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One time in high school I was waiting to talk to the Vice Principal and this other kid came in and sat down next to me. He said "What are you in for?" And I said "Oh, they just want to know if it's cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium. What are you in for?" and he said he stabbed a kid with a screwdriver. I told him we led very different lives and he agreed.
As soon as I saw this I thought Dean and Cas, so here it is.
Castiel sat in the small waiting room in the office, waiting for the vice principal to finish talking with one of the teachers. He sighed, bouncing his leg as he looked around the room. A few chairs sat against the mostly plain walls. A few abstract paintings and potted plants were the only decorations. The receptionist smiled at him over the stacks of paper work sitting on the front desk.
The door opened and a boy walked in and slumped into the seat next to Castiel, depositing his bag haphazardly in the chair on his other side. He was dressed in faded jeans, a black t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket that looked just a bit too big. His hair was artfully spiked in the front and light freckles covered his face. Castiel noticed that he was quite handsome, in a rugged sort of way. He was splayed out in the chair, leaning back with his legs stretched forward, a sharp juxtaposition to the way Castiel sat straight up in his chair with his hands in his lap.
"So, what are you in for?" the boy asked with a grin.
Castiel looked into the boy's green eyes, startled to hear him speak. "Oh, they just want to know if it's cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium," Castiel replied before adding, "What are you here for?"
"I stabbed a kid with a screwdriver," he answered casually.
"Oh," Castiel said and looked forward again. "We lead very different lives."
"Quite," the boy agreed.
They sat there for another few minutes before Castiel turned back to the boy. His curiosity was getting the better of him and he asked, "Why?"
"Why what?" the boy asked, confused.
"Why did you stab somebody with a screwdriver?" he clarified.
"Oh," the boy said with a smirk. "He was being an asshole. I only wished I stabbed him sooner.
Castiel let out a huff of laughter at his carefree attitude, and the boy smiled as he watched out of the corner of his eyes.
Another moment of silence. "Dean," the boy said, holding his hand out for a shake.
"Castiel," he replied, shaking Dean's hand.
Before either of them could say anymore, the principal's door opened and she popped her head out. "Dean Winchester," she called out tiredly before going back into her office.
"Well, Cas, wish me luck," Dean said with a wink and a shit-eating grin. He got up and walked through the door. "Hey, Mrs. M, how are you? I-" Castiel heard before the door shut he was left alone in silence again.
Before Castiel could sit too much longer the vice principal came in from the hall.
It was a full two months before Dean and Castiel spoke again. Castiel had started noticing Dean in the hallways ever since their encounter. He wasn't sure how he had never noticed him before because he appeared to be rather popular. He was always surrounded by a group of friends and Castiel learned that he had quite a bad boy reputation when he asked his friends about Dean.
They met again much the same way they had the first time. Castiel was sitting in the office waiting room when Dean walked in. He smirked a bit when he noticed Castiel and sat down beside him.
Castiel thought Dean was going to say something, but he remained silent, tapping out the rhythm of an unknown song on his leg. Finally, Castiel couldn't take the silence much longer. "Did you hit someone with a hammer this time?" he teased.
Dean looked over and chuckled. "So you remember me, huh?" he said flirtatiously.
"Hard to forget," he replied, making Dean smile more. It was true after all, you don't forget the person who stabbed someone with a screwdriver very easily, especially when said person was so handsome. It was possible that Castiel had developed somewhat of a crush on Dean in the past few months.
"Well, in answer to your previous question, no. I did not attack anyone with any tools. Apparently skipping class is frowned upon," he said matter-of-factly, causing Castiel to laugh. Dean examined him a moment longer with a small smile on his face. He turned away to rustle through bag and emerged a minute later with a sharpie. "Give me your hand," he demanded.
"What?" Castiel asked, confused.
"Give me your hand," he said slowly. Castiel narrowed his eyes, but offered up his hand anyway, not sensing any mal intent. He hoped.
