I've wanted this fic for a while, and just decided "Hey, why don't I have some fun with this?" so here's your genderbent AU Destiel, between Diane (pronounced 'dee-ann') and Cassielle. I'll try to keep the A/N's short and the chapters worthwhile, so reviews help in feedback. Insert disclaimer here, and enjoy!
Diane stared at the silver cross she'd been given. The cold metal would never go around her neck, but she accepted the gift nonetheless. Lisa and she had banged each other senseless on multiple occasions. It was worth keeping her number, in case she was ever in the Seattle area again. There was little chance of that actually happening, though. Rain made soft clicking sounds as she sat in her Impala. There wouldn't be so much rain in west Montana. Thank God.
Another sigh filled the car. This was the last time she was driving away from Monroe High. The building was old, the bricks fading in their red color and the gray sidewalk even darker under the water. That building, with its awkwardly-sized classroom, held a good few memories. From the June to the April of her junior year. It wasn't bad, considering how often she moved. They'd almost made it a year. In that time, there were good and bad people she'd come to know. Hell, she'd even dealt with the bitchiness of the poetry club, because that's where the hot girls went. She'd had sex with a couple of them in that same classroom, once everyone else had left.
Some memories weren't just about sex. Diane's younger brother, Sam, got his first girlfriend. He and Jess were cute together, and Diane rarely called a couple cute. She smiled, thinking 'of course, I'm biased'. And during this school alone, Sam had grown seven inches taller. Dad had warned her as a kid that Sam'd get taller than her someday, so she had to be nice to him.
A knocked at the window meant Sam was ready to go. She unlocked the car. Sam got in quietly, but sighed as he closed the door. "I miss them already."
Diane didn't have anything to say in reply to that. This happened every time they moved, and there was nothing new to say. Maybe she should prepare some wise, older-sister advice before these moments came. Oh well.
They drove home, soft music from the cassette player playing Led Zepplin to fill the silence, along with the rain. Their apartment was already unpacked, on the most part. A couple boxes remained, containing miscellaneous this-and-thats, and their travel packs were already in the back seat. Their father had left for Montana already to get working on his new construction job. His was the kind that took him where he was needed, which could be anywhere. Diane was just glad they hadn't needed to go to Texas or Arizona, where the weather would be hell during the summer.
"I'll get this one" Diane murmured, picking up the smaller but heavier box. Sam didn't argue, just silently taking the other down the staircase to the open trunk. After setting the box down, the two moved to their seats. But Diane paused, one knee on the leather seat inside, the silver cross in her hand. There was no point in keeping it, but there was no point in throwing it away. The chain had warmed up in her hand, like it had never been cold before.
"You getting in? I'll choose the music if you don't hurry."
Yea, may as well toss it. Now's not the time for sentiment. She was leaving, anyways. "Don't you dare, bitch" She dropped the chain to bend down and swat his hand. He rubbed the skin on his knuckles where he had been slapped.
"Ow. Jerk" he replied, taking off his raincoat and throwing it in the back. Somehow, the silence on the drive to Montana was less lonely.
Cassielle didn't mind being normal. Well, normal is a relative term, especially when compared to her four brothers, Michael, Lucifer, Balthazar and Gabriel. Michael and Lucifer were twins, and fought with each other, always turning things into battles-to-the-death. Balthazar always made sarcastic remarks that occasionally earned a chuckle. Gabriel placed more importance on light-hearted smiles and friends than anything.
And Cassielle…well, Cassielle might be called the grump of the family. She liked to call herself an introvert, but that's not how anyone else saw it. At least their house had freed up considerably when Lucifer and Michael had gone to college, both majoring in Business Management. To be honest, Cassielle thought the quiet was never comfortable with them gone.
"Cassy" Gabriel said, knocking on the door. If Cassielle had been born a boy, she would not have this common courtesy from this brother.
"Come in" Cassielle replied, putting a bookmark in her thick novel and brushing away some of the soft bangs in her face. Gabriel stepped in, missing a shirt, but barely caring.
"I heard there's gonna be a new student." His mischievous eyebrows were raised, as if he expected a reaction from the usually apathetic Cassielle. She just stared at him, waiting for an explanation of the importance of that statement.
"And?" she finally asked.
"And it could be a really hot guy you'd finally wanna get with!" he exclaimed, barely containing his excitement. "I mean, this is how romantic comedies start, so be prepared!"
"I have no interest in men" she sighed, switching positions on her bed to be on her stomach now. Sometimes having small boobs was great. "Unless their fictional characters constructed of ink and imagination."
