Loosely inspired by the song "I Hate Everything About You" by Three Days Grace. I strongly recommend this awesome song and suggest you listen to it if you have not heard it before. This was meant to be a oneshot, but I went ahead and kept writing. If anyone is interested in this continuing, please let me know in the reviews. Thank you. I rated this M because it does have some smut-ish stuff, but its not that graphic. Please, if guy/guy is not your thing, stop here and don't look back. No flames. Also, no beta, so all mistakes are mine. I also do not happen to own any of the rights to Supernatural. Only the plot is mine, as cliche as it is. I like cliche. It makes me happy inside. Lord knows we need something to make us happy in this fandom.
Present...
Their lips crashed together, a sloppy mess of teeth and tongue. Dean ran his hands up Castiel's torso, forcing the only-slightly smaller man harder against the wall. Castiel moaned into the kiss and wrapped a leg around Dean's waist to get a better angle. Dean started to trail wet kisses down the other boy's neck, leaving a mark where the the shoulder meets. Castiel gasped and threw his head back into the brickwork with a loud crack.
"Dean..." he moaned.
Dean looked up from the mark he was making, his emerald eyes meeting the sapphire of Castiel's. His pupils were blown wide and filled with lust.
"Shut the fuck up, Novak!" Dean snarled before attack Castiel's lips again, kissing ferociously. Castiel gave as good as he got, also using his nails to leave red trails down the side of Dean's neck. He finally managed to choke out some words around Dean's tongue.
"God, I hate everything about you, Winchester."
Five hours earlier...
"First game of the season, tonight. How ya feelin' brother?" Benny asked Dean. Dean looked over at his best friend, who happened to be sitting in the passenger seat of Dean's prized '67 Chevy Impala.
"I am ready to take those Evangelist assholes down!" the Winchester practically yelled. A couple other members of the Lawrence High School football team roared from the backseat. They were the Lawrence Hunters, and everyone knew that if you were a Hunter, you hated the Lawrence Evangelists. The Evangelists were the football team for Lawrence Evangelical High School, a more prestigious public school that only the best and brightest got into. Either that, or they let you in on a football scholarship. The two teams were the best in the state, and it did not help the rivalry that the schools were not only in the same city, but within a fifteen minute drive from one another. The first game of the season was proving to be one of the most anticipated games ever, since it was the first time the enemies would open a season playing against each other.
"Yeah, Cap! We will definitely be smoking those pansy angels' asses tonight," cried Ash from the backseat. Sam, or Sammy as Dean called him, remained silent. He was a freshman this year, just starting on the junior varsity team. Dean and his friends were all going into their senior years, so the rivalry was more ingrained in them then the younger Winchester brother.
The boys were heading to the local bar, The Roadhouse. It was more of a diner during the day and early evening, serving the local high schoolers and families. Dean had been made the captain of the varsity football team at the start of the year and had promised his three best friends, which included Sam, that he would pay for dinner before the first game.
The rowdy group made their way to a table near the back of the bar that was nearly a second home to them. Jo Harvelle, the owner's daughter, came up to the football players holding a notepad.
"Well, jerks, what'll it be?"
"Our usuals, Joanna," Dean quipped, knowing that using Jo's full name irritated her.
"Whatever. I'm spitting in your Coke."
"You could save the time by making out with me."
"Shut the fuck up, Winchester," Jo promptly walked away. The boys all laughed. There had not been any malice in the exchange. Dean and Jo had always fought like brother and sister.
The boys all talked about how excited they were for the coming game. Soon Ellen, Jo's mom, brought out their burgers and soda, along with huge glasses of water she told them they had to gulp down before heading back to the school. She wanted to keep her boys hydrated, after all. Ash had made a smart ass joke, which earned him a slap upside the mullet. Time slipped by happily, until Benny looked up at the entrance and noticed another group walking in.
"Shit! We have Angels up in here!"
Present...
"Dean..." Castiel groaned as the other boy sucked a mark into his neck. "Can't... Not here. Too close. Public. Ah!"
"My car. NOW," Dean commanded. Castiel shoved him away and walked behind the Winchester to the parking lot. The Impala was the only car in the lot. The Novak would normally have taken a moment to admire the vehicle, but his mind was on a one lane fast track to the gutter. Dean fumbled with the keys before shoving one into the door and turning it, but before he could open it, Castiel turned him around and pushed him against it.
