HS fic – Cas transfers in – Dean likes him (first guy)
Something, he's not sure what, made Dean look up from making out with Random Hot Girl against the lockers. An angel had just walked through the doors of Newton South High School. With that face, that body, and god, those eyes, Dean knew the guy had to be new. There was no way in hell he wouldn't remember him.
Leaving abruptly, he let the girl fall against her locker, unintentionally pissing her off. He pushed his way through the crowd, making his way over to the new guy, "You're new, right? Need any help?" Dean asked, leaning in a little closer than necessary. The guy looked up from his papers, an adorable pout on his lips, "Yes. I just transferred today. Your help would be most appreciated. Do you know where to find Room 221? the office administrator appears to have given me the wrong map."
Dean lit up, grinning happily, "That's my first class. I can take you there. Let me see your schedule." he said, taking the paper out of the guy's hand, "I'm Dean, by the way. It looks like we have most classes together. Awesome. You should sit with me at lunch, being new sucks. What was your name?" he asked as they entered the classroom.
"I am Castiel. Thank you for the invitation, that would suit me most satisfactorily." he answered, sitting in the seat next to Dean. Dean looked over incredulously, "Dude. We got to get you talking like a normal person. I don't know if you've noticed but most people aren't all that accepting. That's okay, you hang out with me long enough and I'll be sure to rub off on you." Dean finished with a smirk, the innuendo lost on the other boy.
Dean spaced out for the rest of class, spending the time staring at Castiel. There was something about him that drew Dean to him. Something special. Dean did wonder why he wasn't more freaked out by the fact that he was pursuing a guy but shrugged it off. He wanted what he wanted and he wanted Castiel.
"-ean. Dean. Class is over. Will you please escort me to the next?" Castiel asked, after successfully waking dean from his stupor. Dean shook his head clear, "Oh, sure thing Cas." he answered, ignoring the questioning look the new nickname garnered. Dean stood and turned to gather his books before realizing that he hadn't brought anything to class. Slightly red from his mistake, Dean put his and against Castiel's back and guided him through the hallways, reveling in the feel of Cas' musculature.
"I'll meet you right here after class to take you to lunch. Alright?" Dean asked, masking his nerves. He was Dean Winchester, dammit, all the girls wanted him. Castiel nodded, looking slightly morose at the thought of not having Dean in class with him. Which cheered Dean up enough that he actually went to class instead of ditching like he usually did. His math teacher was very surprised to see him, apparently unaware that he was assigned to her class.
Finally, the lunch bell rang. "Hold on Mr. Winchester. We need to talk." Ms. Summers called out, halting his rush out the door. She gave him a list of all the assignments he had missed thus far, offering not to tell the principal of his absences if he finished them before the end of break as well as completing anything she assigned the rest of the class. He was also expected to show up from now on, all in all, not a bad deal but he wanted to get going. Castiel was waiting for him.
Dean grabbed the assignment sheet and left hurriedly, ignoring the call not to run In the halls. He skidded to a stop in front of the door, disappointed that Castiel hadn't waited for him. He was turning to leave when he heard his name, "Dean." Confused, he looked around the empty hall before ducking his head into the classroom, Castiel was at his desk sorting his new schoolbooks. He'd waited, relief poured through him.
Grin back in place, Dean walked over to Castiel, "Sorry I'm late, teacher wanted to talk to me. Ready for lunch?" he asked, picking up Castiel's books. "Yes Dean." Castiel answered seriously, following after him, his hands empty.
Dean scanned the cafeteria for his brother, spotting him in the far corner, he wound his way through the people and tables as Castiel followed. Stopping in front of their table, Dean poked Sammy, "Hey bitch. This is Castiel. He's new. Cas, this is my brother, Sammy, and his girlfriend, Jess." Sam smiled, holding out his hand, "It's Sam. Welcome to our school. We were new last year so we can relate. Come, sit." Castiel reached out, shaking Sam's hand, "Thank you. I have to go purchase my lunch first but then I will sit. Thank you." he looked questioningly at Dean, raising a brow. Dean shook his head in reply, "No. I'm good. I'll save you a seat though." Castiel nodded, moving off towards the food.
