Inspired by a tumblr post and the picture. I know I should be updating my other fics but my sister said "yo there should be a fic where ~plotline~ so here it is.
Summary: Castiel is invited to hang out with Dean and company for a night, which means a pizza, a movie, a game of Twister. Nothing can go wrong. In fact, so many things can go right. Highschool AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. All rights go to the writers of Supernatural. If i quote any songs etc. I will cite them in an author's note at the bottom.
It started on the Twenty-Ninth of February.
The date didn't mean much to Castiel. It was that odd day you only got every four years, but it wasn't anything else to him. It was probably someone's birthday, someone else's deathday. But the twenty-ninth of February didn't seem too special to Castiel. It was just an other Friday that he had to wake up for school and try to get through the day without getting bullied. Again.
Castiel was bullied for many reasons. He was nerdy, gay, virgin, a teacher's pet, and bad at sports. He was a junior at his high school, and he didn't have any senior friends to protect him from the senior bullies. He didn't watch movies, read books written in this century, watch television, or go on the internet. He had an old flip phone, but it hardly got used because nobody ever texted or called him. The music he listened to was mostly the Beatles, Queen, and Kansas. He never did anything your parents would warn you not to do–as far as the people at school knew. His parents didn't know he was gay, but they probably didn't care anyway. He hardly ever saw them, let alone talked to them.
He was taller than most people, but not by much. He had messy almost-black hair and bright blue eyes. He always wore a tan trenchcoat, regardless of temperature. He never stuck up for himself when people picked on him because the time he tried he made everything worse. He just accepted defeat and moved on. Every day.
So no, the twenty-ninth of February held no promise for Castiel Jimmy Novack. Not yet anyway. It was only 6:30. Castiel took a shower, got dressed, and grabbed some toast and his backpack on his way out the door. Nobody else in the house was even awake by the time Castiel left, but that was just fine with him. He was used to it by now.
He walked to his car, a rusty old pick-up truck, and hopped in. He turned the key and started to drive down the road. He was a sixteen-year-old, thankfully, so he didn't have to drive with anyone else. Except Meg, who he picked up and brought to school with him every day.
Meg was a "strange little specimen" as she sometimes called herself. She was average height for her age, sixteen, but still shorter than Castiel. She had long, wavy, dark hair and chocolate eyes. Her skin was pale and miraculously unblemished like Castiel's. She had a pretty, round face and a sarcastic attitude. She used to have a crush on Castiel, but when he told her that he was gay and she decided to be his best–and only–friend. She came up with a nickname for everyone the second she met them, which could get annoying sometimes. She called Castiel "Clarance" because he was named after an angel and it was a reference to some Christmas movie he had never watched.
Meg had never gotten bullied. In fact, she didn't even know that Castiel was getting bullied. If she noticed a cut or bruise on him he would brush it off and she it was a "auto mechanics accident" or something like that. Meg knew not to grill Castiel for answers because he would go into a stage where he would just ignore her until she stopped.
He pulled up to the front of Meg's house to see the woman herself standing on the curb in front. She opened the passanger seat door and climbed in.
"Hiya, Clarance!" she exclaimed as she buckled her seat belt.
"Hello Meg," Castiel sighed, rounding a corner.
"It's only me, Clarance. No need to get so excited," she said sarcastically.
"But look at the sky, Megsicles!" he cried, voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and the sky welcomes me to a new day!"
"First off, never try to nickname me again. Megsicles is your worst one yet. Second, a simple 'not in the best mood right now' would suffice."
"Whatever," Castiel said. He tried to find something decent on the radio, but gave up and turned it over to Meg. After a few seconds, they heard a familiar guitar riff leak from the speakers.
"Omigod it's the song," they said in monotone synchronization. They dramatically turned their heads to each other at the switch of tone in the song. They had been singing this as a duet since they had started being friends.
Castiel started, "I see a little silhouetto of a man."
"Skalaboosh! skalaboosh! Will you do the fandango?"
"Thunderbolt and lightening very very frightening me!"
"Galileo!"
"Galileo!"
"Galileo!"
"Galileo!"
