I see so many fanfictions about Dean being the popular guy at school, and Castiel being a nerd, so I decided to switch up the roles for once. I've only seen one other like this, and it wasn't even close to this. I recently got a laptop for Christmas, therefore I can write even more than usual! Hurray!
So, without further ado...MY STORY!
Chapter 1: King of the Campus
Castiel Novak was the captain of Samuel Colt High School's football team, therefore making him the most popular guy, most popular person, in the entire school. He was the head of the 'garrison' of offense he lead as star quarterback. He wasn't too bad with the chicks either.
Castiel was a high school heart throb, and he knew it. His unruly black hair and glimmering cerulean eyes made girls all over the school swoon by just giving a simple wink. He could have any girl in the school, but his girlfriend would seem to disagree. Meg was a cheerleader, one of the many who pursued the members of the football team. Some of the others; like Ruby, April, and Daphne, would twirl their hair at him, but not before Meg would shoo them off.
"Hey, Clarence, you going to April's party on Friday?" Meg asked Castiel after a football practice. Castiel rolled his eyes at the nickname. For some reason, Meg insisted on the name since the name 'Castiel' was supposed to be an Angel. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair and sighed.
"I imagine so. Now that she and Bart are dating, the entire football team is invited as well. Uriel and Theo will be there, I think Michael is coming too. I'll talk to my brother after school." Castiel contemplated, drying his hair. Meg shrugged and made her way over to where her boyfriend stood and planted a kiss on his lips. He pushed her against the wall and deepened it, mostly by instinct rather than passion.
"Hot dog, Clarence. You really know how to make a girl's nethers quiver." She said seductively, trying to catch her breath. He looked at her and smirked.
"I do know how to do that, actually." Castiel breathed before Meg blew a kiss and waltzed out the door. Castiel sat on the floor and took a second to compose himself, then went outside to go home. He was feeling good, his girlfriend had just told him about a party, and he had finished with his football practice for the day.
Until a boy ran into him, sending both teenagers to the floor.
"Hey, you ass! Watch where the fuck you're going!" Castiel yelled, rolling onto his back and looking up. Startlingly green eyes met his, horrified and concerned.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry…please…I'm…I'm sorry!" Whoever it was stuttered, trying to help Castiel up. The boy was paralyzed in fear, his emerald eyes wide. Castiel looked at him in confusion.
"Why are you so scared?" Castiel inquired, sitting up. The boy looked down at the ground and blushed furiously.
"Well…you're Castiel Novak. Everyone knows who you are….I'm sorry." He blurted one last time before grabbing his bag off the concrete and hurrying off.
"Dude, who does he think he is, knocking you down like that? Wanna go beat his ass?" Castiel's friend Michael asked, finding Castiel on the ground, still thinking about what the mysterious boy had said about being afraid of him.
"Nah, leave him. Do you know him?" Castiel asked with curiosity stemming from his voice as he looked through the crowd for the boy.
"Yeah, one of the ingrates that hangs out with Bradbury and that nerd, Kevin Tran." Michael snarled after him, then turned to Castiel. "You sure you okay?"
"I am fine. Thank you, Michael." Castiel thanked his friend before heading home for the day.
"CASSIE! TELL LUCI TO GET AWAY FROM ME!" Castiel heard as he walked through the door. Castiel sighed and locked the door behind him. Gabriel, his older brother sprinted around the corner in bare feet, being pursued by Gabriel's twin, Lucifer.
"Luci! Gabe! Stop! You're supposed to be eighteen years old! You're acting like a pair of five year olds!" Castiel yelled as he stomped into the kitchen. Anna was doing homework on the bar, and she glanced up with a smirk.
"They've been going at it for the past two hours. Sometimes I think they do it just to annoy us." She said before looking back down at her homework. She was only two years younger than Castiel, but she looked the same age. Castiel nodded in agreement before setting his duffel bag with his football gear down. He went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of water, chugging it down easily.