"Jerk." Sam said, shoving Dean as he sat down, "What's with the books? Are you actually attending classes?" Dean smiled dreamily, "They're Cas' but yes, I did go my classes today. My math teacher actually gave me a crap ton of overdue work. Do you think Cas would tutor me? He looks like he'd be good at math." Jess let out a laugh, clapping her hands over her mouth as Sam just stared at Dean. "What?" Dean grumbled out, daring them to explain.
"I know you said you were fine but it is illogical to not eat at a predetermined meal time. I got you a burger and a coke. I hope they are acceptable." Castiel said, offering Dean food after appearing form nowhere. Dean looked form the food to Cas' expectant face, "I thin k I love you. This is awesome Cas." dean said thankfully, missing Castiel's reddened face as he dug into his lunch. Sam, now over his shock, and Jess giggled together quietly at this new show; Dean usually sat off somewhere else making out with his skank of the week.
"So, Cas?" Sam said questioning the use of the nickname. Continuing at Castiel's nod, "What brought you to Newton?" Sam asked, throwing an arm around Jess. Castiel looked up from examining his food, "My brother, Gabriel, obtained new employment in the area. As he is my guardian, I moved with him." he stated simply, returning to his meal. Dean and Sam exchanged a quick look over Castiel's hunched form, "You know, I'm basically Sammy's guardian. It's not official or anything but our dad's never in town. He's always off chasing down leads for mom's killer. So, yeah. I don't know what your situation is but if you want to talk, I'm here." Dean said, putting his hand on Cas' shoulder and staring into his eyes. "Thank you Dean but I am okay. Mother died at my birth and Father left shortly afterwards. I know no other way of life, it does not distress me/ however, if you ever need me, I will be here for you." Castiel answered, staring back at Dean as he leaned in close.
The spell was broken as someone bumped into Sam's chair, jostling the table. The noise of the cafeteria drifted back into their awareness and Dean moved back to his own space, "We should finish up, lunch will be over soon." he said, just as the bell rang. "Speak of the devil." Dean laughed out, "Come on Cas, we've got class." picking up his books once again, leading the way through the maze of hallways.
Dean stared at the clock, just a few more seconds and … the bell rang. School was officially out for winter break. Fuck yeah. "You have a ride home Cas? 'Cause you need to meet my baby. A black 1967 Chevy Impala, in perfect condition. She used to be my dad's but now she's all mine." he said, waxing poetic about his car. Castiel's face was cutely scrunched in confusion as he answered, "You refer to your car as baby? Why? It is an inanimate object." Dean gasped in horror, throwing a hand over his heart, "Lies! She, not it, is my prized possession. You'll learn to love her, I have faith in you." he said, once again taking Castiel's books, "So? You need a ride home? Or you could come over to our place and watch a movie with me and Sammy. What'dya say?" Castiel gave a small smile, "I would very much enjoy watching a movie with you. We would need to stop by my home first so I can leave a note for Gabriel. Dean nodded, walking quickly, "Hells yes! Hey, since we're stopping anyway, want to pick up some clothes? That way you can stay the night."
There was little talking on the drive, the sound of Rock only interrupted when Castiel would offer directions. It wasn't long before they pulled up in front of a mansion, small but still mansion-esque. "This is where you live?" Sam asked, piping up from the backseat. Castiel frowned, "Yes. I tried to tell Gabriel that it was excessive for only two people but he didn't listen to me. Obviously." Dean frowned, staring at the house, "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to invite you to our place. I mean, I knew you were better off than us. Your language and the tax accountant look give that away. But I never imagined this." Sam leaned forward and smacked him, "Jerk. Look at him. You hurt his feelings. You're not going to get anywhere if you keep that up." Dean reached out and clasped his hand, "I didn't mean that the way it sounded. Honest. It's just this is a freakin' mansion. We live in a motel. A bad motel, it's very embarrassing. That's all, okay?" he asked, his face and neck red from sharing. Obvious relief came over Castiel's face as he nodded, squeezing Dean's hand, "Wait here. I will be right out."
"Oooh, you like him!" Sam called out as the car door shut. "So what if I do. You okay with that?" Dean asked, nervously fiddling with his jacket zipper. Sam sobered up quickly, Dean was never serious about his girls, "I like him. I think he'll be good for you." Dean smiled, happy with his brother's approval.
