him. He chuckles again and shakes his head slightly, and then he leans forwards slightly, lips next to Castiel's ear, palm curved around Cas' waist, and what the fuck is happening? "Your sister was right, just so you know. Those pants of yours look awful nice to get into. Khakis are just my kinda thing."

Castiel's breath catches in his throat. When Dean presses a small kiss to the spot underneath Castiel's ear, his heart fucking stops. Then, Dean pulls away, smirking at the frozen horror look on Cas' face, standing up with his leather jacket and ashy hair and fucking green eyes that Cas can't not think about.

"See you round, babe," Dean offers, lopsided grin just before he walks out of the cafeteria. All Cas can do is watch, hands twitching uselessly in his lap, cheeseburger cold and uneaten on his tray, head all a mess and having no idea what day of the week it is anymore.

Castiel's remains sat alone at the table for a long time. He doesn't notice the way the rest of the student body keeping glancing at him, some in wonder, some in jealousy, some in utter bewilderment. Castiel, himself, is stuck in the latter of those three options, and his brain won't process anything enough to let him breathe again.

Lunch ends and Castiel still has no idea. The school day ends and Castiel still has no idea. Dean fucking winks at him from the driver's seat of a big, black car just before Cas gets into his Toyota to drive him and his sister home, and Castiel is pretty sure nothing will ever make sense again.

The rest of the week passes like this: Dean stares at Cas every time they're in the same room together. He smirks and toys with the collar of his jacket, swipes his tongue out to wet his lips like a fucking asshole and Castiel can't remember the last time he sported a semi so often in one day since he got over the initial awkwardness of puberty. Dean knows exactly what he's doing, and Castiel half hates him and half wants to just walk over to him and fist his hands in Dean's hair, bite at his mouth and be pushed up against a wall, back smacking against the concrete and legs wrapping around Dean's waist.

Yeah, it's images like that as to why his dick is in a state of permanent high alert.

Through the means of the school's rumour mill – namely, his sister, because she's a clichéd little gossip no matter how much she protests the traditional gender role – Castiel learns some stuff about Dean.

For example, he learns that his full name is Dean Winchester. He learns that he's a senior just like Cas, that he has a little brother, Sam, whom he is fiercely protective of, and that the two of them moved to Castiel's small town from South Dakota. The reason behind the move varies depending on who Castiel asks, but each story includes some kind of allusion to Dean being caught in a compromising sexual position with someone damning. One theory includes a goddamn priest, and Castiel definitely does not find that idea incredibly hot.

Castiel has never bought into the whole bad boy fantasy. Sure, he's comfortable in his homosexuality and is open about it and everything, but he's never really understood the appeal of mystery, danger and, in Castiel's opinion, someone being so much of an asshole that apparently this makes them irresistible.

Except with Dean, he can see it. He can see that the smell of leather is enough to have him horny for the whole day, how the backseat of a big, slick car looks like it'd be the perfect place to have a cock in his mouth. He sees how when Dean smirks, it makes him want to bite the smile off his face, and how when he uses names like babe and angel and sweetheart, all Cas wants is the patronising endearments kissed into his skin

Dean is the personification of bad boy, and Castiel, despite his best efforts, wants to be corrupted.