Authors Notes: So, I am new to the fanfic world, and after reading a few Destiel type of fanfictions I really wanted to start my own. This is my first time doing this kind of thing, so feel free to give me critical reviews of my writing. If you happen to read through my writing.
Title: Blank Canvas
Rating: MA. Only because later on in the story I plan on writing sex, and other adult themes.
Pairings: Castiel/Dean. Sam/someone eventually. More pairings when I can think of them.
Warnings: (Read if you aren't wanting to read more mature content) So in this chapter there isn't anything bad besides some ass staring. So no sex.
Full Summary: Supernatural AU- Angels, Demons, and Humans all live as one on the surface of the Earth. Drinking at bars together, going to work together, having fun together. Oh, and killing each other, being racist, prejudice, and worst of all falling in love with each other. The story begins with Dean Winchester getting his new job as a waiter in the wonderful, and completely run down restaurant "Harvelle's Roadhouse". His trainer? An Angel named Castiel.
Somethings you might need to know: This is an AU- Alternate Universe. Angels, and Demons are different from the actual show in this story. Demons and Angels have wings. However, a Demons body, and Angels, have two large slits in their back, allowing the wings to come out of the slits, or to be 'crunched' back into the body, to hide the wings. Mostly everyone keeps their wings in their back so they don't rip their clothes, or inconveniently knock over things. A lot more will probably be explained as I walk you through the story, and if you have any questions you can ask me in Reviews or just message me and I can message you back, and/or just make an Author's Notes section for it.
Ages: Dean- 20, Castiel- 19, Sam- 19, Gabriel- 25.
I also don't have a beta. I don't really know how to get one, and I don't even know if this story will last long enough for me to have one since this is my first time, so I apologize for anything that is horribly misspelled, or just down right wrong(Grammar/spelling wise.) I also don't really know how to make an image yet, but I'll research that, promise!
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September 14, 2014
Dean slowly parked his car in the small back parking lot of the restaurant he applied at a week ago, and because he had been best friends with the owners daughter since he was a child, he got the job the minute he applied. Harvelles Roadhouse was the place. Demons, Angels, and Humans from all over the city came to this place because it catered to a lot of needs. Angels liked a lot of things that most restaurants wouldn't carry, same thing with Demons. So the Roadhouse was central to its area for a nice place to eat out with a mixed family, and it was the only place you knew wouldn't run out of your favorite foods.
Joe wasn't here, and her mother wasn't either. He had known what their cars looked like. A few other cars were there too, so Dean knew he would be faced with the challenge of meeting new coworkers. His brother, Sam, sat right beside him in the Impala, looking at his brother with concern. "It's ok Dean. It's just bringing food to tables, and busting them when the people leave. You can be a smart ass, but I know you know how to be nice to people." Sam smiled, as he lifted himself out of the passenger side door, and stretched his tall limbs. Dean got out of the car and looked at this brother over the roof of the car, " I know I can charm the pants off of a girl Sam, thats not the issue. It's just my first job, and we both have a reputation of fucking good things up in our lives." Dean slammed the door, and sighed as he looked towards the ground. Sam walked around the car to his brother and put his hand on his shoulder, and gave it a tight squeeze. "You've got this, Dean."
Dean admired his brothers confidence in him. He walked through the back door, Sam following in his footsteps, and they were welcomed to the hustle and bustle of the Roadhouse. A scene that had always been familiar and heart warming, but now scared Dean half to death. Sam went to his usual seat at the bar, looking around, or picking up one of the stash of books he keep underneath the bar near his seat. Dean and Sam spent a lot of time here with Bobby when they had free time after college courses, or just on their days off from school. However, with the disappearance of their father, and their mother dead, bills started to pill up, and Dean refused to let Sam get a job. Besides, if they had to, Dean would quit college just to keep Sam in it if he had to.