It was Castiel's turn to ravage the other's neck with his lips. He sucked a mark right in the middle of the area his nails had already reddened. Dean would not ever admit it to anyone, ever, but he thought that he and Castiel having matching hickeys was one of the hottest things ever. And having Castiel take the lead... well...
Neither boy knew for certain how it happened, but they wound up sprawled across the backseat.
Four hours earlier...
"Fuck, look in the back. It's those stupid mud monkeys," Uriel pointed to the back of The Roadhouse, and Castiel's sapphire eyes followed the finger. His lips curled up in disgust as he made out the Lawrence High letterman jackets.
"Let's go, Uriel. They were here first. We can't afford a fight before tonight's game."
"But we can't just turn tail and run!"
"We will save our strength for tonight. Then we can tear them apart."
"But captain!"
"No but's."
Castiel hated to have to pull the rank card, but he was Uriel's commanding officer. Okay, football captain, but the games between Lawrence High and Lawrence Evangelical High often seemed like war. Going into his senior year, Castiel had built up quite a hatred for the Hunters, especially one Dean Winchester, which he had recently heard had been made captain of his team. It did not surprise Castiel, Dean was a great player, but it did not mean he had to like it.
Castiel hated Dean on principle. He was a rival, the enemy. But, there was something else there that made him hate the man even more. The Novak would never be able to name why, but the Winchester got under his skin.
Uriel was pouting in the passenger side of Castiel's car, lovingly named "The Pimpmobile" by his teammates. It was not his fault, it had been his older brother Gabriel's first. In the end, the two players decided to go to Uriel's to eat their dinner, then take Uriel's car to the game together. The hour passed quickly, and soon it was time to report back to the school. The Evangelists would be taking a bus over to Lawrence High at six thirty, so the boys needed to head out.
The bus was already guzzling up fuel when they arrived. The head coach, Coach Michael, waved a clipboard in their direction.
"I cannot believe you two! It is six twenty eight! We are about to leave!"
"Sorry, Coach! We ended up having to head all the way to Uriel's to eat dinner."
"No excuses, Novak. Get in the bus. You technically weren't late, but another close call like this again and you will be doing punishments with Assistant Coach Crowley."
That caused both of the almost-tardy boys to straighten their backs and rush up onto the bus. Nobody ever wanted to do punishment workouts with Crowley. The team called him the King of Hell behind his back, but rumor has it that the man not only knew about the title, but liked it.
The rest of the team jeered them playfully as they made their way down the aisle, finally sitting near the back. Castiel did a quick headcount and found that all of his starting line up was there, as well as all of his seconds. There were a few extra boys as well, in case there were injuries. It was a good turnout, considering there were fewer football scholarships this year and the school did not put as much stress on participating in sports as it did on academics.
Castiel loved Lawrence Evangelical, but he also loved football. He was smart enough to have a near perfect GPA, but his heart really was on the turf wearing sweaty pads and smelly cleats.
Present...
Dean wound up on top of Castiel, pushing him down to lay flat across the backseat of the Impala. The Winchester leaned back and pulled the door shut behind them. The Novak took the opportunity and leaned forward to leave wet kisses down Dean's neck, pulling down the neck of the t-shirt the other was wearing. They both smelled like sweat and turf and hormonal teenagers, which they were.
"Cas..." Dean groaned out, his voice rumbling through his chest, causing the subject of the articulation to feel the vibrations through his hands and lips. The nickname sent Castiel's blood flowing downward even faster.
"Jacket, shirt, off!" Cas growled, his own voice dropping to impossible lows and doing the absolute WORST things to Dean. Both boys struggled out of their letterman jackets and helped each other pull their sweat-sticky t-shirts off. Dean collapsed onto Cas again, and the chest to chest contact caused both boys to moan into a sloppy and filthy kiss. Hands roamed everywhere as the windows began to steam.
Three hours earlier...
"Okay guys, the other team will be here in thirty minutes! We need to get in at least two more plays before we have to get off the field!" Coach Singer yelled at his athletes. Dean was panting next to him, holding his helmet in his hands and trying in vain to gulp down water without it spilling all over him.
"Coach, we are giving it our all. Why don't we let the starters take a rest until the game? We don't want to be exhausted before we even play."
"Fine, Winchester, but you have to go and run through the defensive plays on the board in the locker room. Lord knows these idjits need the reminder."
"Will do, Coach."
Dean led the designated portion of his team to the locker room. They all were happy to get the brief rest before the game, but were less excited when they heard that they would have to sit through a boring play lecture. At least it was Dean giving it, he could at least make it seem a little interesting, or at least make it understood that it was important.