Dean grabbed his hand and pulled it forward, turning over and pushing up Castiel's sleeve so that his wrist was bared. He pulled the cap off the marker with his teeth and wrote something on Castiel's wrist, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. He released Castiel's hand when he was done and recapped the marker, putting it away. The door to the principal's office opened before Castiel could say anything and he heard Mrs. Mills call out, "Dean Winchester."
Dean looked up when he heard his name called. He turned back to Castiel with a grin. "That's me," he said with a wink before walking into the principal's office. When he was out of sight, Castiel looked down at his wrist and was surprised to see Dean's name scrawled messily next to a barely legible phone number. As soon as he realized what it was he blushed deeply, but smiled.
"What is that?" Gabriel demanded at dinner that night and reached out to grab Castiel's wrist.
"It's nothing, Gabe," Castiel insisted, pulling his wrist out of reach. He pulled his sleeve down, making sure all the writing was covered. Gabriel narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.
Castiel sighed. His parents traveled around together for work, so oftentimes, they would be gone for weeks at a time. Their parents didn't want to be away so often, but they usually didn't have a choice, but despite the physical distance, Gabriel and Castiel were close with their parents. They called every night and skyped as often as possible, they made sure to always be home for holidays and birthdays and they always kept up with what was happening in their children's lives. And while Castiel wished his parents were home more often, he liked the arrangement, he felt a lot less pressure from his home life.
Most of the time. The rest of the time, there was Gabriel.
Unfortunately, due to his parents' distance, Gabriel had become very protective of him, which Castiel appreciated because it meant he cared, but sometimes... sometimes it was too much. And he was sure that Gabriel would not approve of Dean's interest in him. So Castiel choose not to divulge that information.
He reached out for his glass of water, but it was too late when he realized his mistake. Gabriel's hand shot out and snatched his wrist, pulling it forward and sliding his sleeve out the way.
"Who is Dean?" he asked suspiciously.
"He's nobody," Castiel replied quickly, yanking his arm out of Gabriel's grip, putting his sleeve back in place, refusing to make eye contact with Gabriel.
"He's obviously not nobody, Cassie, his number is on your arm," Gabriel accused.
"He's just... just this guy from school," Castiel replied weakly.
"Mhmm." Gabriel stared at Castiel, who was steadfastly staring down at his plate. "Then why are you blushing?"
"I'm not blushing!" he exclaimed, raising his hands to his cheeks to make sure he wasn't.
"Why are getting all defensive if he's 'just a guy from school?'" Castiel looked up to see a victorious smirk on Gabriel's face before looking away again. "Come on, Cassie! You can talk to me. Do you like him?"
Castiel hesitated. He was never able to keep anything from Gabriel. "I... I don't know, maybe? We've only met twice and we've barely talked, so..." he trailed off.
"Were you planning you planning on using that number?"
Castiel looked at Gabriel, then looked down and started fiddling with his napkin. "Maybe."
"Ha! I knew it! You do like him!"
"I said I don't know!" Castiel protested, then in a quieter voice, "But... I want to see if maybe I do."
"So why are you being all shifty about it?" Gabriel asked, eyes narrowing again.
"I'm not being shifty," Castiel denied.
"Yes, you are," Gabriel said, concerned. "You won't look at me and- oh for heaven's sake, put that napkin down!" he snapped and Castiel looked down and noticed the napkin was crumpled and torn in places. He set the napkin back on the table and put his hands in his lap. But with nothing to distract his hands, he started bouncing his knee nervously. In a much less concerned tone, Gabriel shrewdly asked, "What are you hiding from me?"
"Nothing," Castiel answered quickly.
"Then look at me."
Castiel forced himself to look into Gabriel's eyes. "Nothing," he reiterated, but it sounded weak even to his own ears.
"Right," Gabriel stated. "You know, you've always been a crappy liar, Cassie. So. What. Are. You. Hiding. From. Me?"
Castiel stared back, not saying anything. Gabriel held his state a few seconds longer before letting out a dramatic sigh. "Fine!" They sat in silence a few minutes longer, tensing eating their dinner. Then Gabriel smiled like the cat that caught the canary. "So, how did you two meet?" he asked with an air of false casualness.
