My December
A/N: I hope you guys like the direction this story is going. There's a lot more going on in this one, so be prepared.
Setting: This chapter starts five years in the past. The bulk of the story will be in the past, but there will be chapters that come back to the present. I'll let you know which chapters those are.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
~D*C~
Chapter One: One Minute
Castiel's POV
Five years ago…
"Fuck you!"
"You would."
I sigh as yet another walks off with his feelings hurt. I roll my eyes before continuing down the hallway. It's the first day of senior year, and I cannot wait for it to be over. High school has been a constant battle, but I've always managed to come out on top. Even so, it's still unnecessarily exhausting. I haven't even been here for five minutes and have already shared words with someone.
I'm the last child left in my family to graduate, all of my siblings having done so varying years earlier. My brother Gabriel, the trickster of the family, graduated last year, and is the only one still around. He says he plans to move to New York sometime in the next year or so, but you can never really tell with him. Michael and Lucifer flew off to God knows where while Anna and Rachel fled to California. I'm still not sure what I'm going to do exactly, but I'm definitely leaving from here.
Taking a deep breath, I open my locker and prepare to begin my day. I just hope no other incidents mar my day. The guy, Adam, unfortunately will only be the first of many to try and attain my 'services' for the year. You see, I'm smart, freakishly so, according to the masses. I've made my way through school with nothing but A's, but they are the product of my own hard work. Being so blessed, as my family calls it, I've always tried to impart as much knowledge on others as I can through tutoring. I do not, however, help those who are selfish and undeserving.
Those like Adam.
I'm not a particularly frail guy by any means. However, I've never been the type to partake in any form of sport or physical activity other than those required. I do favor running, though. Otherwise, I guess I'm one of the 'nerds,' if you will. I don't like the label, but it's been with me so long that I've grown quite used to it.
Back to the discussion at hand.
You see, the cliché 'populars' (jocks and cheerleaders and what have you) think they are the social elite. Subsequently, they suck at anything besides just that, sucking (and I do mean in all forms of the word). Therefore, when the going gets tough, they seek me out to 'help' them until things pass over.
I turn them down with no regret.
And because I turn them down, they feebly attempt to make my life miserable…and they fail quite epically.
As I said earlier, my brother Gabriel is the trickster of the family. Unlike the poorly planned and blatantly obvious 'pranks' these geniuses try and pull, his pranks have left people severely traumatized.
During his time here, he cleared out the entire campus a total of eleven times, but never once got in trouble. Although everyone knew it was him, they could never prove it. Even the poor kid who ended up in the mental asylum couldn't explicitly say it was Gabriel for sure. I still don't know exactly what he did to the kid, nor do I ever want to, but I do know the kid deserved it. Gabriel only seriously harmed those who pissed him off. Everyone else, though, usually escapes with moderate emotional scarring.
Anyways, like I was saying, I absolutely refuse to help any of those idiots. They don't deserve a damn thing, so I'm not going to waste my time.
"Castiel?" I turn my head at the sound of her voice, smiling softly in her direction. As usual, she rolls her eyes and punches me in the arm. She's always had a hatred for all things sentimental.
"Hello, Josephine."
"Ugh, Cas, you know I hate when you do that! It's Jo, alright, Jo!" Jo Harvelle is one hell of a girl, and anyone who has had the displeasure of pissing her off knows it. We met three years ago when she moved here with her mother, Ellen. They run an old bar in town called "Roadhouse." I liked her from first punch, literally. She was assigned to me as her guide since we would be sharing the same schedule. She kept trying to say my name, but kept failing. I honestly tried not to laugh at her, but I couldn't help it. She punched my arm, and the rest is, shall we say, history.
Oh yeah, and she shortened my name to 'Cas.' She only calls me 'Castiel' when she is asking a question, for whatever reason. I learned a long time ago not to question her actions.
"What's on your mind, Jo?" I ask. She smirks. "Just wondering what your schedule looks like for this year. I'm not sure I can make it this year without you to keep me from murdering someone."
We share a few laughs as we make our way down the hall. Unsurprisingly, we share the same schedule again, just as we have since she moved here. If I'm honest, I think it's because the instructors feel safer with us together. I missed a day last year, and she ended up punching three football players in the face and threatening the entire cheerleading squad. I was told to never miss a day again.
The first class of the morning is…drum roll…Economics! Don't be too excited, now! This year is a light one for me, so I have no reservations. Jo is, as always, indifferent towards our schedule. She's the type of student who doesn't give a flying fuck but scores much higher than those who actually do give a flying fuck, probably even those who give two flying fucks.
As we move to settle down, I notice Jo looking rather intensely at her phone.
"You're unusually focused. What's up?" I ask. She's quiet for a minute before slowly answering me. "A ghost from my past is coming back to haunt me," she says cryptically. I shrug my shoulders before turning to face the board. She says nothing further, so I let it drop for now. As the teacher begins going over the syllabus, I can't help but feel this awful sense of dread. Usually, I'd blow it off and keep on going about my day, but this time, something is not right. It's a most foreboding feeling that absolutely refuses to go away. Something is going to happen today, and I'm scared to know what…
~D*C~
"Oh, stop it already. Christ!"
To any poor onlooker, I'd be quite the spectacle. I'm currently leaned up against the wall with a most pensive look on my face and tension set deep in my bones. I can only imagine how I must look to everyone else.
"OMG! He looks like a freakin' statue standing there like that," they'd say.
"Oh yeah! Like that Thinking Man or whatever! OMG!"
