Just so it's clear, before you start reading this, the mistakes made when Dean speaks as U. N. Owen are made because I think that he would make them if he were to text anyone in his teenage years. Read on. :)
A Cinderfella Story
-"Ok, listen up guys, Zachariah wants everybody in the school gym in 15 minutes. Says here it's important. Well, oh my, its sex ed. ! Wow, about time, huh? I would rather say too late, but I'm not even gonna go there. Says it's mandatory, so that means no hacky sack for the jocks, no make over time for the preps and no cigarette pause for the smokers. This should be slightly entertaining and a lot embarrassing, so get in there!"- Jessica's voice boomed through the school's intercoms. She always did announcements, though Castiel was not sure why. She always seemed to trail off subject or start plainly talking to herself. Although she always caught everyones attention so maybe that's why. She was indeed good.
-"She's right you know. They are too late."- Sam quipped.
-"We're not one to talk, Sam."- Castiel deadpanned, and Sam blushed embarrassingly. Castiel didn't mind being a virgin, though Sam obviously did. He always tried bringing up the subject with him, though Castiel would have none of it. Sexuality is private and Sam and everybody else should keep it to themselves. And away from Castiel. He had enough sexual frustrations, and with Sam constantly bringing up the subject it was like adding fuel to the flame.
He had figured long ago that he was never really into girls. Since his English teacher from middle school he had known. Mister Ackles had the broadest smile he had ever seen. And he never made fun of the way Castiel talked, on the contrary he encouraged him. And whenever he praised him for a good assignment Castiel would blush and smile dumbly. Years after, he realized that what he felt towards Mister Ackles was a sort of fondness. And now when he thinks back to him, he thinks how damn hot his teacher was.
Making a turn in the hallway Castiel bumped into his stalker extraordinaire, Chuck Shurley.
-"Oh, Oh, Castiel um, oh and Sam, ah, hello."- Chuck quivered and fidgeted in front of them. Chuck held something of a, fascination if you will, for Castiel. Because regardless what Sam said Chuck wasn't in love with Castiel. He was not, okay?
Chuck was an aspiring writer, or so he thought he was. Even though Castiel wasn't exactly fond of him, Chuck worried him. He was a nervous wreck, always with the coffee and never with the sleeping. He was currently writing a book involving supernatural beings. Castiel was, to his embarrassment and annoyment , one of the characters in the book. Chuck, being the stalker he is, googled and researched his name, finding out that his name actually represented and angel so he got the greatest idea to put him as an angel in his book! Isn't that just wonderful?
It isn't.
-"Hey, Chuck."- Sam greeted him, trying to sound pleasantly surprised and failing miserably. Though Chuck didn't even glance Sam's way, instead trailing Castiel up and down. Sam coughed slightly and elbowed Castiel in the ribs after the short uncomfortable silence.
-"Hello, Chuck."- Castiel finally spoke looking very unimpressed.
Chuck actually wheezed upon hearing Castiel's voice.
-"You heard they're holding sex ed. in the gym right now?"- Chuck asked him looking earnest.
-"Yes, I did."- Castiel replied calmly.
-"You gonna go?"- Chuck asked looking absolutely flustered.
-"Yes, we were just going there, actually."- Castiel replied confused.
-"That's so hot."- Chuck sighed out the words in a wistful manner.
Castiel and Sam just blinked.
-"Stay safe, Chuck."- Castiel replied dismissively, brushing past him in a hurry, Sam following his step.
-"You are the only reason I do, my angel!"- Chuck called back at them, his voice sounding strained, as he fought back the urge to sexually assault Castiel.
Castiel visibly winced at that last part while Sam laughed next to him, as they hurried to the gym. Chuck was mixing reality with fiction again, calling him an angel.
-"I don't know how to deal with him anymore, Sam."- Castiel sighed out, clutching his bag's strap tightly.
-"Well, you can look on the bright side."- Sam said looking like he was barely holding back a laugh.
-"And what is that?"- Castiel asked, for he wasn't really finding a bright side to any of his situation.
-"You're gonna be the first one to get a signed copy of his book."- And Sam burst out into laughter.
Castiel's face faltered in a frown, though there wasn't really any heat into it.
-"It isn't funny."- Castiel replied quietly smiling slightly.
-"It is a little."- Sam finally halted his laughter.
-"A little. Maybe."-
-/-
The gym was packed with kids, the noise of their voices overwhelming Castiel. Down from the bleachers was a desk and a projector directed at a big black board. A few kids were giggling and pointing at the box of condoms on the desk. He and Sam seated themselves at the far upper corner on the highest row. This was gonna be so boring.
Suddenly, Castiel's phone buzzed.
U. N. Owen:
this is so boring man
Castiel smiled despite himself upon seeing the message. He quickly typed back.
Angelboy:
You'd think a box of condoms would mean otherwise.
-"It's your anonymous lover, isn't it?"- Sam asked teasingly.
-"He is not my lover. And yes, it is."- Castiel quickly replied, glancing back at Sam who looked at him with knowing eyes.
U. N. Owen:
hahah i thought angels were supposed to be pure and innocent :p
Angelboy:
:p
U. N. Owen:
aw come on dpnt be mad :(
Angelboy:
don't*
U. N. Owen:
look at zachariah puttin that condom on the banana like his life depnds on it
Castiel glanced up and saw Zachariah sweating and looking red like a piglet. He laughed involuntary. And then he remembered. He gazed around him looking for whoever had a phone in his hands. Which ended up being more than half the student body. He sighed.
