This is my first fanfic for Supernatural, so pardon me if it's a little choppy and not so captivating.
I thought since it was my first I would make it a highschool AU just to stick to something I am familiar and good at.
I'm sorry if this chapter is a little slow, and I know, it doesn't have any cute fluffy destiel moments yet, but trust me, it will be getting good.
I have a lot planned for this destiel slash, so please stay tuned!
I'll write more onto it if requested!
Chapter 1
"Why am I doing this" Dean perplexed. None of it made sense. All his years in high school he has been the ladies man, the player, the one to toy with the heart strings of any woman within a mile radius. But now, here he is, sacrificing it all for one person, or should I say one boy. He looked down bashfully at his feet as he kicked some lint around on his living room floor- public speaking has never been something Dean has been particularly good at, especially when it's about...this.
"Well," Sam begin, seated next Bobby on the couch only meters from where Dean stood. "Aren't you going to tell us the big announcement you said you had?" Located adjacent from Bobby was an arm chair inhabited by Castiel. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be there- he always is, I mean, after all he's almost like a lost puppy attached to Dean. No one found it odd though, for Castiel being the innocent and quiet new kid, it was just thought he followed Dean around in hopes to gain a confidence similar to that of his. But today he was there for an entirely different purpose.
"Uhm," Dean nervously cleared his through, yanking on his collar. "Castiel is more than my... erm 'best friend'. You know how he's always been around? Well.. Sam, Bobby, we have so -" Sam interrupted with a gasp, jaw dropping as Bobby sat up stiffer as if in attempt to contain himself.
"Y-you've got to be kidding me," Sam stared in disbelief. But before all the heat is let out, let's back up to how Dean got in this situation in the first place.
The road seemed to stretch on for miles and miles, never ending. But Dean liked that. He liked being able to hop into his car after school, his good ol' '67 Chevy Impala, and just drive to forget about his problems. Today, that release seemed all the more sweet, for him and Sam aren't exactly so chummy at the moment. As usual, they are were having one of their spats. This one, like many others, seemed like it was going to be the last straw.
"Fuck it," Dean muttered to himself as he dug his thumb into his left temple, "I thought this about the last argument we got into as well. Just give it some time, Dean..." But before he could finish reassuring himself, in a half daze from thought, he noticed a large moving truck only meters away from him backing up into the road, and he slammed on the breaks in order to not collide head on with it. Squealing and causing a scene, his car swerved and nearly spun out.
"Oh crap! That was a close one, are you okay baby?" He gasped as he patted the steering wheel, as if re assuring the car, when a man came running out from the moving truck in a rage. He looked in his mid 20's. He short black hair, a small face, sharp jaw line, and patchy stubble on his chin. He had a lollipop stick hanging out from the left corner of his mouth, lips tinted blue from the sugary treat.
"What's your problem bro? Be more careful, can't you see you almost hit me?" The man went off in a tangent, but while observing the car, something caught Dean's attention. In the mover's van, there was a young man that looked to be his same age in the passenger's seat sitting casually, fidgeting with a brown box on his lap. He was dressed quite formal, and had short pitch black hair that complemented his big, baby blue eyes. Or were they purple? Dean couldn't get a good look at them, especially while being yelled at. His eyes and square jaw line were perfectly framed by a scruffy 5 o'clock shadow.
"Hey," the angered man's rage sustained significantly, "You're John's kid right? Winchester?"
"Yeah, I'm Dean Winchester." Dean replied vaguely. How did he know his dad? Old friends? Possibly hunted together? Dean would have contemplated it deeper if it weren't for that mysterious man in the moving truck drawing his attention.
"Me and John were in.. well.. business together. " The man's face said it all.
"So you were a hunter too?" He casually dusted off some lint from his steering wheel cover, "Small world." Dean gave him a firm stare.
"Wait, you know?" The man's face melted into a rather concerned expression.
"What do you me-" Dean began, but was interrupted by his phone ringing. He looked down to see it was Bobby phoning him. Most likely worried of his whereabouts.
"What is it now Bobby," he huffed, "I said I would call when I was almost home."
"Well than get your butt home!" Bobby barked like a demanding parent, "Sam's bringing Ruby over for dinner and we need to clean this place!"
"I gotta go," Dean sighed as he started his car up again, "Welcome to the neighborhood, oh and see you around."
"Yeah..." The man spoke still with a tone of fear, and then crept back towards themoving van. As he drove away, Dean saw the man quickly scurry to open the door for his passenger, and began to whisper something into his ear. He blew it off though, for he could hardly think over the growling bear in the pit of his stomach.
Dean's impala roared up into the driveway, and he stumbled out carelessly. Scratching an itch behind his ear, his mind still continued to wander over the previous event. What was all that about? Who was that guy who knew his dad?
"And who was that guy in the van?" Dean began to think aloud.
"You ask me," Sam jokingly replied, knowing Dean was thinking aloud. Dean didn't notice that Sam had came out to greet him at the sound of the car driving in. Dean playfully punched Sam's shoulder.
"Butt out of my head conversations you little bitch," Dean hissed, but kept a friendly smile on his face. Sam chuckled.
"Maybe you shouldn't think out loud then, only creepy insane people do that. You know, I worry for you sometimes Dean," Sam sighed. They made their way to the door, when Sam raised an eyebrow. "What were you talking about anyway? Some guy in a van?"
