There were times when Castiel Novak would just sit back and day dream, right in the middle of class. No matter if the teacher yelled at him or if they were currently reviewing the things the class needed to know to take a test, he would still close his eyes and just take a moment to think. Over the past ten years his whole life had gone from zero to invaded by heroes. Which he didn't mind. His 'heroes' were probably some of the best people he had ever met in his entire life.
First there was Dean Winchester. An older brother to Sammy, and a strong soul that would do anything for his family. The entire time Castiel had known Dean, the latter had been one of those people who others didn't really like to mess with. It wasn't because he had actually done anything bad (that is if you discounted beating the complete and utter crap out of Zachariah [reasons yet to be discovered]), it was more because of the way he looked.
Then of course his family, which had changed three of four times over the decade he reminisced about. They were all blood related to him; it was just that the people who he lived with had changed. Which he didn't mind. He loved everyone in his family, some more than others, but nonetheless, he could handle every single one of them.
Now back to his favorite of them all. Dean. Dean had a redneck type of appearance about him. Wore a leather jacket, kept his hair short and only slightly messy, even let the scruff on his cheeks grow out a bit. He was average height, but made up for that with the strength he clearly showed. Castiel had found this 'redneck' interesting since day one.
He was seven, maybe eight, when the Winchesters had moved in three doors down. Dean, the eldest son, was his age, and Sam, the younger one, was three or four. Then there was a their father John, a scruffy beat up man who had pain in his eyes, pain that obviously no one could cure. He held Sam in arms lovingly and was holding onto Dean's hand as he walked them through the front door.
Dean had looked so sad, like his whole life had been thrown through a blender than served to him with a fancy little umbrella. Cas had immediately told his father about their new neighbors.
His father, Deus, had just smiled and rested his hand on Castiel's shoulder. He had told Cas that if he felt as though Dean was a hurt soul or a lost one, that he should do something about it. He should talk to the boy, bring him up from his despair and possibly be his friend if he felt as though that would help as well.
Cas opened his eyes, realizing that he had practically fallen asleep and tilted his head up to look at the board. When he was younger he had listened to his father and had become Dean's friend. Something that he considered an accomplishment. Cas didn't have friends, he had close family members. Dean was his first, right along with Sam and Jo who showed up a couple days later.
The teacher was writing something on the board and he squinted, assessing the information before discerning that he should probably write some of it down. He picked up his pencil and scribbled the formula for the force of gravity when dealing with two different objects. He dropped the utensil back on the table and turned around, looking over the other students in his class to spot Chuck Shurley with his tongue out, licking the edge of his lips and part of his cheek, while vigorously writing something in his notebook.
Next to him, Raphael, was glaring at a kid across the classroom, clearly there to stop anyone from laying a finger on Chuck. Raphael belonged to the same church as Castiel, which was very religious and very protective of the people that they associated themselves with. Chuck didn't belong to the church, but since he was the one and only friend of Raphael, he was treated like a god. Cas had seen Raphael, the taller and bulkier of the two, beat various people to a bloody pulp for pushing his only friend into the lockers or taking his notebooks or anything else like that.
Not that Castiel would do anything. He found it rather…wonderful that someone would like Chuck enough to protect him like that. And in turn he'd seen Chuck offer Raphael any help he needed with anything (mostly academic).
Cas waved to them and Chuck must've seen him out of the corner of his eye because he looked up, grinned wildly, and waved with both of his hands. He frowned when his mechanical pencil flew out of his hand and clanked on the floor. He got up to get it, but was forced back into his seat when Raphael stood and retrieved the pencil first. He smiled and nodded his thanks.
There was a reason why Castiel liked Chuck and most of it was because Chuck reminded him of himself, but with less stoic expressions and more worried looks and smiles. Chuck had a hard time making friends, much like Cas, and also kept to himself (minus close friends), much like Cas. They had become mutual friends, but then again not friends, very quickly.
Chuck waved Cas over. He stood and checked to make sure the teacher didn't notice him, and slid to his knees before Chuck's and Raphael's desk- the classroom was equipped with multiple two person desks so they could all have partners (Castiel's nonexistent). "Hello Chuck." He said, resting his arms on the desk, like he had seen Dean do to Jo and other people he knew multiple times before. Chuck gave him a weird look, not used to this type of behavior from Cas and just nodded awkwardly.
"Yeah, hey Castiel." No matter how many times Dean had told Chuck to call Castiel 'Cas', he still insisted on calling the black haired boy by his given name. Which the other didn't mind, in fact he liked being able to hear his name sometimes. Considering his whole family had taken to calling him 'Cassie'. "I wanted to show you something."
He watched as Chuck turned his notebook around and Raphael leaned over to look as well. Cas focused on the drawing in the page before him, tilting his head out of confusion and looking back up at his fellow peer. "I don't get it. What am I looking at?"
"Come on Castiel, you don't recognize them? It's Sam and Dean," He pointed from a tall muscular man in plaid, hair long and almost touching his shoulders, to a shorter but just as muscular man in a leather jacket. They were standing in front of a cabin, which was surrounded by a thick forest. Then Chuck's finger traveled to another character standing next to the one with the leather jacket. "And that's you." The character had black hair, pale skin, and was wearing a trench coat.
"You drew the Winchesters and me? Why?"
"Well…" Chuck went red and looked up to the ceiling, as if searching for an answer in the gray panels hanging above his head. "I was writing this story…and well…I needed characters with good personalities…and you know." He trailed off. Castiel nodded understandingly. "It's about these brothers, Sam and Dean, who hunt ghosts and monsters and stuff. You're an angel, since you know; you were named after an angel. It's a work in progress…" He said the last part once he saw Castiel's brows furrow at the mention of him being an angel.