"CASSIE!" Gabriel ran into the room and grabbed his brother's shoulders. "Luci's been trying to get an invite to April's party." Gabriel practically yelled.
"What's your point, Gabriel?" Castiel asked, failing to see a point in the statement. Gabriel sighed and leaned in close to Castiel's ear.
"Kali told me that April and Bartholomew are only together because Luci over there dumped April about a day ago. Why the hell would she want him there now?" Gabriel hissed. Castiel chuckled and shrugged.
"If he wants to go to the party and get tortured by April, then let him. The masochistic bastard probably wants to gloat. Abbadon is totally after him now, and she will do anything Lucifer asks." Castiel considered. Gabriel looked at him, and then slapped Castiel on the back with a grin.
"Perfect! April's gonna tear him to shreds! Why not let him go?" Gabriel said, flipping his golden hair and turning to face the living room. "HEY! LUCI, YOU CAN GO TO THE PARTY!" Lucifer came in and looked at Castiel with a sly smirk.
"Thank you Castiel for being my favorite brother. Even though my womb-mate decided I was unworthy of this, thanks." Lucifer came in and laughed. Then the four siblings heard the door open and slam shut.
"Shit, mom's home. Go do your homework!" Castiel whispered, sitting down at the bar next to Anna, getting out his homework for the day and starting it furiously.
"Castiel. Are you doing your homework?" His mother asked as she entered the large room. Gabriel and Lucifer had managed to scamper to their rooms in time. Castiel looked up to meet the cold blue eyes.
"Yes, mother. I got home from practice about half an hour ago, and I have already had a bottle of water and I am attempting to do my homework now." Castiel muttered. She nodded quickly and turned to Anna.
"And you, Anna?" She inquired. Anna nodded without looking up. The woman seemed content with the response and left them. They both breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since their father had left them, their mother became cruel, calculating, and cold in every respect. She had gone from being their mom, to Naomi, the business woman both in the office and at her house.
"So, Castiel. ARE you going to the party?" Anna asked after she was sure that their mother was out of earshot. She leaned over with an engaged look, leaning on her hand.
"I believe so. Meg told me about it, so I assume we are meant to go together." Castiel waved it off and looked back at his homework. So, they dropped the subject and continued on with their work.
The next day, Castiel was determined to find the boy that knocked him down and ask him what he meant by 'he was Castiel Novak'. Did that mean something Castiel didn't know about? He couldn't focus in his English class; Mr. Crowley kept snapping him to attention.
"If I am interrupting some of your deeper thoughts, please do not be afraid to tell me, Castiel." Mr. Crowley crooned in false sweetness. He quirked his lips into a smile and turned back to the rest of the class. "Now, Shakespeare was a brilliant man. Not only was he a playwright, but he was a man who could weave words into elegant sonnets and couplets that portray the deeper feelings of man. Who can tell me what Shakespeare's first play was?" Mr. Crowley inquired, folding his hands behind his back and scanning the room for the students specifically avoiding eye contact. "Castiel. Since you were so obviously involved in your thoughts about today's lecture, would you like to tell us what William Shakespeare wrote and published as his first play?" Castiel shifted in his seat and looked anywhere but Fergus Crowley's amused brown stare. Suddenly, a finger nudged his back, and a piece of paper flew over his shoulder and landed in front of him.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona. It read after Castiel uncrumpled it. Castiel looked up and smirked at Mr. Crowley.
"I believe it is the Two Gentlemen of Verona, correct?" He said cockily, crossing his arms in obvious obstinance. Mr. Crowley frowned and turned to the whiteboard.
"Yes, glad you are finally paying attention Mr. Novak." He mumbled in a smooth British accent. Castiel smiled the rest of the class, nearly forgetting about who gave him the answer. The bell rang at the end of class, and Castiel turned to thank the person behind him, only to find the seat empty and a back rushing out of the room. Feathery dirty blonde hair peaked over his head, but other than that and the muscular back facing him, there was nothing to indicate who that was. He figured it was one of the smart guys on the football team helping him out.