"Oh yeah," Dean began opening the front door to Bobby's house- or should I say their house. "I almost got in a car crash with a moving van on the way home. This shrimpy dude with a sucker shoved in his mouth came out and wanted to bash me." Sam raised an eyebrow twards Dean's story. Not the first time something like this has happened with Dean, so why should Sam be worried?
"Dean, you really need to learn to be more attentive while driving..." Sam sighed.
"What did I say about using big words Sammy?" Sam rolled his eyes. "But the most peculiar part was that the guy recognized me as Dad's boy." Now Dean had Sam's attention. "He said he was 'in buisness' with dad, then got all sketchy when I asked if him and dad hunted together."
"Ya think we should tell Bobby about this?" Sam contemplated as he grinded his feet on the floor mat before entering the house, knocking off the stickers from his shoe laces. "I mean, what if he's a demon, or knows where dad is..."
"No, Bobby will just panic if we tell him, and he'll keep us out of school for a while again." Dean huffed. Sam shook his head in agreement, and before he could reply, Dean smirked. "We all know that little straight A student Sam Winchester couldn't stand missing school!" Sam rolled his eyes and playfully punched Dean.
"Bitch!" Dean punched back, but before anything else occured, Bobby came into the living room with them.
"Calm your horses you two!" He boomed as he pointed a spatula in their direction, as if to intimidate them. His attempts didn't work an ounce. "Get ready now, the guests are on their way. And by God if you two act like five year olds when they are here, I'll have your balls on a platter!"
Dean and Sam chuckled as they darted back to their rooms to get ready. School was tomorrow, and Dean still hadn't done his homework. Typical.
The chime of the tardy bell echoed through the halls as Dean casually strutted to class, not a care in the world despite him being already late. He moseyed on in the door and ignored the scowl thrown at him by his teacher. That behavior was normal of Dean, the teacher had almost given up on ever seeing that boy in class before the bell. As Dean made his way to his seat, all the girls he passed giggled, wove flirtatiously to him, winked, and said hi to him in tones of angst. Also typical for Dean. It was known by everyone in the senior class that Dean was in how much of a 'player' he was. The girls wanted him, the guys wanted to be him. He had it made. Dean took a seat in his desk, when the teacher was called out into the hall by a super-attendant. For a whole ten minutes the class was left teacher less, and that time consisted of paper being tossed, shouting, and Dean almost making out with two girls.
"Alright class, settle down now!" Said the short and stout teacher as he hobbled into the classroom. He stood on his soap box in front of them all, and removed his glasses to clean them with his coffee stained tie just before saying, "Keep it down, we have a new student that I would like to introduce to you all. Please be nice, he's not from around here."
The door opened and in he walked. Dean couldn't believe his eyes. It was the guy in the moving van- the one with the five o'clock shadow, the one with those blue eyes... The one he for some reason couldn't take his eyes off of. The man stood stiff, with excellent posture. His hair was a dusty black, and was short but still shaggy. Some hair stood up here and there, but you could tell it was very clean. His eyes were stern, and the color was what stood out on them the most. It was almost a baby blue, so very bright, but eliminating from the pupils was almost a midnight purple tint. His almost square, defined jaw line was framed by a high collar leading down to a long, knee length tan trench coat. beneath this was a formal white button up shirt, and below that were tan dress pants. Dean was mesmerized.
"His name is Castiel," Spoke the teacher. The new kid, or Castiel, wove hello to the class. Snickers were heard scattering the room. Some voices were heard saying is this guy for real? and what time period is this dude from? Dean couldn't help but slip a chuckle at some of these remarks.
"Your seat will be right over there," pointed the teacher. Dean's heart began to beat a little bit faster when he realized it was the seat right next to him. Why was he so nervous to meet this kid? As he strolled over, posture remaining as straight as ever, Dean could not stop staring at those big blue eyes.
"Uh, hello?" Said a small voice. Dean jumped, broken from his trance. Re-gaining consciousness, he realized he had been staring into Castiel's eyes for some time now. He looked around to see some people staring, and a couple girls giggled at him. Dean tried to keep from blushing.
"Um, Hi," Dean cleared his throat and tugged at his collar. "Sorry, I was lost in thought." The awkward tension in the room raised as people chuckled.
"It's quite alright. My name is Castiel by the way. And what might your name be?" Spoke Castiel. His grammar was so proper, it was rather shocking to Dean.
"I'm Dean," he spoke with a curious expression. "The teacher was right, you really aren't from around here are you?"
"Actually, I am not," Castiel begin as he brought out a binder from a suit case. "What makes you say that though?"
"Well," Dean chuckled, "It's obvious the poison from the people of this town hasn't gotten to you yet. You seem sophisticated, unlike most of the rats here." Oddly, Castiel chuckled awkwardly, and it was quite obvious he didn't get the joke. A couple girls in class scoffed at Dean's statement, and Dean merely laughed. Class proceeded on, and throughout the whole lecture, Dean would occasionally peer out of the corner of his eye at the mystery man to his left. It was once though that Dean looked over, only to catch Castiel staring already, with those big blue puppy dog eyes.
Waaah I'm sorry if this was boring, and sorry there was no cute or hot Destiel moments yet.
Trust me though, I have some good stuff written for this slash.
Just bare with me people.
