Castiel had always admired the way Dean, king of the jocks, always told off his team mates for picking on the weird kid at school. Sometimes he even thought that they could be friends, but then he would pull his head down out of the clouds and remember that he was nobody and Dean was the captain of the school's football team, their worlds didn't mix, ever.
This Thursday was the same as any other, Cas walked to school by himself, meeting his friend, Balthazar, at the gates and they filed in together. The boys were grabbing books out of their lockers when two members of the football team decided it would be funny to push Castiel into his locker and keep walking. Cas was used to this treatment and shrugged it off, straightening his band tee over his black skinny jeans.
"You know I could get my boyfriend, Lu, to rough them up for you love." Balthazar suggested to Cas for the second time that week. Although the offer was tempting, Lu, his name was actually Lucifer but he went by Lu because who in their right mind names their son after the devil? Cas didn't know, but he did know that Lu could probably beat them to a pulp, he was nineteen and in his first year of college, had four tattoos and enough muscle to look a little intimidating. It all made him sound a bit frightening, but if you saw him with Balthazar, he was just a big puppy, all smiles and kisses and arms wrapped around each other. Cas got a little jealous sometimes, he had had a massive crush on a guy for at least four years, but he would never even come up on the guys radar, mostly because he was straight, but also because he was the king jock.
"Its fine, Zar, I don't care, one more year and I don't have to worry about them anymore." Cas told him.
"Yeah, but its more like two years, the year only started last month."
"True." Cas responded just before the bell rang "Shit, we better go."
They grabbed anything they needed from their lockers and sped down the hallway to their first class. Math was always fun first thing on Thursday morning, not, it was crap, what with three jocks in the back row who were actually smart enough to be in his class and the evil teacher; Mrs Masters. Balthazar swears he caught her praying to Satan while holding a goblet full of a blood looking substance last year, Cas thought that was a little extreme, but he wouldn't put it past her.
Finally math passed with no more than a couple of pen lids flicked at the back of his head, while Balthazar glared at the jocks in between texting Lu. Biology was next, which Castiel actually enjoyed, when people weren't passing notes about him around the class and snickering, but for the most part he ignored them. Eventually lunch came around and Cas met Balthazar in the cafeteria. They stood in line together with their trays and chatted about homework and plans for the weekend. After paying for their food, the two boys found their usual seat away from everyone and began to eat, eating quickly was the way to survive in the cafeteria, unless you wanted to end up covered in half of your uneaten lunch.
Upon finishing their food Cas and Balthazar escaped outside to soak up what sun there actually was in October. Stupidly, the pair let their guard down and relaxed, lying on the grass and using their bags as pillows. One moment Cas was enjoying the sun and thinking about what it would be like to kiss Dean and the next; there were three jocks standing in front of them and pulling Castiel's bag from under his head, tossing it between them. Cas knew this trick, he was not going to play the game, instead he sat there with his arms crossed and waited for them to get bored. After a few minutes of taunting and throwing his bag back and forth, the jocks did get bored, but only after they chucked Cas' bag up a nearby tree and one told Balthazar "Don't know why you hang out with him, Roché, he's boring, you should hang out with people who are more fun." The jock hurried off to join his friends as they walked away laughing. Balthazar never got torment, all the jocks left him alone, unless they were trying to get on his good side, the Rochés were a wealthy family and owned half the town; you don't piss off the people whose land you live on.
Castiel and Balthazar spent the next ten minutes trying to get the younger boy's bag down from the tree, until a football few in their direction and Dean came running over to retrieve it "Sorry guys, I kicked it too-Cas? Why is your bag in the tree?"
"Why don't you ask your asshole friends." Balthazar spat.
"Zar, Dean didn't do this, you don't have to treat him like that." Cas defended.
"Sorry."
"No worries, I know what my team mates are like, most of them are assholes, I try not to be one, too. So who put your bag there?" Dean replied .
"Gordon, Dick and Alastair." Cas shrugged "Doesn't matter, I'll get it down soon."