Lunch came quickly that day, and Castiel shuffled to his seat beside Meg and absentmindedly pulled her closer to him. He began to eat his mushy cafeteria food and scanned the room. Uriel and Theo were across from him, discussing the recent football game in which Uriel kicked three field goals in order to win the game that night. Theo argued that if it hadn't been for his excellent defense. Azazel, Castiel's center guard on the field came and sat next to Theo with his girlfriend, Ruby. Azazel was a slime ball, as was his friend Alistair, but they were great on the field, and therefore Castiel didn't care about their personalities.
"Castiel, maybe you can decide this. Who did better on the field Friday?" Theo asked, leaning across the table. Castiel looked up from his food and shrugged.
"I think everyone did equally as well. It is a team, not individual players. Every person submits something to the plays, so no one person does better than another." Castiel said. Meg smirked and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek.
"That's my Clarence. Always the impartial party, huh?" She laughed, tossing her deep brown hair. Castiel laughed lightly and looked around.
"I believe I am nearly done, so I am going to take this to the trash. Excuse me for a moment." Castiel got up and carried his tray to the trash can and went to dump the leftover food. He got to the can and dumped the food. He heard a hasty exhale behind him.
"Geez, could you take any longer?" A gruff male voice said from behind him. Castiel felt anger well up in his chest as he turned to face the speaker. As soon as he turned, he knew the voice.
It was the guy from the day before, only his voice had been so different. This guy who talked to him was confident, impatient, and overall…just interesting. His inquisitive green eyes had half a second of complete serenity, with a slight annoyance hinting at his features. He was tall, taller than Castiel, with dirty blonde hair. Castiel realized in moments that this person, whoever he was, bailed him out with Mr. Crowley.
The eye contact ended when the guy's eyes fell to the floor and he stepped back.
"Oh god…I'm sorry, Castiel. I…I didn't know it was you. I should have known, I'll just go." He stammered, turning to leave, but Castiel grabbed his arm.
"Wait! Don't go!" Castiel growled in a lower than usual voice. It wasn't meant to be threatening, but the boy winced and turned to face Castiel with a scared expression.
"O…Okay…" He mumbled. Castiel cocked his head to the side and looked at him.
"You helped me in English today, didn't you?" Castiel questioned. The boy nodded. "Thanks, Mr. Crowley can be a dick sometimes. By the way, I never caught your name."
"Uh…my name is Dean." He murmured, almost inaudibly. Castiel went through his mental list of names, and no Dean came up.
"Are you new? I don't think I've seen you around." Castiel mused. Dean chuckled without humor.
"We have English, History, and Pre-Cal together. We've gone to the same school for nearly five years." Dean scoffed, then lowered his head, which brought on another question from Castiel.
"Why are you afraid of me?" Castiel finally asked. Dean opened and closed his mouth, floundering for an answer, when two hands shoved Dean to the floor. Alistair stood laughing at Dean on the ground, desperately trying to grab the food from spilling further on the floor.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Winchester? Trying to talk to Castiel like that? Castiel, next time this scum tries to communicate, just punch him." Alistair hissed down at Dean who had gathered the food, tossed it away and hurried off to a table in the corner of the room where there was a girl with long red hair tied back in a ponytail, an Asian kid who had his nose buried in a book, and a large boy (if you could call him a boy) with a nearly full beard who glared at Castiel and Alistair with hatred. Castiel turned to Alistair who was still laughing at the way Dean had nearly crawled to get away from them.
"Why'd you do that?" Castiel demanded, and Alistair threw his hands up in surrender.
"I was trying to save you from that guy. He and his nerd herd will bring you down, and we all know that can't happen." Alistair explained. Castiel nodded, but looked back at Dean who never even glanced back at them. Castiel went back to the table and Meg got up.
"Baby, who was that guy? Why the hell did he think he could talk to you?" She asked, gripping his hand in hers. He squeezed it gently and looked over at him one last time.
"He's…he's nothing to worry about."