He stood and grabbed the notebook, taking one last look at Chuck's drawing. It was actually done quite well; the details that Chuck had made were perfect. He rested the journal back before Chuck, grinning slightly and giving him an approving look. "Sounds great. What are you calling it?"
"Uh…Paranormal? That'll probably change sooner or later." He chuckled. "Hopefully sooner rather than later." Cas nodded, and headed back to his seat, catching Raphael making a paper tower out of his class work before rolling his eyes and pulling his cell phone out. Dean had given it to him when Cas turned 14, saying something about him not wanting Castiel to be anywhere where he couldn't reach him. So he graciously took the phone and used it more than not.
He sent Dean a message about lunch, requesting that Dean give Castiel his pudding cup or applesauce, depending on whatever he had brought that day. He got a text back soon after, opening it up and reading through it. He smiled. Not in a million years angel-man, had been the reply he gotten and he carefully pressed his ways through the buttons and sent an Assbutt in return. His phone went quiet after that and he soon got bored again.
The clock became interesting and he rested his head on the table, watching as the arms went round and round, waiting for them to stop betraying him and let him leave third hour already. A groan came from him as he rolled his head onto his arm so he could take comfort in the soft flesh. It was like a nice little human pillow. He closed his eyes and rested, not falling asleep, but not being absolutely coherent either.
It had been five- no- six months since Castiel's birthday and six months since Cas and his best friend had become Destiel, as Jo and Sammy called it. Dean hated it. He thought it was childish and stupid. But then again he secretly loved it, because Castiel and he were a team. They were a package. Neither one could be without the other.
Dean had been one of those kids that seemed happy most of the time, always holding Sammy, even when he was real young, and always outside doing something. Castiel had brought the Winchesters a basket of goodies (candy and things) as a house warming gift the second day they were in the house. John had accepted it from him, smiling a fake smile that never reached his eyes and invited Cas and his father inside.
He had found the emptiness of the house fantastic, loving the ability to slide across the hardwood floor when he took his shoes off and was left just in his socks. Sam, still a young toddler at the time, had been walking around the house, holding onto the wall, with Dean standing behind him, a huge grin on his face. Cas had fallen when he saw the other boy, slamming onto his bum and whacking his head on the floor. His father stood and helped Cas up, smiling and telling him to be more careful next time.
Dean was grinning, holding back the snickering that threatened to escape from his lips. Castiel had glared at the other boy, not amused with the mocking that was being sent his way. "Quiet." He demanded, rubbing the back of his head.
"Smooth move Ex-Lax." Dean said in reply, helping Sam to a sitting position and walking up to Castiel. He curled his brows and pursed his lips to one side of his face. Cas glared. "What's your name?"
"Castiel."
"Cool name Cas. Wanna see my Hot Wheels? Well, they're more like mine and Sammy's, but they're in my room so I call them mine." Castiel could see the way the boy's face lit up when he talked. Not about the little toy cars, but when he even mentioned his brother's name. Cas could see a father in Dean, and at such a young age. Castiel hesitantly nodded, looking to his father for approval before heading up the stairs with Dean- who was carefully helping his brother up the steps.
Dean led Castiel through a small hallway and into one of the smaller rooms. The walls were white, there were boxes covering the floor, and in the middle was a small twin bed. For their age the bed was about the size it should be, but Cas found himself wondering why it was smaller than his own, which was a full at the time. He ignored it and waited as Dean tugged a large flat plastic container out from under the bed and opened it to reveal an ocean of plastic and metal cars.
A grin covered Cas' whole face and he plopped to his bum, reaching into the box and pulling out a small SUV that resembled an old style Chevy. "Awesome," He breathed.
"What?" Dean had looked up from his own chosen car, amazed to hear someone complementing his collection.
"I-I said awesome," Castiel stuttered out. "I love cars."
Dean grinned widely. "So do I. Let me show you my pride and joy." He stood and opened one of the boxes, pulling a plastic cube out and handing it to Cas. He opened the top and pulled a little black car out, holding it out to Castiel who gracefully took it from him. "It's a replica of a '67 Chevy Impala. My dad has the actual car and he said that until I'm old enough to drive I can keep that," He pointed to the little car. "As a token. And if it's still in good condition when I'm sixteen, then he'll pay for a new set of tires." Castiel was shocked to hear Dean speak like he was. His grammar and pronunciation were amazing. Then he saw Dean frown and frowned himself. "Weird though. Most kids my age don't like cars. And they don't get my obsession with them either."
Cas just grinned and handed Dean the car back. "I think it's fantastic."
A hand connected with Castiel's head and he jerked upwards before grabbing the hand and nearly falling off his chair. Chuck stood next to Raphael, wide eyed and scared looking as the other tugged out of Cas' grip, a steady stern glower focused on Castiel. "Wake up sleeping beauty. Class is over." Cas nodded, looking around to find his back.
"I have it here." He heard Chuck say as he held up the black backpack in front of his face. Castiel thanked him and took the bag. Chuck smirked, nudging Cas in the side, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "Day dreaming about Dean I see?"
Castiel didn't care to hid the tint that formed on his ears, only nodded, but held up his hand before Chuck could continue with multiple innuendoes. "Just about when we first met. Nothing dirty."
"Oh Castiel, you're so innocent." Chuck winked and ran up to his locker, a huge smile on his face as the blonde who had the locker under him showed up. Her name was Becky something, Cas knew, and Chuck had been crushing on her since the first day of freshmen year. Dean had already tried multiple times to get the two together, but Becky was some weird species know as a 'fangirl' and Dean had to 'get her away from the slash' before he could have the two date. Whatever all that meant.
Castiel didn't bother with going to his own locker, only tucked his books into his chest, straightened his bag on his shoulders, and rushed to Dea- ahem…fourth period.
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