The troublesome sweethearts
Chapter 1- The story begins
Castiel Novak was not your ordinary teenager; he had many problems that a child of eighteen should not have. However, he only needed to last one more year at this new school to be officially free. Free from bullies, fake parents, unlikely love and life in general. He would have to go through university and then he will have a job as a criminal lawyer and all will be well. The biggest problem that Castiel faced was the bullies that tormented him for being gay. No matter how hard he tried to hide the fact they managed to find out and called him names such as "faggot" and "cocksucker". Maybe this school will be different he wishfully thought, maybe…
Dean Winchester was seen as the "jock" of Truman high. The girls adored him, even the boys did; not as publicly though. I mean who wouldn't fall hopelessly in love with this Winchester? He was tall, handsome, had Rapunzel green eyes along with perfectly tousled chestnut brown hair and without a doubt out of Castiel's league. However, this did not stop him from fantasising about him every now and then… Cas shared three classes with Dean: Psychology, Chemistry and English Literature. As luck would have it, Cas was placed in the seats right next to Dean in all three classes. This however was not helpful for Cas as much as he wanted it to. Every lesson, Dean would give Cas the deep stare as if has done something wrong towards him. Cas found this unnerving and contemplated asking their teachers to let him switch seats with another classmate; who Dean happened to like more than him. This then continued to occur for another two weeks and Cas had managed to keep his anger under control every time. Until after one lit lesson, after Mr. Crowley had dismissed them, Dean blocked his exit path in the hallway and gave him an extra hard stare. The problem with this was that Cas had managed to find this rather attractive and was beginning to be kind of turned on by Dean's actions.
"I hear you play with the wrong team dude," Dean began.
"Excuse me?"
"I hear you are a sucker not a licker, am I correct?"
"So?"
"Well, we don't exactly tolerate this is in Truman high," Dean took an tiny step forward.
Oh God! Why am I finding this good? Cas thought, worst timing ever!
Dean pushed Cas against the wall and placed both of them close enough that he could feel Dean's warm, moist breathe against he neck, causing unnecessary Goosebumps.
"Don't think about showing your face near me or any guy or else you won't know the meaning of hell till I give it to you, you son of bitch, know your place I would hate to have to remind you."
"O-okay, I promise," Cas managed to stutter out.
Dean released his grip on Cas' coat, turned and walked away to go to his next lesson. Cas has always been able to handle bullies, practically the expert at doing so, however, this time was beginning to be different. He has been put in a position where he found he bully attractive before. Usually they were fat or chubby with a round face and really flat hair, safe to say Dean was different. What am I going to do? This has never occurred before…
Just before Cas could begin to walk to his Law lesson he was ambushed by a small petite red head, smiling her face off staring lovingly at his face.
"Hi, I'm Anna. What's your name?"
"Um Castiel Novak. Hi."
"Castiel, hmm, what a nice and very interesting name have never heard it before. It's nice to meet you. I saw that you were new and thought that you could do with a friend in order to survive around her, especially from 'The Winchester'. Another reason I love your coat, trench coats are beyond awesome, I just love the trechies, and yeah that's what I call them. Sorry I babble when I meet new people or get a teensy bit nervous. I guess you should know that if we are going to become friends."
Cas gulped and stood wide eyed at the insane amount of information she was throwing in his ears.
"Cool, well then I guess we should meet in the cafeteria at lunch and begin to know more about each other more, sound alright?"
"Awesome!"
With one final grin she turned away, leaving Cas stood up against the wall breathing heavily and still in complete shock at what just occurred in the last fifteen minutes.
When lunchtime arrived, Castiel found himself seated next to Anna having the best time of his life with her. Yeah things are beginning to look different, thank god. I think I may start to actually like it here.
"So, Cas, what do you wanna do in the future then? The big question." Anna queried.
"Law, criminal side, it's something that I have always found fascinating. Also I have been told that I have a certain demeanour that fits with the court lifestyle."
"Nice," Anna giggled. "I am gonna be an artist hopefully, painting."
"Well, Anna, good luck with that. You have to show me some of your work sometime,' Cas winked.
"It's a date!"
"A date?" A voice boomed behind Cas. He braced himself for the inevitable hurt that was flying his was in that very second. "What's this? Little poor Castiel has switched to the right side, could this be? There is no way the school slut would have that effect on the gays. Well I'll be damned." Dean began to hover just above Castiel making his anxiety levels reach near maximum. Cas could not afford to have one of his panic attacks in a public place like this.
"It's just a figure of speech, you dumbass," Anna retorted.
"Well, Anna, how is the slut doing this fine morning?"
"Really dean? I have only slept with you, weren't even that good if I am to be honest. Who's the slut now?" Anna grinned pleasingly and turned around and acted as if Dean was not present behind them. Dean let out a low growl and exchanged a deep angry stare at cas.
"I'll be seeing you two soon," Dean and his posse; Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer and Adam, departed from the rom. "Don't worry he is a professional dick, you will get used to it over time."
"you really slept with him?" Cas inquired.
"Yep, he was my first," Anna laughed
"wow, so pray tell how was he in the sack then?" Anna stared dumbly at Cas as if he said something so horrifying.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing, it was just the last thing I expected to come out of your innocent little mouth,' Cas laughed at her response, "Well he was pretty good for my standards, I managed to get off about 3-4 times, i don't remember. I am assuming that is good from what I hear. The only bad thing was that we had sex in his car, kind of mad it uncomfortable, but that car is one sexy beast I would not mind calling mine. Despite this, he was a gentle and loving the whole time, he cares that it was my first time and took the effort to make sure I found it enjoyable. This is pretty decent for a slut but somehow, through all that, he manages to be a decent guy well at least to women anyway. This was the last thing I expected from 'The Winchester'. But my god was the experience beautiful! His dick was the perfect size, especially for blowjobs and handjobs." Cas widened his eyes in shock and also surprise in the sudden sensation he was feeling down there. A line of red appeared across Cas' face without a warning making Anna laugh. "Oh my god! You like him don't you? I mean I can't blame you he is about sexy as it comes in this school, maybe in the world, but still that's cute." Little did they know that Dean had entered the near empty cafeteria to catch the heartfelt conversation between the two best friends.
"Okay so I do," he admitted. "He is homophobic and way out of my league, so I gotta forget about it." Cs said with his eyes beginning to water at the truth coming out. Anna pulled Cas into a sympathetic hug, in doing so she caught eyes contact with Dean at the back of the room, his eyes wide horror and upon contact turned away from them and into the hallway. Anna didn't know what to do, tell Cas and practically ruin his life in that one single moment? Or keep quiet and let them continue the awesome thing that they have got going and hope that Dean doesn't open his trap? Anna elected n the latter option and decided to hunt dean down later and discuss this major issue for Cas' sake. There is no one who would want to break the heart of the little baby in the trench coat that Anna was comforting in her arms.