I shake my head, fearing myself going insane. I push off the wall and start down the hallway to my next class, Physics. I made it through Econ and Calculus without any problems, so I'm thinking my senses are a mere fluke this time around, even though they are…
"Never freakin' wrong," I mumble to myself.
You know how in the movies, when the girl is looking down and not watching where she's going, she runs into a guy and falls on her ass. Well, I now I know how she feels. Luckily for me, I have much more cushion in the ass department than she had. When I said I wasn't frail, I meant it. I'm rather lithe in my build, but I'm surprisingly muscular. I'm blessed with a nice physique, which includes a nice, round ass. When they aren't harassing me, the 'populars' are staring at my ass, both genders, might I add.
Anyway, back to the situation at hand.
"Ouch," I mutter quietly as I rub my sore bum. A deep chuckle pulls my attention upwards.
Now, up until this point in my life, I've never partaken in anything even remotely romantic or intimate…with anyone. I've never had an attraction to anyone, let alone been with anyone. So you can understand my confusion at the odd stirrings in my chest when my electric blue eyes connect with the deep, rich evergreen irises of the stranger who doubles as a road block. He sticks his hand out for me to take, which I do gladly.
I avoid looking at him for the moment, gathering my bearings and throwing up my defenses. This…whoever the hell he is…is testing my sensibilities. Okay, so that isn't really fair. I ran into him, after all. Still, something about him doesn't set well with me…wait.
"It's gone…" I mumble quietly. Unfortunately, he has the ears of a freakin' bat.
"What's gone? I didn't see or hear anything hit the ground except your ass. Nice ass, by the way."
I can feel my face wanting nothing more than to blush the deepest crimson possible, but years of unintentional conditioning prevent such a travesty. I can feel his intense gaze memorizing every inch of by body. To be honest, it feels like he's memorizing my very soul. I finally steel my nerves and chance a look in his direction. His face is blank, but I can see the mischief brewing in his eyes. He is up to no good.
"Um…thank you, I guess. I apologize for running into you. I should have been paying more attention," I say pointedly, awaiting his reaction.
His smirk deepens.
"It's not every day that guy runs into me. It's usually the other way around." I frown at him, wordlessly chastising him. He laughs heartily, but backs down nonetheless. He smiles sheepishly. "It's my turn to apologize, then." Against my better judgment, I find myself smiling back at him.
The bell rings then, grabbing my attention. My Calc class had let us out early, so it's only the first bell. Still, my instincts kick in, and I move to go. I turn back to alert my companion of my impending departure, but I find only empty space. However, I hear him calling around the corner somewhere…
"See ya later, Sweet Cheeks!"
I can only shake my head before heading off to Physics to meet Jo. I had to tell her about my 'encounter of the strange kind.'
~D*C~
Dean's POV
"Where the hell did you go?! Isn't it rude to ditch the new guy?!"
"Sorry! I had to go to the little girl's room to powder my nose."
I just stare at her, having absolutely nothing nice to say to her. She has whore written all over her.
It's my first day here at Lawrence High, and I'm stuck with the one and only Meg Masters, slutbag extraordinaire. I can tell from the way she carries herself that she's like easy. I've always been ridiculously acute at reading people. Before she 'died,' Mom always used to tell me that I could see right into the hearts and souls of those around me. She said I was 'sensitive,' but not in the way as most others. I always took it as her way of saying I'm fucked up in the head, but whatever. She's gone now, so I can't exactly ask her if that was the case.
I cringe as Meg loops her arm around mine, smiling sweetly up at me. It isn't sincere, and unfortunately enough, it isn't going away anytime soon. Hell, she isn't going away anytime soon.
"So, your next class is Workshop?! Boo! Why didn't they place you in the same classes with me like they did J? Oh well, we can't all be so lucky…" she grumbles to herself. I want to tell her they were trying to save me from her ass, but I decide to hold off on insulting her. I haven't been here long enough…
We make our way to where the shop is…where my sanctuary is. I don't even bother waving her off as I make my way inside. I walk up to the instructor, staring at him boredly for a bit. I smirk as he finally acknowledges my presence.
"Bout time I seen you, idjit. You staying out of trouble? Nevermind, don't answer that. Just take a damn seat, and do as you're told, for once in your miserable life." I don't try to hide the fond smile that's made its way to my face. Bobby is one of the few constants in my life, and it's because of him that I'm here. I derail my current train of thought before it gets too far from the station. Some things are best left alone for now.
Class goes without a hitch, no one really talking except for the idle chatter about cars and whatnot. That's the thing I love about classes like this. You get a room full of like-minded guys who have a passion for something simple as mechanics or what have you, and it's smooth sailing. Unlike with football or things like that, you don't have anything to prove. With shop, your masculinity is already established, and no one has any desire to take it away from you.
I pause at the door, frowning rather deeply at the sight of the she-demon standing outside, waiting with yet another shit-eating grin on her face. Bobby moves to stand beside me.
"You okay kid? And you know what I mean." I sigh, slowly shaking my head. "No, but what's new about that, Singer? I've gotta go. This bitch is waiting on me."
I make my way down to Meg, but stop when I hear a familiar whistle. I can't stop the small smile from appearing. It's his way of saying everything's gonna be okay. I just hope he's right.
After everything that's happened, I really want…no…need everything to be okay, for once.
I'm not a praying man, but I'll pray for this. Not only for me, but for him, too…
~D*C~
Alright, so this is Chapter One! What did you think of Dean and Cas' first meeting? There are also a few hints at what happened between them to cause the pain of the present scattered throughout. Can you find them? As always, please review! I won't know if I'm doing something wrong if you don't tell me.
