Heads Down, Thumbs Up : Destiel Moment

It had been a somber, but sweltering hot, last day of school. Even though Heavens High was well air conditioned inside, the halls a sparkling white with this mysterious power to make his clean cut patent black leather shoes barely even making a scuff in. It seemed every time the bell rang and he had to go to a different division building, the humidity outside just seemed swoop across with each step towards the Gaea building, especially for Castiel.

Pulling his hand through his short black hair, he could feel the wax he placed to keep it up melting away. Glopping on to his skin, the wax caused his fingers to stick together and the only thing he could do, trying not to get the school's sky blue suit uniform dirty, he grabbed his white messenger bag and opened the cover trying to wipe it on his lucky trench coat. He was going to need to wash when he returned to the dormitories on his own time and he was sure that Alfie was going to comment how Cas had just washed it yesterday after the torrential summer storm they had two days ago, but it had been the coach's coat that he had gave him when he had been ordered to convince Dean Winchester to join the Heavens High Angels' football team.

Walking to one side of the building, he stepped into the locker room, the shoulders of his old football team mates hitting against his shoulders as he tried to push through. They still despised him after he had left the football team, but he was tired of playing water boy and well…

Feeling his right side crash into the tiled wall next to them, he stayed silent to the pain screaming up his arm. Not sure how to react a familiar, callused hand grabbed him, the pain in his arm vanishing silencing, through the thick group of line backs by the shirt pushing aside a few of the Angel Football members. With a brisk tone, Dean said, "Hey, watch it!"

There was silence, angered stares between Raphael and Dean. However, the other Angels, even though glaring at Dean pulled, Raphael out.

"Damn, you're a handful Cas," he said. Dean's hands off of him once the angels were gone. He tilted his head towards the lockers and said, "So, are you going to just stand there or think you can manage to get yourself ready for gym class bright eyes?"

Blinking his eyes a few times, Cas rubbed his temples and said quickly, "Excuse me. I apologize, I'm not quite used to the summer here in Kansas."

"Still keep forgetting this is your first year here," Dean said.

After managing to scrounge about in his locker for his gym uniform, the three of them (Sam joining them after he finished his half-caf, double vanilla latte he had grabbed from the cafeteria) stood against the wall in the shade away from the others guys. Flipping through Mr. Winchester's old travel book, they mumbled some things quietly to themselves about the places they were going to go over the summer when suddenly the whistle blew and they all lined themselves on the frying pan asphalt to be counted by the gym teacher.

It felt as if hours had passed as Cas stood there in his sneakers. He had to keep lifting his feet from off the payment just to hope his shoes didn't melt. Rubbing the back of his neck, he was starting the cool autumn of his birthday just a good seven months ago. The cool wind breathing across his neck, the bright colors of November leaves crumpled under his feet. With tons of delicious food hanging across his parents' table. Blinking his eyes a few times, he noticed the class moving inside to a portable.

As they entered, Cas gazed around the little room. It was a tiny little portable, no more than ten desks long and low enough that Sam's long and messy brown hair tickled the roof. The yellowish dusty wallpaper had been peeling off the walls, giving the class room a rundown look the desks covered with an inch of dust.

Managing to find three desks, Dean ushered Cas to follow, the three of them crowding around the book. However, before they could even get into planning the summer they were interrupted with the lights flickering on and off. Hearing Dean mutter his typical "son of a bitch", Cas smiled and leaned away to see what the class was doing.

The class, like a bunch of playground children, had managed to convince the majority to play a game called heads down, thumbs up. Blinking tilting his head to Dean, he whispered, "I don't understand, what's this heads down, thumbs up?"

Hearing Dean slap himself in the face, he only managed to rub the bridge of his nose. His green eyes resting on Cas in disappointment. He grunted, "And I thought point dexter here was weird one, didn't you play it in school?"

"I was home schooled as a child."

"Explains the ridiculous gibberish," Dean said with a sigh. He then turned to Sam and said, "Sammy, help me out here will ya?"

Leaning over, Sam closed his father's book and said, "Pretty much, when the lights go off you put your head down and close your eyes. A group of people will be chosen to not participate in this and instead, they will go to the people with their heads down and when the lights come back on, those who had their thumbs pushed down have to guess who chose them. If you guess right, you get to take the person's place."