"What?" Castiel asked, going rigid.
"How did you and your boy toy meet, Cassie?" he asked innocently.
Castiel swallowed, knowing he had been caught. "I-I just, we... um..." he stuttered.
"Come on, spill the beans. And don't bother lying." Gabriel grinned wickedly.
Castiel huffed. "We meet a couple of months ago when I had to meet the vice principle about something," he blurted out.
Gabriel looked confused. "And you met because Dean was in the office... filling out forms? Helping the office ladies?" he asked, trying to figure out why it was such a big deal.
"Not exactly," Castiel mumbled, looking down at his plate.
Gabriel's face suddenly dawned with recognition and he gasped. "He was there because he was in trouble!" Gabriel exclaimed. "Cassie, I don't want you seeing this boy. He is trouble!"
"You don't even know what he was there for!" Castiel accused, sitting up in his seat.
"So what was he there for?" Gabriel asked flatly, with an eyebrow raised disapprovingly.
Castiel's anger vanished and he slumped in his seat, looking everywhere, but Gabriel's disapproving frown. "He... may have... kinda... stabbedakidwithascrewdriver," he let out in a rush\
"He what?" Gabriel asked, outraged. "Oh no. No, no, no, no, and, oh yeah, no! He's a delinquent!"
"You're a delinquent!"
"I am a respectable adult," he said with mock offense. Castiel just rolled his eyes. "He's violent."
"He's not violent."
"He stabbed a kid with a screwdriver!" Gabriel retorted, his voice going an octave higher than normal.
"Well, I know the kid who got stabbed and, quite frankly, he probably deserved it!"
I forbid you from seeing him."
"You can't do that!"
"Oh yes, I can."
"Gabriel, I appreciate your overprotectiveness because I know it means you care that much, but you can't stop me from dating someone," Castiel argued harshly.
"Sure I can."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"And how, exactly, are you going to do that?"
Gabriel faltered. "I-I, well, I..."
"Exactly," Castiel said smugly, smiling in victory. "Maybe you could keep me under house arrest, but you can't prevent me from seeing him at school."
"I can homeschool you," Gabriel declared, but it was a weak argument. Castiel leveled him an unimpressed glare. "Fine!" Gabriel threw his hands in the air. "I can't stop you from being with him," he conceded. "But I don't have to like it."
Castiel smiled at his admission. "Of course not, Gabe. I never said you had to." Castiel watched as Gabriel glared at his green beans. "Truce?" he offered.
Gabriel continued to look down at his food with a look of contemplation, though Castiel knew he was putting on airs. Begrudgingly, he agreed. "Yeah, truce." He smiled. "For now."
"I wouldn't expect anything less," Castiel said with an answering smile.
Odds were that he and Dean wouldn't last long, and Gabriel would be right there with an "I told you so," but Castiel needed to make his own mistakes. He just hoped Gabriel could deal with it until then.
After dinner, in the solitude of his own room, Castiel sat on his bed, resting against the headboard. He had Dean's number typed into his phone and he was debating what to do. He decided he should text Dean, as a phone call would be to nerve-wracking, but he wasn't sure what to text. He decided to go simple.
(8:46) Hello, Dean.
(8:46) This is Cas.
He sat, staring at his phone as he waited for a reply. Minutes ticked by and nothing happened. Castiel sighed. He was being foolish. Dean could be busy right now or not have his phone with him or something. There was no reason to feel so anxious.
Just as he stood up to grab a book, his phone pinged with a new message. He whipped around and reached for his phone too fast and he tripped and fell halfway onto the bed, then slid the rest of the way to the floor. He let out a huff at how stupid he was being and stood up and reached for his phone, slowly this time. He smiled as he read the message.
(9:01) Hey, Cas
Notes: Thanks for reading, comments are much appreciated 😊
I'm planning another chapter with more overprotective!Gabriel and a relationship between Cas and
Dean, so look forward to it!