Dean looked at Cas then at the tree "Here, let me get it." He said before skilfully climbing the tree and tossing Castiel's bag down to him. Making quick work of getting back down, Dean landed on his feet and strolled back over to Castiel "Look, I'm really sorry the guys pick on you, I've tried to get them to stop, but they just ignore it, you seem like cool guys, I wish they'd give you a break."
The bell to signal the end of lunch rang and Dean had to rush off after apologising again and Castiel stared after him until he could no longer be seen through the throng of people heading back indoors.
"Cassie, I realise you have the world's biggest crush on the guy and you enjoy staring at him, but we have to go to class…" Balthazar reminded him.
"Yeah, I know…" Cas sighed, the intake of breath was a dreamy tone, but the exhale sounded dejected, sometimes he wished things would just work out, even though he knew his world and Dean's were too far apart.
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That afternoon, once school had finished, Cas said goodbye to Balthazar and was walking through the parking lot, ear phones firmly in place, when a hand pushed him down causing his ear phones to fall out. Cas looked back up to see Dick and Gordon laughing above him while he slowly got back to his feet, then there was a foot in front of him and he tripped, falling back to the ground. More laughter followed until he heard Dean's voice boom across the parking lot "Dick! Gordon! Leave him the fuck alone and go home!"
"Or what, Winchester?" Dick taunted.
"Or I'll get Coach Singer to sit both of you on the bench for the whole game on Saturday." Dean threatened.
Dick seemed to think it over for a moment before saying "Come on, Gordon, we've got things to do."
Once the two boys had left, Dean went over to Castiel and offered a hand, helping him to his feet "You okay, Cas?"
"Yes, thank you, Dean." Cas replied straightening his clothes and bag.
"Let me give you a ride home." The jock offered.
"It's fine, Dean, I can walk, it's not very far."
"Come on, it's the least I can do after the way my team mates treat you."
"You're not going to give up are you?"
"Nope."
Cas couldn't help the slight smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth "Okay, lead the way."
Cas was kind of excited, he, Castiel Novak, was getting a ride home with Dean Winchester, this had to be one of the best days of his life. Dean led him over to his Impala and they got in, Cas taking in everything in case he never saw the inside of Dean's car again.
"So what are you doing this weekend?" Dean asked as they pulled out onto the road.
"Um, just studying for the history test on Monday and hanging out with Balthazar. What about yourself?"
"Ugh, crap. I forgot about the test…I guess football on Saturday and…stuff on Sunday. Hey, Cas, you're pretty good at history, do you think it would be okay if you came over on Saturday afternoon to help me study? Please?"
Castiel's heart almost jumped out of his chest and flew out the window, Dean wanted him to come over and study? "Uhhhh…" Was all he could manage.
"It's okay if you're busy with Baltha-"
"No! No, I'll do it, its fine, um, what time?" Cas quickly cut him off.
"Oh, cool, about four thirty…is that okay?" Dean asked.
"Its great. Turn here! Sorry…" He'd gotten so caught up in making plans with Dean that he'd forgotten to give directions.
Dean just laughed and turned the car sharply around the corner into Castiel's street. The younger boy pointed out his house and Dean pulled up in the driveway. Before Cas had a chance to speak, Dean was apologising again "Cas, I really am sorry the guys give you such a hard time. I hope you don't think me a bad person because of them."
"I know you are a good person, Dean, I'll see you at four thirty on Saturday." He replied as he went to step out of the car.
"Wait! You don't know where I live." Dean opened the glove box and found an old receipt and a pen that actually worked, he scribbled down his address and cell number before handing it to Cas "Here, this might help."
Cas blushed and smiled at the boy in the driver's seat "Goodbye, Dean."
"Bye, Cas." Dean smiled back, he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this before.
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Hey guys, so I started another destiel fic because the plot bunny struck again, I hope you like the first chapter. Obviously I don't own the characters. And you probably noticed but I made 'Zar' Cas's nickname for Balthazar. Anyway let me know what you think, much love xox