"Galileo figaro! Magnifico-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"
They went on singing until the song was over, banging their heads when came the time. They made dramatic hand gestures and strummed imaginary guitars. The song was conveniently almost finished as they pulled into the school's parking lot.
"Any way the wind bloooooows. Crshhhhh!" They dueted, imitating the sound of the final cymbal at the end. They applauded themselves as they reached for their backpacks.
"We do that song great justice, Clarance."
"Amen to that." Castiel opened the door and hopped out.
"It's a sign," Meg remarked, striding down the pavement.
"Of what?"
"Today will be a better day than most."
"Yeah right." Castiel rolled his eyes at Meg's superstition. She told him this every time they sang Bohemian Rhapsody together.
"No seriously! The last time I sang that song with you, I found ten bucks on the ground, remember? And the time before that, you got your drivers lisence."
"And what happened the first time you sang it with me?"
"Um...that was the day you said you couldn't date me."
"That's right. The song doesn't make every day better!"
"But you sang it with me after you told me for moral support so that doesn't count!" Meg fake pouted as they stopped so Castiel could get books out of his locker.
"Well think what you want, but that song doesn't come with a free perfect day."
"It will grace you with some good luck though, I am sure of it!"
Castiel closed his locker. "Whatever you say, Meg. I've got trig first."
"Could you just ditch it and hang with me? I have study hall!" Meg said.
"Oh no good sir, for I have the power of triangles!" Cas replied, quoting the only YouTube video he had ever watched–which incedentally, Meg had shown him. The reference made Meg laugh, so she let him go to class.
Castiel sat in his usual seat, in the very middle. Class didn't actually start for ten minutes, so Castiel got out his copy of his favorite Supernatural book, written by his idol, Carver Edlund. He was just getting to the part where Dean, yet again, explains that Sam and he are brothers, not boyfriends, when he heard a clatter behind him. He ignored it and read on. Then a hand behind him tapped his shoulder.
"Hey," a voice whispered. "Could you get that for me?"
"Yeah, sure." Castiel snapped his book closed and bent down to reach the fallen pencil. He placed it on the desk behind him without looking at the owner.
"Thanks." The boy behind him whispered.
"No problem." Castiel went back to his book, but was interrupted a few minutes later by the same boy.
"What's today's date?"
Castiel turned to look at the boy behind him. "It's the twenty-nin..." His voice faltered on the last syllable. The boy's green eyes made his heart skip a beat and then go double time. Those eyes were a bottle green that made Castiel wonder what he was doing with his life. He had short, sandy hair that was gelled into a cute little spike at the front in the middle. And that smile. That smile should be illegal in every state. Castiel zoned out looking at him for a moment, then realized that he was supposed to tell the boy the date. He cleared his throat. "Twenty-ninth of February."
"Thanks," the boy said. He wrote it down on the top of his paper, right under his name. Dean Winchester.
'Like in the Supernatural books. Cool name. It fits him perfec...' Then he remembered who Dean Winchester was. Meg had told him about Dean Winchester. Oh no, he was not going to fall for Dean Winchester.
Dean Winchester may have been the most infamous high schooler in Kansas.
As a freshman he–supposedly–failed every class except auto mechanics and gym. He dated every girl who didn't know his reputation, and most of the ones who did. Castiel couldn't blame them; the guy was so goddam gorgeous that he couldn't blame anyone for wanting him. He never had a relationship longer than a few days, but he never seemed to care. He went to every party he could get into, even though he was only a freshman. He drank beer all the time, even though he was at least five years underage. Everyone who knew him could be sorted into one of five groups: dated him, wanted to date him, jealous of him, best friends with him, wanted nothing to do with him.
Legend has it that there was one girl who he was in a relationship for his record of three weeks during his sophmore year. Her name was Lisa, and they apparently loved each other to no end. One day she got pregnant and they had a fight over whether or not it was actually Dean's kid. They didn't even break up because she died that night in some freak accident with a wood chipper at Dean's uncle's house. Some say Dean planned her death, but he was at the funeral, and nobody could deny the heartbreak in his eyes. After that he skipped town with his dad and brother, Sam, and nobody thought they would come back. There were all kinds of rumors about them, the most interesting being that the Supernatural books were about their real lives, with a few changes about their ages and other small details. 'But Dean dies and goes to Hell at the end of the series, everyone knows that.'