Ash actually contributed to the discussion by suggesting a new maneuver, which Dean noted. It would be interesting to try out, but probably not at tonights game. Benny really liked the idea, as did the rest of the team, but it was too risky to try out live. The thought of what the other team's captain would do made Dean almost laugh out loud. They would definitely need to try it eventually.
Finally Coach Singer blew the whistle, signaling fifteen minutes to go and the unspoken, "Get your asses out here now!"
Dean walked out onto the field to the screams of the home crowd. The Hunters waved at the fans as they fastened in their helmets and met around their coach.
"Okay, boys. The new captain of the Evangelists is that Novak kid. He was the best running back that we have seen in years, so don't underestimate how much he knows the game. He doesn't get along with Coach Michael all that well from what I've heard, so don't be afraid to rattle him. The key here is to break down their defensive strategy. They are really good with keeping yards, so we have to be even better at taking them. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" the team chorused. The crowd cheered. The horn blew. It was time for the game to begin.
Present...
"Let me go!" Cas bit out around clenched teeth. Dean hand the other's arms pinned to his sides as Dean paid special attention to the other's chest. The little noises Castiel made in between the protests urged Dean on.
Dean had had tumbles in the backseat before, but not nearly as many as his reputation would lead someone to believe. But, out of any of those times, the moment he was sharing with Castiel was by far the most passionate thing he had ever taken part in. In fact, Dean had never actually sealed the deal with anyone before, the closest he had ever gotten was with his long-time girlfriend Lisa, but she had broken up with him before they became that serious.
Castiel had never been in any remotely sexual situation in his life. The closest he had come to was when the Lawrence Hunters cheerleader Meg Masters showed up at an Evangelist party and got so drunk that she attempted to make out with him. That had ended up with her vomiting some sort of black sludge all over his pants, so needless to say it was not pleasant.
Both boys would never be able to deny the fact that this was by far the best experience they had had. Bar none.
In an amazing display of strength, Cas managed to flip them over in the confined space. Dean landed on his back, hard. The Novak straddled his lap and leaned over him to kiss. It was more of a battle of tongues and teeth, but a kiss nonetheless. Cas ground down onto Dean and both moaned deeply. They thrust into each other slowly, but the speed built up until they both saw stars.
"Shit, Dean!"
"Fuck, Cas!"
They screamed in unison as they spilled into their pants. Both lay lifeless on the seat as they came down from their orgasmic high. It seemed like a small forever before either was able to move.
Cas leaned up from where he was laying on Dean's chest. The latter was staring at the Impala's ceiling in shock. It took the Novak a considerable amount of time before he really realized what had happened.
"Oh, God!" he cried and sqirmed off of Dean.
"Shit!" the Winchester responded as he scrambled away.
"Did we just...?" Castiel was at a loss for words.
"I think that's pretty obvious, Novak."
"I just can't believe it happened, Winchester!"
"Me neither!"
"Well, you wanted this!"
"No! What makes you think I would ever want to do... what we just did with you!"
"I didn't want it, so it must have been you!"
"ME? I'M STRAIGHT!"
"ME, TOO!"
The boys were in each other's faces screaming at each other by then. The small space was thick with emotion and the smell of sex. Both boys were distinctly aware of the uncomfortable sensations formed by their quickly-drying jeans. Without any more words, they pulled their shirts back on. It was then that something occurred to Cas.
"Dammit..." he groaned.
"What?" Dean asked, not really wanting to think about the fact that he actually wanted an answer.
"I don't have a ride home, and I live across town."
Dean looked up into Cas' eyes. He had not really noticed how fucking blue they were until right then. It was the same feeling for Castiel as he realized how green Dean's eyes were. They stared at each other for several long moments before a silent agreement was made.
"What's your address?"
Two hours earlier...
The Evangelist cheerleaders were going wild. They were up four points in the final quarter, but the Hunters were closing in on the end zone. Castiel was leading his team with their signature defense, which was almost impregnable. The seconds ticked down until there was less than a minute on the clock. Castiel's team was holding strong on the thirty yard line, and the captain was confident that his team would win. The opposing team called for a timeout.
"Cassie!" a familiar voice called. Castiel tried to ignore it, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around him from behind. The football player turned to face the assailant.
"Gabriel, I have to talk to coach. Leave me be!"
"You have been avoiding saying hi all game! What is a ex-cheerleader to do?"