Dean was surprised when he did get the job because they hadn't been to the Roadhouse in about four months. Starting college, and living in dorms, and taking care of each other, and trying to find their father really put a damper on their free time, so this job was going to give them an excuse to come back here a lot more often, which was one of the positive side effects of the job. And one of the negative was the fact that Dean was going to have to be trained by someone he didn't even know. When Sam took his seat, and Dean stood at the bar talking to his brother, a smaller man tapped Dean on the shoulder. "Dean?" the voice was a light, almost feminine in a way, quite. If the man hadn't tapped his shoulders, he wouldn't have even turned around.
Dean looked the cute kid up and down. His hair was dark, almost black, and was a little messy from running around, taking orders. His shirt was white, with a few stains from random condiments, and grease. His cheeks were a light pink from the busy lunch rush, running through the back to grab certain things was hell because you had to avoid hitting the cook and other waiters and waitresses trying to rush around getting dishes, and food, and other things they needed. It was hard work. "Ya, who are you?" Dean asked, his eyebrow raised in confusion. "I am the lead waiter here. My name is Castiel and I'll be the one training you."
Dean laughed a little, and both Sam and Castiel gave him a confused look. "Look, Joe is going to train me. I have known her longer, and you are a complete-" he was interrupted when Sam kicked the back of Deans knee, making the Demon hit the floor, who almost immediately stood back up. Castiel smiled, and had a silent laugh for himself as he looked Dean in the eyes. "Jo isn't here, and neither is her mother. Jo said she would be out with her mom to go to a doctors appointment. So I'm pretty much manager for the day." he explained. "Now, come with me." he turned around and walked off, expecting Dean to follow, which he did.
Castiel guided him through the back of the restaurant. There was the bar that Sam sat at, and behind that was a huge, empty room, and a wall with a huge glassless window, looking into the kitchen. That is where the cooks sat out food for the waiting staff to get, and take to the tables. "This is pretty much going to be your second main place. This is where you get your food for your orders, and bring it out to the customers. See that metal bar?" Castiel pointed to a circular piece of metal with clips all around it. "You just clip your order onto that, and when the cooks make it, they place your ticket on top of the plate that represents the order, and you take it. Simple." There was a hallway that extended past the blank room they were just in, and on your right, the first door was the one that actually let you into the kitchen, then right of that was the managers office. Dark, and everything was turned off in that room since Jo's mom wasn't here. Leading him further back down the hallway there were two restrooms, both on the left side. Then you cut a right corner, and on the left side was a huge room filled with tiny lockers, a giant table with a lot of random chairs, some from the restaurant, some lawn chairs, and a flat screen TV was sitting on a small end table in front of the bigger table that everyone sat at. Dean assumed it was a break room, and a changing station combined.
"This is where we take our two 10 minute breaks. Most of the time people take the two breaks at the same time, so they can take 20 straight minutes off. Me, personally, I like to break it up into 5 minute breaks, so I can sit, take a drink, reply to texts, and get back to work. The more you help out around here, the better the work environment is, so I don't like to take long breaks." he rambled on, a little nervous since Dean was new, and he hadn't really trained anybody before. "You can also change back here. Put a new shirt on, or put your uniform on. Also, your locker is right next to mine, since the guy you are replacing had that one last." Castiel smiled as he walked over to the small locker on the top half, and presented it like a showcase girl on TV. Dean smiled a little, repressing a laugh. He opened the locker and a white shirt, and a small white apron were inside the locker. "Jo left it for you. We have a set type of clothing to wear here. Today, its fine because I assume no one told you, but we have to be wearing some kind of black pants, black shoes, and a white shirt. Doesn't matter what kind of shirt, as long as its white."
Castiel immediatly turned around as Dean stipped his shirt off, blushing as he did so. Dean took the white shirt from the locker and slipped it on super quick. Feeling a little uncomfortable about changing in front of the other male. "Hey, can you uh... help me with this?" he asked. Castiel turned around to see Dean hold up the apron. Castiel gave a silent nod as he took the apron from Dean, and placed the front part a little below Deans stomach, and then slowly tied the string up above Deans ass, looking down and admiring its perfect shape, before tying the perfect ribbon, almost like he was presenting a present to himself. "All done." he managed to say, and coughed, giving him the excuse to look away so he wouldn't cough on the other male. Dean was blushing a little, but only because women were usually the ones touching near his ass. Women didn't do anything with them but slap them, but Dean knew how much a woman loved a perfect butt on a guy.
