Destiel (AU/High School)

Hello all! So I just wanted to take a sec and introduce some things. First of all, this is my first ever story that I have uploaded here, so reviews and comments are welcome. This all started with an Omegle conversation and turned into something more that I plan to keep adding to. I hope you guys enjoy the story and feel free to message with anything! Thanks again!

Chapter 1:

It was that time of year again. Everyone in Sioux Falls, South Dakota grabbed their backpacks and books and headed towards the black spot on the face of the county: Sioux Falls High School. Now most people would call it an over-exaggeration. Most people would say that high school isn't all that bad. You get to see your friends and chill out at school, sure there is a little work, but who really cares? Those people would be the Alphas. Tall, smart, good-looking, and extremely popular. The Alphas were the ones who ran the school, and why not? There were an overabundance of them, seeing as Alphaness was a dominant trait that was passed down genetically.

Those who understand how truly awful high school is would be the Omegas. Omegas get the short end of the stick in most every way. Not only are they completely outnumbered by their Alpha counterparts, they have to deal with a genetic "disorder" that makes it much harder for them to function everyday. For one week of the month, every month, Omegas become 'fertile' and emit a scent that is extremely attractive to Alphas. In theory, and Alpha and an Omega could pair together and mate, though it almost never happens and is frowned upon severely. That doesn't stop the occasional hook-up, but a pairing would never happen.

The Alpha and Omega gene is only given to male descendants in the family. This means that females do not have to deal with this power struggle between themselves, well, at least in theory. But males are in a constant battle for mates and Omegas have a very small chance of making a viable choice by the time they turn 18. That's the rule. Men are supposed to have committed to a mate by the time they are 18, or else they become social outcasts and will likely never find a mate. Most Omegas struggle at the last minute to find a mate and usually end of settling for convenience rather than love.

This was a fact that was all too apparent to 16 year old Castiel Novak, a sophomore at Sioux Falls. Castiel was one of the only Omegas in his grade and even they were hesitant to talk to him. Cas had always struggled to get along with other people after his father died when he was in middle school.

But despite all of this it was still the first day and the students packed into the halls. Cas, armed with a union jack backpack, shoved and meandered his way through the crowded halls, careful to avoid some of the bigger Alphas. He made it to his first period class room and plopped down in the very back row of seats. He reached into his backpack and fished out his sketch pad and a graphite pencil to distract himself as the other students came in little by little from their socializing in the hall. It wasn't long before everyone was seated the the school year officially began.

Cas sketched his way through his first class, just barely catching what the teacher was saying about the syllabus and ignoring the glances that his Alpha classmates would throw at him. It was about half-way through his third period that Cas noticed something wasn't right. There was a familiar hum vibrating through his body. He quickly got out his calender and flipped through the pages. No, this isn't right! It's only the 17th! There's no way. Cas quickly did the math in his head and came up to the same conclusion; this was not his week to be fertile. It wasn't supposed to come for another two weeks! But the feeling that he could sense throughout his entire body said otherwise. He closed his eyes and focused for a moment before he realized he could even smell himself. The scent of heat was poignant in the air around him and it hung heavy. He glanced around to see his suspicions confirmed in the lustful looks of some of the other kids were giving him. Damn it! Cas slid down in his seat even further than before, trying to bury himself away and not think about how sucky his day was going to be. Then he glanced back at his schedule and realized that this was his class of the day. Thank god, he could go home and just pretend that this never happened. Next time he would be more careful to bring his concealment pills with him to school.

The bell rang and Cas jumped up out of his seat and began to push his way to the hall, careful not to draw any more attention to himself than he already had. He was almost to the door when an upperclassman stepped out from behind one of the lockers and knocked all of his papers to the ground. Cas's art supplies and notebooks scattered on the tiles and he dropped to his knees quickly, trying to gather everything and get out of there before…

The Alpha made a chuckling and sound above him and Cas looked up to see that it was too late. He had already smelled the heat and was grinning with terrible satisfaction. Cas quickly scooped up the rest of his stuff and hit the door with full force, finally making it outside. The fresh air hit the young sophomore in the face and he could feel the chill of fall settle in around him. His feet moved out onto the familiar sidewalk and headed East towards Baker Street, towards home. When he reached the alley that connects Fall Avenue to Baker Street he made a quick decision to cut down the rarely used path for a faster journey home.

He was only about half- way down the alleyway when he heard the sound of footfall behind him, coming up quick. He went to turn but was stopped when the force of another body hit him square in the back, pinning him against the cool brick wall. Hands reached up and snatched the backpack off of him, throwing it some distance away while still holding Cas firmly in place with their lower body. Cas turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse of his assailant, only to find the same upperclassman who had tormented him just a few minutes earlier. How had he not noticed he'd been followed?

"Hey there, sweetheart," the older boy purred as Cas wriggled against him, "No no, you aren't going anywhere yet." Cas felt foreign hands push into the waistband of his jeans and fingers dig deeply into the flesh there. The other boy pushed roughly against the back of Cas, pushing his face and torso into the rough brick and causing him to emit a small whimper of pain.