Castiel groaned and walked away from his brother. Gabriel was two years older than Cas, who was the youngest of three. Lucifer was the oldest, and he had followed their father's footsteps in becoming the football captain for the Evangelists, and Castiel followed suit. Gabriel had been more rebellious and had become the only male member of the Evangelical Spirit Squad. He still came to every one of Castiel's games, making the long drive from Kansas University every weekend. He acted as the boy's person cheer squad, which was something that Castiel was secretly grateful for since his other family almost never came.
Coach Michael rushed over to his captain, yelling at Gabe to get off the field as he did. He pulled the player close and started stage whispering into his ear.
"The Hunters are getting desperate. I am hearing chatter that Coach Singer just gave them the go ahead on a play they came up with out of thin air before the game. Bobby does not look to happy about it, so be prepared for a dirty trick. You know the man hates those kinds of things, but he hates losing to us more."
"I'll keep an eye out, Coach," Castiel replied, determination lining his features.
The timeout buzzer sounded and the teams returned to their starting positions, the Evangelists still defending. Castiel took his place and carefully examined his opponents' formation, signaling to his own team as he went. There was a blur of movement as the other team burst into action.
Castiel felt his blood rush as he made his way to his position, getting ready to do what needed to be done. There was a break in his line where one of his lineman had gone down, and that damned Dean Winchester was gunning it towards the gap. Castiel took off after him.
The Novak was heading towards the Winchester at full speed, preparing to tackle. All of a sudden, Dean reversed directions and crashed into Castiel. They both went spiraling across the turf. The tackled man tried to figure out what had happened when the final horn sounded. He looked up at the board and to his astonishment, the Hunters were now up four points, winning the game. Castiel looked over at Dean, who was smirking at him through the face guard.
Coach Michael was furious. He could not believe what had happened. Apparently Winchester had turned to tackle Castiel and at the last moment passed the ball to a teammate running past. It was so quick and sneaky that most of the Evangelist team had not even seen the exchange.
The team huddled around their coach as he railed into them. All had a shamed look on their faces, absolutely embarrassed that they had lost the first game of the year to their rivals. After, they began to collect their things and make their way to the bus. Castiel and a few other guys stopped by the guest locker room to change into something less sweaty for the ride home. Castiel was the last out of the room. It was then that he noticed Dean Winchester leaning against the back wall of the athletic complex. He was smiling to himself and looking extremely smug. Something snapped inside the Novak.
He walked over to the bus and told Coach Michael he was riding home with Gabriel, but what the coach did not know was that Gabe had already left after attempting to comfort Castiel and failing. What Castiel was really going to do was uncertain even to him. All he knew was that he had to confront his irritating nemesis Dean Winchester.
Present...
"That is it. The third house down," Castiel said, pointing to his home. Dean was not entirely certain why he had been willing to drive his rival twenty minutes across town. Well, he was also not entirely certain why he had just had a hot and heavy make out session with said rival in the backseat. Castiel was just as confused as Dean.
Both boys had always thought themselves completely straight up to this point. Castiel had never allowed the thought of being gay or bisexual enter his mind because of his strict religious father and terribly prejudiced school. Dean had never considered being anything but straight because of his dad and the fact that he liked girls. Being bisexual was not in the cards.
But then they had confronted each other. They say that hating and lusting after someone can feel very similar given the right circumstances. The ingredients here: two hormonal teenagers, heightened emotions, being alone, and being hot as hell. Pour together and shake, served over a steaming dish of holy hell what the fuck just happened.
Dean could not get the feeling of the other boy out of his head the entire car ride. They remained silent, Cas with his eyes fixed out the passenger window. Dean had been stealing glances to the side, taking in Castiel's mussed hair, red lips, and his utterly wrecked neck. The sight made Dean almost want to pull the car over and have another go. That thought also made Dean want to scrub his brain with a Brillo pad, take the shredded remains, and lock them in a lead-lined box.
Castiel was more shocked than anything else. His first kiss. That had not been what he had planned. He had fought Meg tooth and nail to make sure that she was not his first because he wanted it to be special. After a nice date to a nice place with a nice girl from a nice family with a nice face and a nice personality. Not to an insufferable GUY from the opposing team, and certainly not leading to his first orgasm in the presence of another person. The scariest thought to Castiel was the fact that he had enjoyed it. All of it. He did not even regret it. He wanted to, but he didn't. He looked at the hickeys he had given the other boy and felt downright good about himself, for once in his life.