Castiel walked back out to the front of the restaurant, and stood behind the bar, "Ok, so. You are just going to follow me. Here is a pen, and ordering paper. Watch, listen, and write down the same exact order I do, and write it the way I do. It's efficient, and will help you learn how the cooks want their tickets to look so they know how and when to cook it." And thats exactly what Dean did. Dean followed Castiel around like a puppy. At first he was just learning from Castiel, and after and hour or so, Castiel started making him take the orders, telling him how to write the things customers wanted on a ticket. Then Castiel always made him carry the food, and told him how the tables were numbered, and how many waiters and waitresses were responsible for each section. Since the Roadhouse was a busy place, each section consisted of about 10 tables, leaving two wait staff for each section. Today it was Dean and Castiel for the same section.
Dean worked a total of six hours before he was allowed to clock out. He plopped down next to Sam, who was doing homework, and sighed as he slipped his apron off, and slammed it onto the bar. Castiel was in the back changing, ready to take his day off as well. It was around six in the afternoon. "Sorry Sam. You know, you don't have to come here?" he looked at this brother. Sam put down his pencil, and gave his brother a small laugh. "It's fine Dean. I came here to see Jo, and her mom, but that plan didn't work out, so it gave me time to read, and catch up on homework. Plus seeing you follow Castiel around like a puppy was funny." Dean punched Sam in the arm, and gave him a half hearted angry look. "I was training damn it!" he defended himself. As Dean and Sam walked out of the restaurant through the back, they both looked up at the Impala, and right beside it was a small red Nissan. It looked brand new. No scratches or dents, or hardly any dirt. Castiel was sitting inside texting on his phone.
Sam then took it upon himself to plant his legs near the driver side window, and knock on the glass with a smile. Castiel rolled down the window and smiled. "Hey, my name is Sam. I really didn't introduce myself earlier, and my brother doesn't have enough manners to do it in the first place." he laughed as he held out his hand for Castiel to shake, which is what Castiel did. "Castiel. Nice to meet you." Castiel replied politely. "I hope my brother did alright? Considering it was his first day. He doesn't do so well with directions. Of any kind." Dean punched Sam in the arm again, and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I put your baby crib up when you were a baby, show a little appreciation!" he whined. Castiel laughed at the exchange between the two, huffing and puffing at each other. Castiel didn't have too many people like that in his life. "Dean did just fine, considering it was his first job. It will be nice working again with you." Castiels phone vibrated, and when Castiel looked at it, his face went pale. "Sorry guys, I have to go. I'll see you later." he apologized quickly, and started his car, and drove off as fast as possible.
"I wonder what that was all about?" Sam asked. Dean didn't like that look that Castiel had, but he didn't think about it too much afterwards. When Dean and Sam finally got home, they relaxed, and took their shirts off. Then they both arched their backs, and let their demonic wings spread out. John, their dad, was a full blooded demon. He wasn't evil or anything, he was a Hunter. A sort of supernatural police that humans relied on to deal with Demons, and Angels who disturbed the peace. Their mom was human, but Johns genes seemed to override a lot of their mothers genes. The wings of a demon were always a dark color. They could range from any color, pink, purple, blood orange, but it was always the darkest hue of the color on demon wings. Most of the time the feathers were black, but if light glazed itself across the wings, you could see the shine of a color. Deans was a forest green, which matched his eyes. Sams however, was a orange and brown mix. Giving his wings a sort of earth tone when the glimmer effect happened. Every demons wings had this affect. Sam and Dean usually sat around the house with their shirts off so they could stretch out and get comfortable. Having their wings packed inside of them all day was fine, it just felt a whole lot better letting them out at the end of the day. "I hope Castiel is ok..." Dean trailed off. The look of shock on the males face really got to Dean. Even if he didn't know the kid, he knew that look. It never ended well for Dean when he had that look. "He is probably fine Dean, he was probably just late to get home, and his mom was harping at him to hurry before it gets dark? He probably still lives with his parents." Which was a likely assumption. Dean decided he would ask Castiel about it after school tomorrow, because that is when him and Castiel were scheduled to work again.
