Hi! I have never written fanfiction before, so I'm sorry but I'm very new to this so it might be a bit crappy. Also, I have never written in English before so it might be a bit spelling and grammar errors but hopefully you will survive. I hope it's not too crappy a story and that you'll like it anyway, this first part seems a bit weird but I promise that it will shape up later on!:)
(also I find it a bit hard to rate but we'll see how it goes hah)
Castiel pushes out the smoke from his lungs, letting it swirl in the cold autumn air for a few seconds until he breathes on it, making it dissolve into nothing. Seeing it disappear makes him feel calm, and maybe that is why he tends to smoke, no matter how much he hates the thought that he does it. The smell that always sticks with him for hours afterwards and the way people tend to judge him when they see him smoke just tickles his nerves, makes him a bit angry. But the calm from smoking is just something he can't afford to lose, not with school making him so stressed that he barely has time to do anything anymore. Which in turn makes him ignore his responsibilities and fail classes, but it in itself is nothing new. And so far nothing has changed, day after day he goes to the school also known as hell. And day after day he never learns how to pay bills or talk with adults in a way so that they will take him seriously. So he doesn't feel bad for skipping a few periods when he wants to, it all gets too much sometimes. Today is one of those days and his favourite spot behind the school is empty, as usual.
Until it all of a sudden isn't. A man with brown hair and a dark green shirt, which looks a bit older than Cas himself is, spots him and in a matter of seconds he's standing beside him.
"You can't smoke on school grounds." he says, but he doesn't sound all that convincing. He sounds almost like he doesn't care, but feel obligated to tell Cas anyway.
"Who are you?" Cas asks because he has never seen the man before. He is way too old to go to school here, and too young to be a parent to that's ruled out. He drops the cigarette to the ground, stomping on it with his black Dr martens, making sure it's out before he stands straight up, not leaning on the school's brick wall anymore.
"A new teacher", the man says, staring at the cigarette stump on the ground as if he could make it dissolve just by glaring at it. "Don't ... do that." he says after a while, bending down to pick it up but offers no further explanation to why, even when sensing Cas staring at him.
"Whatever", Cas mutters under his breath before moving away, pulling his jacket tighter around him against the harsh wind. He suddenly wishes that he hadn't decided to wear a fucking suit jacket over his sweater, it's way too cold for it today but he hadn't cared this morning. He had just guessed that it would get warmer, which it hasn't.
The smell of cigarette smoke follows him for the rest of the day, a dark cloud that won't leave him how much he even tries. Not when he skips third period and instead spends it in the bathroom with running water splashing over his skin, so hot that it burns him and paints red marks on his arms for seven minutes. Not when he goes outside to let the wind blow his crow black hair into his eyes and ruffle his clothes, tearing at him from every part it can. And certainly not when he he gives up his pathetic attempts and sits down by a desk, ready to listen to whatever bullshit the teacher is going to throw his way this time.
It's four, and then it's three, two, one. The bell rings loudly, piercing the air. Soon joined by the sound of chairs against the floor and tables slightly moving, students talking loudly and hurrying to get outside, away from the classroom as fast as possible. All in order so that the teacher won't have the chance to assign them the homework he currently has forgotten about. A light tap on the shoulder makes Cas turn around though, and the girl with the red hair smiles at him.
"Hello Castiel, haven't seen you all day", she says with a glint in her eyes.
"I missed you, too", he says with amusement in his voice, leaning over slightly to whisper in her ear, "do you want to leave?"
Charlie just shakes her head and starts pushing Cas toward the hallway, right into the mass of people. "Both you and I know that you're going to get a call home again if you don't start showing up for classes, and then all hell will break loose and we have plans this weekend, remember? So getting grounded is not an option, Mr."
"I knew you missed me!" Cas says triumphantly and smiles widely, before adding in a lower voice that he hasn't forgotten about the plans. Which earns an eye roll from his friend before she practically pushes him into another classroom, dragging him to the row of desks in the back. Cas makes a show of sighing before he slumps into an empty chair, making sure she knows that he would rather be outside, getting a cigarette and talking about interesting things. Not listen to some crappy teacher telling them about something that happened a hundred years ago and could not interest him less in any way. In loss of anything to do, he slowly starts fiddling with the end of his grey sweater, tapping lightly with his pen on the desk with his other hand. Annoyed, Charlie snatches the pen from his hand and puts it with a slam on her own desk.
"Stop doing that, I'm trying to read." Cas glances at her and can't hide the small smile playing on his lips. The class hasn't even started yet and she already has her history book out, trying to reread everything they have learned so far. Cas just shakes his head and glances at the door, impatiently waiting for the teacher to arrive.
And when he finally does, saying that Cas is shocked would be an understatement. The man that told him not to smoke on school grounds shows up, walking into the classroom and straight to the teacher's desk. Placing his dark brown bag on the floor, right by the neatly worn out chair, before he grabs a chalk and writes something on the blackboard.
"I'm Mr. Winchester", he says, and casually gestures on the board behind him. And surely his name is written on there, in a crooked line with all big letters. "And I'm going to be your teacher in this class from now on, so if you could all turn to page 384 in your textbooks that would be fantastic." he proceeds to say.
While everyone simultaneously opens their books, Cas just stares at Dean. Takes in the dark green shirt, so dark that it's almost black and the hair which seems to be perfectly managed. If he had any less self control he would be gaping, luckily he can control himself.
"He's hot." Charlie whispers and all Cas can do is nod, because he is. And in no way was he prepared to ever see him again. He had guessed that the handsome man would walk out of his life as quickly as he had walked into it, but that didn't seem to be the case. Instead, he will now be able to stare at him an hour for five days a week, and the view of a hot teacher is never wrong, not even know. Just in that moment Dean looks up, and Cas notices the slowly recognizing look in the teachers' eyes. Embarrassed to have been caught staring, Cas slams his history book on the table and hastily turns to the page everyone else has open.