Dean felt something crazy in the pit of his stomach as he pulled up to Castiel's house, stopping right in front of the driveway. He did not regret a thing, which terrified him. Making out with Castiel, a DUDE, had felt so entirely perfect that he had no idea what to do. If the other person had been a girl, even a girl from Lawrence Evangelical High School, Dean would have asked her out. Now, he had no plan at all.
The other boy grabbed his jacket out of the backseat without looking and got out of the car. He needed to get away from Dean so he could think. It was too hard when the other gorgeous human was only a few feet away. Dean, without thinking, got out and stopped Cas before he was all the way up the driveway. Rational thought was thrown out the window as he leaned into Cas.
Their lips touched briefly, just the most chaste of kisses. If it had been between any other two people, it would have been called a sweet goodnight kiss. It was exactly the kind that Castiel had planned for his first. It sent butterflies into his stomach and made his nerves light on fire. Though he would never admit it, it made Dean feel the same way. It must have been just a second, but it felt like forever before they pulled away from each other. They both had confused looks on their faces, completely unsure.
"Dammit, Novak!" Dean cursed. Why did this guy have to confuse him so much? Why did Dean have to feel this changed after one stupid make out session? Why did Castiel, of all people, make Dean get out of his car and chase them down to give them a goodnight kiss, just the kind of chick flick crap he did not do?
"Fuck you, Winchester," Castiel replied. There was no malice in his words. He did not know how to respond. His entire life had been turned completely upside down in the span of an hour. He had no idea where to go from here.
They parted ways, Cas walking up to his front door and Dean to his car. Dean waited until he saw Cas open the door before rolling away, some insane instinct making him want to make sure the other got inside safely. Dean shook his head quickly, as if he could shake off the thoughts and feelings that the crazy events had just given him. Somewhere down the road behind him, behind a wooden front door, Castiel was doing the same.
At least they would never have to see each other off the field again. They would avoid it at all costs.
One hour earlier...
"What kind of a dick move was that, Winchester!" Dean looked up at the approaching figure. It stepped into the light of the athletic complex, and he could make out none other than Castiel Novak. Dean felt his muscles tense up as his rival neared. He started to regret telling the guys to walk home. He had wanted to take a victory ride alone in his Baby, but now it seemed there was going to be a fight.
"Sore loser, are we, Novak?" he quipped back, enjoying the enraged look on the other's face. Castiel walked right up to Dean and got in his face. "Woah, personal space!"
"You tricked me! You made me fall and lose everything!"
"It's just a fucking game, man!"
"Would you be saying that if you lost?"
"Whatever! Get out of my face!"
"Fuck you!"
The two boys were in each other's faces screaming at each other. The heat between them was building. This was the most they had said to each other in the entire three soon to be four years they had been playing against each other. Something was boiling under their skin, something that had always been there fueling their animosity. Castiel, in a move that was very unlike him, threw the first punch. Dean ducked and grabbed the other boy by his jacket, spinning to hurl him up against the wall.
They fought and scratched at each other, bruising all over. Finally Dean managed to really pin Castiel to the brick wall and hold him there. They were both breathing extremely hard and their faces were so close that they were tasting each other's air. Castiel was looking directly into Dean's eyes, noting the pupils that were blown wide. His gaze traveled down to the other's lips.
"Had enough, Novak?" Dean breathed out, his voice weak and unfocused. His eyes were locked to the other boy's full lips.
"No," Castiel said simply. Then he did something even more uncharacteristic of him. He made the first move and attacked the other's lips. Dean responded immediately with passion and enthusiasm. Then it all went downhill from there.
The next morning...
"Castiel! Dad wants to see you in his office!" Lucifer called. Cas groaned and pulled himself from bed, pulling on sweatpants and a t-shirt on over his boxers. He tried to make his hair look somewhat presentable before he went down to see what his father needed.
The young Novak made his way into his father's study a little nervous. He realized he undoubtedly had hickeys on his neck, so he stopped by the coatrack by the front door and grabbed a hoodie, which he tightened the neck of to hide the marks. He crossed the hall and faced his father, who had a very unamused expression on his face.
"You got home later than usual last night. I thought nothing of it. But then I noticed this hanging on the coatrack," Mr. Novak said, holding up a letterman jacket. Nothing was unusual about it, other than the fact that it was Lawrence High's signature gold and black, not Lawrence Evangelical's blue and white. "I hope you did not get into a fight last night. That would be most disappointing. You should return this to whomever you mistakenly took it from as, well, this is not your coat, Castiel."
Well, fuck.
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