September 15, 2014
Dean and Sam shared two different rooms in the house. They had decided to move back into the family home until their dad decided to come back. Which he had been gone for a few weeks. He had left a note saying that he would be back after that amount of time, but sadly, he forgot to leave money to pay bills so the bank wouldn't try to take the house away. So now Dean was trying to keep the title of ownership under Deans fathers name. Sam woke up before Dean, as usual, and they started off their day by getting ready for school, and eating breakfast. Dean only had one class today, while Sam had three. So Sam decided he was just going to stay at the university and Dean could just pick him up after work.
Dean was in school to become a mechanic. Not just one that works on old cars before the 1980s. No, he wanted to open a real nice shop where people could come and buy things for their car, and receive really good service. Sam was going to school to become a lawyer. Both men meet up in the kitchen of their family home, and turned their small radio on, humming to the song Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son. It was a song all three Winchester men loved that song. After a few minutes, they got out of the house, and left to start their day.
Dean was walking down a empty hallway to his classroom, leaving Sam to start his day off, and at the end of the hallway he could hear someone yelling. When he arrived closer to the empty classroom, he looked into the tin window and saw a familiar truffle of black hair. 'Castiel' Dean thought. Then there was another person in the room Dean noticed. This one had his wings out. They were huge, and light brown. Dean thought they were beautiful so he knew it was another angel. Demon wings were always darker. Not as extravagant. When Dean cupped his ear to the door, he could hear some of what was going on.
"Listen! You can't be around that Demon. It's only bad news for Lilian! I'm not racist. You know me-"
"Please stop Gabriel. You are racist, every Demon problem has been between you and Lucifer, and both of you push your opinions on the rest of the family! I just work with him!"
When Dean looked up into the window again, he saw Gabriel move in close, pushing Castiel against the sharpy board, and banging his fist onto the wall. Deans chest swelled up, and he opened the door. "Is there a problem?" he said. Gabriel immediately backed off from the other angel, and took a few seconds to slip his wings back into himself. "Why the hell are you here?" Gabriel asked. "I'm here because I can hear you all the way down the hall yelling at Castiel! If you want to yell at someone, yell at someone who can take your ass down." he growled, his wings whipped out of his back, ripping his shirt in the process. Dean tensed up his wings, making them spread out a little. The bigger, the more intimidating.
In this world, there are Alphas, Betas, and Submissives. There aren't any in between. Dean, and his brother, were Alphas. Leaders, tough guys. Dean could tell that Gabriel was a Beta. Just the same as an Alpha, but not as strong physically. Dean was confused to see that Castiel was a submissive. Most males didn't turn out that way on either species. Gabriel wanted to stand up to Dean, but knew he would get the shit beat out of him. He pushed past Dean, and left the classroom empty, with just Castiel and Dean.
"Are you ok?" his wings began to settle, and Castiel looked at him with shock in his eyes. He had never seen people stand up to Gabriel like that. "You shouldn't have done that. I can handle him." Castiel looked away. This was twice now Deans shirt has come off in his presence, and Castiel was noticing a pattern, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. "It looks like he was going to hit you Castiel. I couldn't let that happen." Dean whispered. Castiel rubbed his eyes as he teared up, "Thank you. See you at work." he said, and passed Dean on his way out. Dean didn't stop him. He only stood there, trying to figure out where he was going to get another shirt.
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Authors Notes: Kinda boring at first. Sorry about that. But it will get better as time goes by. Thank you for reading! Please review !