Dean apprehensively led the way into their motel room. Two queen size beds, a TV, and a dank bathroom was all their home consisted of; their suitcases were piled against one wall, still full. "Well, this is it." Dean stuttered out, "What do you want to watch? You name it, if PayPerView has it, we'll watch it." Castiel looked around, finally setting his clothes on Dean's bag, "I have no preference. Perhaps Sam would like to choose a movie?" he suggested. Dean frowned, knowing his fourteen year old brother was a sap, "Yeah, alright. Come on, you can share my bed while we watch whatever girly movie he picks out." he moved over to his bed, kicking off his shoes and throwing his jacket at a random corner. Dean aid back on his bed, one arm up under his head, supporting it as he watched Cas strip off his trench coat. He patted the bed, inviting Castiel to join him.
Meanwhile, Sam bounced on his bed, flicking through the movie choices before deciding on 'A Walk to Remember.' Turning off the lights, he crawled into bed as the movie started, ignoring Dean's groan of contempt.
Halfway through the movie, Dean found he was actually enjoying the story. Not that he'd admit that if anyone asked. It certainly didn't hurt that Castiel had somehow ended up snuggling into his side, he'd started the movie on the far side of the bed but seemingly he'd wriggled his way over to Dean. Something that Dean was enjoying, he decided to risk it. Moving his arm from his side, he placed it around Castiel's shoulders, bringing him in closer. Without thinking, he leaned down to kiss Castiel's hair. Once done, he stiffened, wary of Cas' reaction but relaxed when none was forthcoming. As soon as he let go, Cas leaned up and swiftly planted a sweet kiss on Dean's lips, snuggling back into Dean's shoulder and continued to watch the movie. Dean stared down at him, surprised at his courage.
Dean watched as the guy on screen cried in his father's arms but he couldn't concentrate. All he could think of were those lips touching his. Giving in, he rolled Cas into his back and leaned in for a kiss. They groped and panted, their hands tangling in each other's hair. This continued for several minutes until a pillow hit them in the face, "Cut it out. I'm still in the room. Geez." Sam said, groaning, "And give me back my pillow." Dean laughed, a deep belly-rolling laugh, "Tomorrow. Hmm." he said, giving Cas a quick peck as he threw the pillow over his shoulder, settling down to finish the movie.
Dean groaned as he woke, automatically going to stretch the kinks out of his back when he registered a weight on his chest. Glancing down, he saw Cas snuggled up against him. The sight of the boy brought back the previous nights events in a flash. Dean couldn't wait, he maneuvered down, waking Castiel with a kiss. Cas arched into the kiss, pressing them even closer together, before breaking off with a groan, "Uggh, how can you stand to sleep on this infernal mattress? It tied my back in knots." Cas said, sitting up and stretching. Dean sat behind him, massaging Cas' sore back, "We can't afford anything else Cas. It's not like Dad sends us money, the room gets billed to him but I have to provide everything else. I work sown at the mechanic's shop most nights. It pays for food and Sammy's clothes. Now, don't go feeling sorry for me. It's our life. It's just the way it is." Cas turned and embraced Dean, kissing him once again, "I don't feel sorry for you. I think you're magnificent. I also think you and Sam should move in with me." Dean opened his mouth to refuse, Castiel quickly covered his mouth with a finger, "Hear me out. We have plenty of space, you saw the house, and I have more than enough money. I would really appreciate it you'd do this for me. I know it's too soon but I love you." Dean lunged forward, planting his mouth over Castiel's, kissing him eagerly before pulling back, panting, "I love you too. I don't care what anyone thinks, I love you." Cas smiled, deliriously happy, "So, you'll move in with me?" Dean's grin faded to a frown, "I have to talk to Sammy first." he explained. "Just say yes. Jerk." Sam said, rolling to face them, enjoying their surprised faces, "Yeah, like I could sleep through that." Dean started to smile but quickly switched to serious, "You're good with this? You're sure?" Sam nodded, "Yes, I'm sure. Let's do this. We're already packed and everything. Let's just change and go." Dean and Cas exchanged happy glances, celebrating with more kissing as Sam headed to the shower.
The End.