But here he was, sitting right behind Castiel. And Castiel couldn't stop thinking about him.
'Stop it Castiel, you know he's straight.' But Castiel literally could not make the boy leave his mind.
He looked at his worksheet that Mrs. Mosley had passed out and tried to focus on the triangles. Literally every thought went back to that boy sitting behind him. 'The sum of all three angles will always add up to 180 degrees. 180 degrees Fahrenheit is pretty hot. Dean Winchester is pretty hot.'
'Let's try this again. The sum of the lengths of two sides of a triangle will always be greater than the remaining side. Noses are kind of triangular. Dean Winchester has a nose. Goddammit.'
'A right triangle may have one 90 degree angle and two 45 degree angles. An anagram of angle is angel. I am named after an angel. I sit in front of Dean Winchester in trig. He looks like an angel. GODDAMMIT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM.'
One aganizing hour later, trig was over and Castiel could try to distance himself from Dean Winchester. Not that he wanted to be away from him. In fact, he wanted to never stop looking at the boy. But maybe if he got away he could focus on his schoolwork.
But he was wrong.
In his American history class, they were studying Walter Hunt, the creator of the Winchester Rifle. In his biology class, they were learning about punnet squares and how traits like beautiful green eyes could be dominant or recessive. In his British Literature class, there was a poster of some British television show with the initials "DW."
Then the bell rang and it was finally lunch and he could vent to Meg.
He raced out the door and down the hallway, when he felt something collide with his side. Then an arm pushed him up against the hallway lockers.
"Hey, nerd." Castiel smelled the familiar breath of Gordon Walker in his face. "Want us to teach you an other lesson?"
Gordon's cronies laughed harshly in the background. Castiel didn't know what to say. They asked him that question every day, but he never learned anything from them. He just felt pain. He wondered why none of the other kids in the hallway ever stopped to even look at him. Castiel closed his eyes and prepared himself for the blow that was bound to come. He heard a fist collide with a jaw and heard a yelp of pain, but they weren't his. Castiel felt Gordon's arm drop from its position across his chest, but Castiel was too scared to open his eyes.
"Leave him alone," a voice said gruffly.
"Or what?" came Gordon's reply.
"Or I kick your sorry asses into next Tuesday."
"Yeah right."
"Don't make me prove myself, because believe me–I will."
Castiel heard Gordon's gang grumble away. He still didn't dare to open his eyes.
"Hey," that same voice said. "You okay?"
'He's talking to you, Castiel.' Slowly, he opened his eyes. And there was his knight in shining armor. Dean Winchester.
"You alright there, blue eyes?"
'Now I am.' "Yeah, I'm okay." Castiel brushed off his arms, avoiding those beautiful eyes. "Thanks."
"No problem." He smiled that adorable smile. Then his face fell serious. "Do they pick on you a lot?"
"Every day." Castiel looked around. He didn't want Meg to pass by and start asking questions, too.
"Come with me." Dean started walking down the hallway with the rest of the crowd. Castiel trotted after him, his heart fluttering.
"Dean Winchester," he said, offering his hand.
"Castiel Novack," he replied, shaking it.
"You sit in front of me in trig, right?"
'Omigod he noticed me.' "Yeah, you asked me what the date was."
"That's right," Dean said, chuckling. "Weird day, the twenty-ninth of February."
"Yeah..." Castiel's pulse felt faster than the speed of light. 'Where am I even going? I don't know. Do I care? Not if Dean Winchester is going there, too.'
Dean pushed open a door of the cafeteria. It was odd being in there. Castiel and Meg usually sat outside on a bench in the courtyard, but they never went through the cafeteria. They always just went around. He wondered if she would be there waiting for him on the bench or if-
"There ya are, Clarance! I've been lookin' all over for ya!" She flung her arm around his shoulders, and he could have sworn he saw jealousy in Dean's eyes.