"I see… this is fun?" Cas questioned, his heavy black eyebrows cocked crooked.

Dean said sarcastically, "For five year olds."

The familiar and heavy scent of cheap cologne filled the air along with short dyed blond hair, a skinny small hand slamming the desk. They could only sigh as Sam gave a shocked looked to the two of them who in turn turned to Kegan.

"Dean, I see you have volunteered!" said the snarky kid in front of the class. His dark hair was slicked back, his brown eyes simply glinted at the three of them, as he looked as if the humidity had never happened outside, the words in permanent marker with fancy letters, writing "Crowley".

Seeing the teacher in the corner of the room he closed his fist and growled through his teeth, "Why of course I did. Why wouldn't I play with you…"

Cas could only growl under his breath staring at Crowley as Dean stood up. Watching Dean be lined up side by side with the rest of the drug dealing, and yet still popular rock band "Spawns of Lucifer". He sighed as he put his head down on the desk, the lights turning off.

He would do anything to replace Dean from this point just to make sure he didn't punch the sockets out of him. Then again, Cas was pretty sure he would have been easily intimidated after struggling with Sam's own demons after handing him a strange drug called the blood. Along with Dean's own guilt about being part of the band earlier that year, making people suffer Sam's same pain. He wasn't sure how Sam was even dealing with it really, not able to meet up with the two outside of gym much thanks to Finals. Castiel did know though, that Dean was in troubling pain.

Trying to calm down his nerves, Cas let his mind wander to this summer. The thrill of the hot air blowing back as they rode across the country in the back of Dean's Impala. He could only imagine what they would do for three full months, finally able to get away from the constant blessing and curse that was this school. It seemed that everything seemed to be against them, especially Sam…

Sitting there, he could only feel his heart weigh against his lungs and stomach. He wanted this class to end, that way he could ignore any of these stupid thoughts. Pushing his head deeper into the old desk, a cloud of dust rose into his eyes nose and mouth causing to tear up, sneeze and cough at the same time.

As he coughed, the tingle came up in his arm. His face turning bright red, his whole spine turned electric. Someone touched his thumb, not only this but they pushed his thumb in. His eyes widening, he tried to peak between the crack of his folded arm and his head, but saw nothing. Bringing his hand in the darkness, he tried to study it, hoping that staring at it something would tell him who it was. Sighing, realizing it was dumb endeavor, he brought the hand close to his face. He took a deep sigh, when he noticed a familiar smell…

Hamburgers?

Wrapping his ankles around each other, he suddenly felt the temperature in the room raise. Cracking his knuckles, he was confused, it couldn't have been Dean. Dean knew he understood nothing of this game or how it worked. He was oblivious to it's inner workings, what if he messed up when it was his turn. Teeth clenched, he could feel the pressure in his own temples rise.

The lights flicking on, Castiel stood up quickly in his seat. The class laughing, he noticed Dean staring at him with his own bright green eyes. Rubbing the back of his neck, he felt sweat trickling down his face, his skin increasing it's blood flow into his cheeks to release the heat boiling in his chest. Finally, able to make eye contact with Dean.

Dean was now leaning back against the green chalkboard, his arms folded, legs slightly crossed. His green eyes which had been trying to look at Sam had switched to him. The green eyes were now boring straight into his skull and it made Cas take a gulp.

The first person guessed, Cas had his hands in his pockets. The next guy guessed and suddenly Cas's hands were fiddling with each other of each other. With each guess was a fidget until after six, he heard Crowley's smarmy voice speak above the whispers.

"So Castiel, who chose you?"

Dean still staring deeply into Cas's eyes, Cas felt his eyes get caught in the trap. Not sure what to say, he stood there silent for a whole minute. His mind racing, he finally calmed down when Dean finally said, "Talk Cas!"

"Dean!" Cas croaked like he did back in his football days. His throat dry, he sat himself down quickly. Seeing Dean walk down from the line he turned to the teacher asking to go the restroom. Getting the nod of approval, he simply left.

Rolling his eyes, Crowley said, "Get up here stupid, it's your turn!"