He sighed. "Argh, you're so boring Cassy. Anyways, I heard that this student is a junior-"
"I'm a sophomore, so you'd be seeing more of him."
"Except that you've got tons of classes with juniors anyways. He's totally gonna fall for you."
"Guys like long hair." At least, that's the extent she went to think about what the opposite gender approved of. Hers barely reached her ears. The shortness actually framed her face well, and she approved of it. Her brothers may not have loved upon seeing it for the first time, but she liked it. Much less effort than long hair.
"Wrong! I happen to know that the most attractive female in the high school has short hair, and she's you." Gabriel poked her side, hoping to get a smile out of her. Cassielle only rolled her eyes and opened her book again. "Well, at least you're getting a heads up for when he shows up in class tomorrow. At least, that's what Anna told me."
"Well, thank you Gabriel" she said politely. Once again, he sighed, but he left. Thank god. She turned the page to her Game of Thrones book.
"Goddamn Lannisters" she muttered, smiling slightly, and immersing herself once more in the world made out of ink and imagination.
Cassielle sighed, but managed to make it to school in one piece, and even looked decent enough. Plain white t-shirt, jeans and combed hair made her invisible enough to be comfortable. Bright blue eyes, however, flashed underneath her thin eyebrows. If anyone made random eye contact with her, they'd often stare. She'd look away, of course, once she realized she was staring at a person rather than space.
Her pre-calc class was empty, since there was another 15 minutes before class started. Perfect time to read. One leg crossed under her as she opened Game of Thrones again, and she didn't notice when the other students began coming in. The first one to come in, however, looked a little hesitant to settle into the seat two places away. If Cassielle had bothered to look, she'd see a tall, lean girl with elbow-length hair that bordered between brown and blonde. A tattoo peeked out from under the sleeve of her loose-fitting black t-shirt. Tan skin was littered by tiny freckles across her cheeks. And of course, green eyes that matched the brightness of Cassielle's looked around the classroom curiously. Random motivational posters with phrases like 'Attitudes are contagious: is yours worth catching?' and 'When opportunity can't knock, build a better door' were stapled to the walls. A few parts of the wall were dedicated to basic algebraic equations. The girl considered making comments about the classroom to the reading girl, but decided better.
Other students walking in noticed the tall girl. In the next five minutes, a significant group of people had gathered around her to talk. Cassielle only noticed the presence of the others when someone's butt had hit her shoulder on accident. With a sigh, she put away the novel, remembering 634 as the page she had just started. The bell rang, and the students beside her sat in their respective seats. The desk she sat at, long enough to allow two students to sit there at once, was empty on her other side.
Mrs. Dresdy stood up from her desk (Cassielle hadn't noticed her come in to sit there in the first place) and smiled at the class. "Okay guys, so we're doing hyperbolas today" the class groaned, but she laughed "but first, there is a new student. Go ahead and stand up, if you'd like."
Two seats away from her, the tall girl stood up, and Cassielle noticed her for the first time. Her blue eyes went over every feature visible from the side, and…well…damn.
"Hi, I'm Diane Winchester, I just moved here from Seattle. You'll see my brother around too, he's the giant."
Cassielle was practically eating with her eyes, the kind of eating where you savor every bite. "I may not have an interest in men, but I have an interest in Diane" she thought, staring at the freckles on her face, and wondering if she could ever get close enough to count them. For a split second, Diane's eyes glanced over towards Cassielle, and her blue eyes quickly looked down to stare at the cover of her closed book. The eyes that had glanced at her were surprisingly green, and there was probably some line of poetry out there that could describe how enticing they looked. Maybe something about a siren's call or a tree's majesty. Hell, she was coming up with that poetry now. Love poems must really be describing how much the poet wanted to bang.
Diane sat down, and Cassielle lightly cursed the nondescript junior boy that sat between them. Not only did he block her view, but they'd probably talk to each other the most.
This did not make Cassielle happy.
Diane had noticed a rather attractive girl with short messy black hair and bright blue eyes. Not only was this girl in her first period class, but in her fourth period chemistry and fifth period history class. It was strange to have a junior in a sophomore world history class, but she'd already taken US history. World history class seemed to be full of kids rather than teenagers. If not for the quietly attractive girl, she'd choose to skip that class and simply show up only for tests.
She'd seen Sam in the halls a couple of times, stopping and asking how the people seemed so far. He'd grudgingly comment that they were friendly, and not as bad as he expected considering how small this school was. Diane always smiled, and moved on to the next classroom to add another textbook to her drawstring bag. After school ended, she promised herself she'd see about getting a locker.