"Hi Meg. This is Dean Winchester. Dean, Meg Masters." Castiel motioned to the hot piece of beauty to his left to introduce Meg to him. She shook his hand enthusiastically.
"Hey! I'm Clarance's best friend. Have been since I told him I loved him but he told me he was as gay as a rainbow." Castiel saw some emotion wash over Dean. Was it relief? Joy? Want? Castiel secretly wanted it to be all of those.
"Hi. I've been Cas's friend since, like...recently." Dean caught Castiel's eye and understood not to talk about the bullies.
"Coolio, Deanio! Where were you two headin'?"
"Let me lead the way." He walked in front of them, and they followed behind. He pushed open the doors to the courtyard and lead them down the pavement.
"You like him, don't you?" Meg whispered to Castiel.
"Yes but he's as straight as they come," he sighed forlornly.
"It's a shame. He'll be good for you."
"You say that like we'll be a thing." Castiel really wanted them to be. "But he's amazing and I'm not and I'm gay and he's not."
"Don't sell yourself short. You're as gorgeous as he is and he visibly relaxed when I said you were gay. Trust me, he likes you too. And if he doesn't yet, he will." Castiel smiled. Maybe she was right.
He saw where Dean was leading them. There was a group of five kids sitting under a tree in the courtyard. Well, they weren't all sitting. In fact, they were all lying on each other like a huge human pretzel. There was some food on the grass in the middle of all their bodies, and some were casually eating it.
"Guys, meet Castiel Novack and Meg Masters."
"Hi Castiel. Hi Meg," they said, like it was a support group they were joining instead of a clique.
"Cas, Meg, meet my friends. This is Joanna Beth Harvelle-"
"Call me Jo or you die."
"-my little brother, Sammy-"
"He's the only one who can call me that, by the way."
"-his girlfriend, Jessica-"
"Hello."
"-Charlie Bradbury-"
"Wassup, bitches?"
"-and Gabriel."
"Hiya Castiel!"
That caught Dean by surprise. "You guys know each other?"
"Are ya kidding? He's my brother!"
"No, Gabriel, you are my cousin. You just tell everyone that you're my brother because you live at my house."
"Hey, it's not my fault my old man kicked me out." Gabriel shrugged.
"Wait," Jo said, "Gabe, I've been to your house, and I haven't seen Mr. Trenchcoats around there anywhere."
"That's because he locks himself in his room all the time, donchya Cassie?"
"Not all the time." Castiel said, blushing. "Only when the rest of the world is too boring or lacks need of my attention."
Jessica laughed. "I like you," she said.
Castiel smiled. "I like you, too."
Sam put an arm around Jessica protectively. "Don't forget that she's my girlfriend, Cas."
"Don't get your panties in a twist," Charlie said. "He's gay."
Cas had never even spoken directly to Charlie. "How could you-"
"Takes one to know one, Cas." She smiled and winked. 'Oh. She's lesbian.'
He didn't know what to say, so he just winked back. Then Charlie winked. Then Castiel winked. Then Charlie winked. Then Castiel winked. Then Charlie laughed. "You're cool, Cas."
And so began his friendship with Dean's friends. Meg and Charlie bonded instantly because they were both huge Star Trek fans. Everyone laughed and talked and ate the food in the middle. Castiel forgot his lunch in his car, so he was glad when there was something for him to eat. Castiel told them about him, and they told him about themselves.
He learned that Jo was like a sister to Dean because they were cousins, but Dean and Sam lived with her since their dad died. Her dad, Bobby, was Dean's brother. Jo was really nice, but she knew fifteen ways to knock someone out without touching them and seventeen without a weapon. She could beat anyone except Dean in an arm wrestle. Castiel thought that made Dean even more amazing, but he didn't say anything.
Sam was Dean's freshman brother, even though Sam was at least four inches taller than him. This had made him earn the title of "Samsqutach" from Gabriel, a nickname that Meg quickly latched on to. Sam and Dean's mother had died in a housefire when Sam was only six months old, so he didn't remember her much. They got into a car crash over the summer that sent them to the hospital and killed their dad. They started living with Jo after that, and had been ever since. Jo's dad and mom, Ellen, were their legal gaurdians.