"Pl-please," Cas muttered, "please, no…" The older boy just chuckled as tears began to form at the corner of Cas's eyes. He could feel the older boys erection pressing into his back and he suddenly felt extremely sick and closed his eyes.

"Hey asswipe!" came a voice from the end of the alley. Cas could hear the sound of a second set of feet coming down the alley from the same way he had come. "Did you hear me, dickwad? Back off of him, now!" the voice bellowed.

The boy behind Cas took a step back, keeping his hands pressed against Cas so he couldn't move. "Yeah, I heard you. But what are you going to do about it…" the other boy paused as he finally saw the the owner of the other voice. Cas felt the boy let go of his hips and he silently thanked god.

"Get outta here, Cas," the voice said. Cas quickly obeyed and grabbed his backpack off the ground and ran to the other end of the alley, towards Baker Street, without so much as looking up. Once to the end and safely around the corner, he glanced back around into the alley to see his attacker standing about five feet from his savior. He wasn't able to see the taller boy's face, but from the look of terror on his attacker, he imagined it wasn't a pleasant expression. Wait… did he just call me Cas? How does he know my name? Cas focused intently on the back of his savior trying to deduce who it could have been. Cas didn't have friends.

"Dude, you fugly. Is this seriously the only way you can get a little action, because I'd believe it."

Cas's attacker took a few steps forward and threw the first punch. The taller boy easily side-stepped it and quickly countered with a right- cross that sent the douchebag flying. He landed on his ass with blood steadily trickling out of his, probably broken, nose.

The taller boy stepped forward until he was looking directly down on the attacker. "I warned you to back the fuck off," he said with a look that could have cut glass.

Cas's attacker quickly scuttled back and turned over, getting his feet and heading out in the other direction. The taller boy watched as he made his escape and just shook his head slightly. God, the nerve of people, he thought.

He turned towards the end of the alley where Cas was still standing and it was then that Cas caught the first glimpse of his savior. Dean Winchester. No fucking way… Dean fucking Winchester? Easily the most popular and bad-ass of the Alphas at Great Falls High School. Cas could hardly believe his eyes, or his luck.

Dean walked to the end of the alley slowly, trying to gauge the younger man's expression and see if he was ok. He could see Cas shivering very softly even under his jacket and he suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Dean had seen the asshole follow Cas out of the door and he decided it would probably be best to make sure everything was alright. If he had just been a bit faster he might have been able to stop anything from happening.

Of course, this was not the first time Dean had seen the now-sophomore around school, Castiel was hard to miss. Dean often saw him shuffling between classes last year, carrying one too many notebooks and dragging his feet. His eyes, though usually locked onto the floor, were the most breathtaking shade of blue Dean had ever seen. However, now those stunning blue eyes were sparkling with the hint of unshed tears that were threatening to spill over.

"Hey, you alright?" Dean questioned. Cas glanced up, wrapping his arms around himself, trying to keep from shaking.

"Yeah," he whispered, clearing his throat, "yeah, I am ok. Uh, thanks."

"Dude, its no problem. That guy is an ass." It was in that moment that Dean could smell the heat coming off of Cas's smaller frame. He swallowed, choking back the arousal that was a natural after effect of the scent. Damn, those crystal blue eyes looked right through him.

Cas finally looked up and was taken aback by what he saw. A beautifully squared jawline made the frame to a tanned face. His eyes were the deepest shade of green, so complex that Cas almost lost his train of thought.

"He was kind of an ass-butt." Cas mumbled.

"Ass-butt?" Dean chuckled, "That's a new one. I like it."

Cas had never wanted to face- palm so badly. Ass-butt? Was that really what he just said? Dean could see that Cas was still visibly shaking, so he slipped the leather jacket off of his shoulders revealing the plaid shirt underneath. He wrapped the faded leather around Cas's smaller shoulders.

"You don't look so well, let's get you home." Cas gripped the lapels of the leather jacket and pulled it tightly around him. He turned towards home and started to walk until he felt the weight of Dean's arm come across his back and his breath hitched.

Dean wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, be all over Cas after he had just had such a terrible experience, but he couldn't help himself. Something dared him to go closer, plus, the poor boy needed some comfort right about home.

Cas was caught up in Dean's scent, inhaling deeply as it was the best drug in the world. They fell in step, side by side, and headed down the sidewalk in comfortable silence. It wasn't long before they came up upon Cas's house standing at the corner of Baker St. and Bart's Ave. In a small town, there was only so far you could go before you passed someone's home.

Cas came to a stop in front of Dean and turned to face him. Dean's gaze lingered on the small house with the red shutters and peeling sidings. He had passed this house a hundred times and never knew who lived there.

"Well, thanks for walking me home. It was really nice of you."

"No prob," Dean replied, "It was my pleasure."

Both of the boys stood there, avoiding eye contact like the plague. Neither wanting to move, but after 30 seconds of silence, Cas finally broke.

"Um, my parents aren't going to be home yet and I was thinking about making some tea. If you would like some?"

Dean smiled inwardly at the shy question and quickly consented.