Warning: love sick Castiel. The pining his heavy with this one.
The large university was completely empty as the drizzly morning rain fell heavily from the darkened skies. The serene pitter-patter of the rain hitting cobblestone and tar ground was interrupted by the heavy, squelching footfalls as Castiel Novak ran at an increasingly fast pace.
I'm such an idiot.
He scolded himself. He shouldn't have spent such a long time trying to hide his stupid tentacles, and now they were tied too tightly together in two bunches and stuffed into his jeans, socks and shoes. His 'feet' were hurting, squished into those shoes. He was always like this around water, his tentacles wanted out, they wanted to bask in the rain - he did too, he loved the water. He had a pool in his home just for him and his aquatic family to roam around in. But his tentacles always bloated up, wanting to get the rain water on every inch of their smooth skin. At this time of the year, he would never be used to four bloated tentacles being pressed tight together in bandages and stuffed into those leather loafers.
Who invented shoes anyway?
He rushed passed the bike stands, trying to make his way into the school entrance. The chime of bells made his pace quicken.
I can make it! Castiel thought to himself as he continued on, rounding through the large fountain in the middle of the long entrance to the elite private university building.
If he was late, and his classmates' eyes drew on his entrance…
He sighed and dodged through others students, feeling a throbbing pain in his tentacles, he had tied them too tight this morning, not expecting the rain, he had been in too much of a rush. But those bandages were the only thing that prevented others from laughing or calling him a freak. It hid the obvious from strangers.
But thanks to his bandages, in every school he ever attended, the principals would look at him, at what was hidden under his jeans and give himthat look. Their eyes downcast in sympathy, sucking a heavy breathe in through their teeth, as they tried to look anywhere but him. No other shifter had tentacles...
Castiel hated that look.
The final bell for the start of class tolled, bringing Castiel back to reality. He looked up to see the school building approaching before him. Adrenaline kicked in as he quickened his pace. Out of breath, he reached his classroom and slid the door open quietly, he stood at the door frame, trying to catch his breath.
No one gazed at him. Thank goodness.
Shrugging his long, soaked hood over his head, he quickly shuffled over to his seat at the back of the class, nearest to the window. He loved sitting there, witnessing the sunbeams in the summer, the patter of rain against the window in spring, the falling leaves in autumn and the blistering cold in winter. It was the best seat, overlooking the entrance of the school.
He barely noticed the teacher walk in and greet the class, his gaze was fixated on the trees and the drops of rain against the large fountain. The doors opened once again and a familiar scent of cherries, metal and freshness rose. Castiel knew who it was without having to look.
The scent screamed 'mate'.
Dean Winchester.
And didn't his life suck because of that.
Charlie, pretty red head, rushed over to Dean as he entered the classroom, holding onto his arm. He reached for her hand, taking a quick scent of her, it must have been a wolf thing. "Another morning, another close call."
"Chalk up another win for team Winchester!" A blonde woman yelled from the front of the full class.
"You know it," Dean smiled at his friends and fellow classmates, greeting them as he made his way to his seat at the back of the class, directly in front of Castiel.
"Morning, Novak." He flashed a heart melting smile, head tilting to the side slightly, as if waiting for Castiel to smile back. He was at least six foot one or two, spiked and styled blonde hair that begged to be tousled by someones fingers, and those beautiful deep, candy green eyes.
Castiel could see his clavicle through the first few unbuttoned buttons of his shirt. An insane urge swept over him, it made him want to rip off Dean's shirt – see the rest of him. Explore every inch of the smooth flesh he knew he'd find beneath the material, and see for himself just how far those sun kissed freckles went. Castiel wanted to wrap him tight in his tentacles, and leave circular sucker marks all over that pale skin.
How would Dean taste, all wrapped up in his tentacles? Would he be scared? Would he tremble? Would he moan?
Castiel quickly broke out of his trance. Sucking in a breath, he wanted desperately for words to release from his mouth. But, he choked, sucked another breath and tugged his hood over his head, looking away from Dean.
What is wrong with you? Castiel heard Dean chuckle, the low timbre that made the octopus shifter melt.
"Good talk," Dean said, giving another smile, showing his...o h god, dimples!
"Dean!" Another familiar voice grated into Castiel's ears. Castiel didn't need to look up to see who this person was either, the high pitched drawl made his insides tighten in anger, and his bloated tentacles flurry. The pretty porcelain princess, Cassie Robinson.
There was no doubt that Cassie was pretty, model-like in fact. She had definitely been given all of the luck in the world. She would be the future president, provided she was clever. Fortunately for Castiel, what Cassie had in beauty, she lacked in brains.
Like that mattered.
Taking a quick glance up from under his hood, Castiel saw all of the men – and some women – watching with admiration at the dark skinned feline who was sitting on her desk next to Castiel's, talking animatedly to the few men that braved enough to flock around her.
Stupid cat and her pretty tail and ears. Why couldn't he be something as simple as that?
Castiel felt his table jostle as someone stumbled into it. He looked up to see Dean hold a book up in the air as if he just caught it.
"You alright, Novak?" He asked, looking so concerned for the octopus that Castiel felt his tentacles turn to jelly, he was thankful he was sitting down, if he wasn't he would have been a puddle on the floor.
Dean Winchester was worried about him!
Castiel let out a squeak as an answer, making the wolf shake his head and give the book back to the winged Uriel, he was probably the one who had thrown it. Dean growled something low to the avian student and took his seat in front of Castiel.
Peering up, Castiel saw Uriel stare at him with disgust or fear, Castiel wasn't sure, and then at Dean, and then he retreated back to his seat.
What was that about?
But it didn't matter, because Dean had asked him if he was okay! Castiel let out a faint smile, another wonderful day of watching the back of Dean's head awaited him.
When he was younger, he never understood the fascination some people would have over a someone's ass, hands, chest, legs or whatever fetishes they had. He guessed he had a neck fetish because he could not get enough of that smooth, supple neck, the almost invisible Adams apple that bobbed up and down when Dean spoke. Oh god, a perfectly round sucker kiss would bruise that skin up so good...
No way was Dean even thinking about him.
He reached into his bag, taking out a few more textbooks for his class, and his fingers brushed against Dean's love letter. The letter Dean had given him the night before. He clutched the letter in his grasp and placed it back into his bag once again. He let out a loud sigh. He'd have to give it to Cassie soon, it was only right, but he would delay that as much as possible.
Their teacher chose then to announce the start of the lesson, glasses fixed on her face as she stood at the very front of the class.
"Okay guys, settle down," She said, watching calmly as the many students sat in their assigned seats around the classroom. "Class is about to begin."