Jessica–or Jess, as Sam called her–was also a freshman. She met Sam over the summer, since her mom was one of the nurses who took care of Sam at the hospital. She was, coincedentally, Charlie's older half-sister, meaning the had the same mother but different fathers. They had to explain this to Castiel, since the phrase "sister from an other mister" confused him. Jessica planned on being a doctor one day, and Sam said that he would go to Stanford with her when he would get his degree in law.
Charlie was a "fangirl." This meant, as she had to explain to Castiel, that she would read or watch something and basically worship it. She would quote it regularly, "cosplay" characters from it, write "fanfictions" about it, and run a blog on "tumblr" about it. He had no idea what most of this meant, and Charlie offered to show him one day. But Meg warned him not to "dip his toe into the Kool Aid of the Fanboy life," which confused him even more. Charlie had a girlfriend named Dorothy who she barely got to see, since she went to an all-girls boarding school.
Castiel already knew everything there was to know and more about Gabriel, but his cousin retold his life story to him like they were strangers. He was the trickster of the group, always making jokes or poking fun at someone else. He was a freshman like Sam and Jess, and nobody really knew why he was here. According to him, he had heroically saved Sam from getting hit by a bus on his first day of school, but the rest of them agreed that that wasn't true. Most of them thought that one day he just walked up to them and joined in on their conversation and nobody questioned him. They just let him in.
He realized that since Gabriel was friends with these people, they were probably all in his house at some point. There was a chance that Dean Winchester was in his house and he didn't even notice. He wondered if Dean realized the same thing about him, but he doubted it.
Castiel was about to hear about Dean's life when that blasted bell rang. 'Damn you straight to Hell, bell operator. Damn. you. to. Hell.' Which reminded Castiel of the Supernatural books and how he wanted to talk to Dean about the similarities of his life and the character's, but he would have to do that later. 'If there is a later,' that negative voice in his head whispered.
"Are we still on for tonight?" Jessica asked nobody in particular.
"Damn right we are," Charlie said. "It is Friday, after all."
"Why, what's going on?" Meg asked.
"We're all going over to Charlie's for pizza and movie tonight." Dean said. "You wanna come, Cas? Meg?"
"Can we?" Meg looked ecstatic to be invited.
"Hells yeah!" Gabriel said. "Cassie hasn't been out of the house in forever."
"We should go, Clarance! It'll be fun!"
Castiel smiled sheepishly. "Okay. What time?"
"Like seven-ish or something." Charlie said. "Whenever you feel like you should be there. But whoever gets there first gets to pick the toppings on the pizza we order with me."
"Sounds great!" Meg smiled at them. "I'm sure Gabie can show us the way."
"Right-o." Gabriel called over his shoulder as he strolled across the grass to the back building.
"See ya guys then!" Sam said, walking away with a waving Jessica.
"Laters!" Jo trotted off in the oppisite direction of Sam and Jessica.
"Peace out, bitches." Charlie walked away, doing something with her fingers that Castiel thought might have been a Star Trek reference.
"Bye Meg. Bye Cas." Dean smiled at him, once again making Castiel's heart pick up speed. He watched Dean walk away, and Meg noticed him staring.
"Hey Claracne, there'll be plenty of time for that later."
"What..." Castiel couldn't hear her. He felt like he was dreaming. 'I'm invited to "hang out" with Dean Winchester. Could this day get any better?'
"We gotta get to class, Clarance!"
"You're right, Meg..."
"Yeah I know I'm right! Let's get to class." Meg tugged on his arm.
"No...not about that."
"Then about what?"
"Bohemian Rhapsody made my so much better."
"Yeah, yeah, I told you so. Now let's get to class, loverboy. You're probably late already.
But frankly, Castiel didn't care.
The song was (obviously) Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. The YouTube quote was from a danisnotonfire video. I own neither of these.
This was supposed to be a fluffy one-shot but I got carried away so there's gonna be at least one more chapter.
So whaddaya think? More to come soon(er or later). Leave a review!?