"New?" asked a boy in English Language, her seventh and last class. She looked him over, as was habit. Not bad, just an unusual yellow-gold color of eyes. Good jaw line and hair and posture. She nodded, and sat in the seat next to him. In the back of her mind, Diane vaguely wondered how many people she'd displaced as a result of choosing empty spots.
"Yea" she replied.
"I'm Azazel" he said, holding out his hand. She shook it, catching the playful look in his eyes. "You busy after school?" he asked.
"Depends on what you have planned."
"If you want to, we can just head over to my house. We can…study or something." His face leaned slightly closer, and his eyes focused intently on her. God, she would not mind kissing him now, but that was a bit too bold for a first day. Instead, she knocked her shoulder against his and faced the front where the teacher was.
"Sounds fantastic."
Once again, the class passed by at a moderate pace. The teacher was introducing an essay on a book everyone else had already read, Brave New World. She'd read it before at her last school, but she asked for a copy anyways as class ended. There was a paper assigned on it, anyways.
"So, Diane Winchester, do you have your own car?" Azazel asked as they walked out of class.
Shit, that's right, Sammy needed to get home somehow. Well, she could find a locker with Azazel and then meet Sammy, who would doubtless be talking to his new teachers about catching up. In a way, the brainiac made her proud with his work in school, but it wasn't something Diane wanted for herself. "I do. Speaking of which, I need to take my little bro home, and I need to get a locker. Wanna go with me?"
"Sounds fantastic, as you say." Diane saw the blue eyed girl again, hurriedly opening her locker in the traffic of the halls. No particular reason to think more about it, except a mental note of the location of the attractive girl. At the moment, she was the one Diane wanted to bang the most, but Azazel caught her attention again. "Main office is this way, hopefully they can help."
She hummed in reply, and followed him. Several people watched her for too long to be a glance. Some seemed to turn to their neighbor and comment on her. Either way, she didn't much care for their opinions. By the time this year ended, most of these people wouldn't matter. When next year came around, she'd be gone.
The office had two people behind a couple desks, one working at a desktop computer and another at a phone. The lady at the computer looked up. "Hello! Diana, right?" No. Diane. This was the lady who had handed her the schedule at the beginning of the day, and messed up her name then. "Is there anything I can help you with, dearie?"
"Are there any lockers I can use or something? Kinda got a big load here." She nudged the substantial pile of books in her arms, and laughed slightly. The lady behind the desk, Mrs. Hemm, glanced over at Azazel. Something about her expression turned disappointed and angry at the same time, upon seeing the boy. But the expression quickly faded. Only the slightly lower tone of her voice remained.
"I'm sorry hun, but there are no more lockers available. Some of those textbooks are accessible online, in case you wanted to leave them in your classes."
No, that wouldn't work. The only computer was Sammy's laptop, and they already had trouble taking fair amounts of time doing their homework. "It's alright. Thanks anyway" she smiled, shifting the books in her arm and waving with a couple available fingers as she walked away.
"No problem sweetie. Just ask me if you need help with anything!" Diane smiled again, and Azazel opened the door for her.
"If you want" he offered. "You can leave a couple textbooks in my locker. People do that kinda thing all the time."
"Sure, where is it?"
"Over by the history classrooms."
"Sweet" Diane replied. They were soon there, and Azazel taught her the combination, which she memorized quickly. Since there was homework for history tonight, she settled for leaving only her shop class textbook and pre-calc textbook, whose classroom was just across the dimly-lit hall.
"You're in shop?" he asked, picking up the textbook and looking at the cover. He was comfortably leaning against the next locker.
"Yea. Dad's in construction, and I've always liked creating things and building."
"Neat."
"What about you? What do you like?"
He smiled, getting a hungry look in his eyes. "Well, I know I like you" he said, stepping forward and putting a hand around her neck, and leaning in. Diane, not shocked in the least, shifted the books to her hip, leaving her other arm to pull him closer by his shirt. The two kissed like they each had experience with several other individuals, which was certainly true for Diane. Azazel pulled her face closer. If there weren't so many damn books in her arms, Diane would pull the guy to the nearest classroom right this moment.
"Diane, finish that quickly, if possible" Sam's voice said curtly. Azazel jumped slightly in surprise of the deep, unfamiliar voice. Diane didn't look away from Azazel, but loosened her grip on his black shirt.
"Yea, just meet me at the car." Without listening to his usual reaction of a sigh and rolled eyes, she touched her lips to his again. "Well, that was Sam. If you want, you can come with. You can direct me to your place."
"You don't seem to need much directing" he murmured in a low voice, letting go of her hair. "I like that idea."
Diane smiled, and shut the locker, leading the way to the parking lot. This first day wasn't so bad if she already scored one.