Angelboy:
He looks like a turkey on thanksgiving.
U. N. Owen:
hahahah your funny
U. N. Owen:
and i bet youre cute :) ;)
U. N. Owen:
i wanna meet you :)
Angelboy:
You will.
The bell ringed meaning this waste of time was over. Castiel quickly bent over to give a last quick reply.
Angelboy:
Eventually.
-/-
After the last bell, Castiel hopped into his car to make the drive back home. Sam and some other classes were done early, since Bobby, the autoshop teacher was sick, so Castiel was driving home alone. Stopping at a red light he noticed he was low on gas. Deciding he needed to refill he made his way to the Winchester's garage and car wash. They were stacked on everything car related so he could get a refill over there.
John Winchester, Dean's father owned it and he had a pretty good business going for him. Dean was the natural heir to the throne of the car wash, so he was pretty secured. Castiel kind of resented that fact. He himself had to go to university and work for a job, while Dean had it handed to him. Speak of the devil, just as he parked by the petrol station the familiar form staggered next to him.
-"You need a wax."- Dean said hovering over his window, smoothing a hand over the car's roof.
-"Excuse me?"- Castiel asked bewildered. He was a guy, he was in no need of a wax.
Dean chanced a look at him and huffed a laugh.
-"The car I mean. You on the other hand, need a shave."- Dean smiled absently at the car.
Castiel ran a thoughtful hand over his chin feeling the scratching of stubble under his fingers.
-"I might."- Castiel admitted, embarrassed.
Dean laughed again dismissively.
-"Here, I'll fill you up."- Dean said and made his way to the hose when a disturbingly familiar echo of car honks stopped on the other side of his car.
A yellow and pink Audi with their respective owners Meg and Ruby stood expectantly not far from Castiel and Dean.
Castiel never liked their cars, much as he didn't their owners. The cars design was respectively ok, but the color it just... It made everything worse. Castiel didn't have much knowledge in cars but he knew what he liked and what he didn't. And he knew he didn't like the glossy shine from their Audis. His car might have been beat down, cramped and old, but it held value to him. It used to be his fathers and he had a lot of memories from many road trips with his dad in this car. If he could buy himself a BMW he wouldn't. It just, it would never be the same for him.
"Hey, Dean! Hey, sweetie! Come over here! Your service is needed here, Dean!"- Meg and Ruby babbled and shouted, waving Dean over their side. Their cars were covered in mud, grass, and something resembling moss. There was even a little fish stuck to Ruby's aggressively pink Audi.
Castiel huffed incredulously straining himself out of his car window.
-"I can't believe this."- Castiel said to himself.
-"Better believe it. They come here at least twice a week for a wash. You should watch your sisters more closely, Cas."- Dean spoke unamused.
-"They are no sisters of mine."- Castiel replied defensively. Who was he to tell him what to do? He didn't even know him. And where did that 'Cas' come from?
Dean seemed to catch on to Castiel's tone of voice as he quickly turned to look at him guiltily.
-"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean- But Castiel cut him off.
-"It's alright, Dean. Go get them before they urinate over themselves."- Castiel replied amused.
Dean actually laughed.
-"I'll get on that."- Dean said and made his way towards the two Audis.
Castiel huffed once more as he saw his two step-sisters gurgle with words of admiration for Dean.
-/-
U. N. Owen: hav you ever walked into a room recognized everyones faces and realised you don't know anyone?
Angelboy: On a daily basis.
U. N. Owen: how do you handle it?
Angelboy: I don't have to handle it.
U. N. Owen: wha does that mean?
Angelboy: I don't surround myself with people I don't truly know.
Angelboy: They might be around me, but I don't acknowledge them.
Angelboy: Being an individual might be hard, but it had led me to the most fantastic people.
U. N. Owen: im not an individual.
U. N. Owen: i hide behind a mask so i dont have to try explain the way i am
U. N. Owen: i always feel like i have to be wha everybody wants me to be, you know?
U. N. Owen: i have to be obedient for my dad, i have to be funny for my friends, i have to be a man for the girls...
U. N. Owen: i can only be myself when i talk to you
Angelboy: Don't you want to change that?
U. N. Owen: no actually. becuse if i do i will be completely alone.
U. N. Owen: and forget about making new friends, im too antisocial for that
U. N. Owen: im used to faking it by now
Angelboy: I don't want you to fake it.
U. N. Owen: i never do when talking to you
Angelboy: Someone once said that it's easiest to open up to a stranger, knowing they can never hold anything against you.
U. N. Owen: i wanna give you that right
U. N. Owen: i want you in my life angel
U. N. Owen: you know more about me than my father does
U. N. Owen: please come to the halloween party
Angelboy: I don't know about that Owen...
U. N. Owen: i swear im not a pedophile
U. N. Owen: or maybe you dont want me?
U. N. Owen: did i scare you off with the mask thing?
U. N. Owen: cause i swear i wasn't being literal
Angelboy: STOP!
Angelboy: I'm sorry, it's just that you didn't really give me space to reply you.
U. N. Owen: sorry
Angelboy: I do want to meet you. More than you know. But I'm not sure how will you react when you meet me.
Angelboy: I'm sorry.
U. N. Owen: Are you a girl?
Angelboy: No.
U. N. Owen: then i wanna met u
U. N. Owen: i could care les if your in the basketball team or in the chess club
U. N. Owen: i want you like yesterday
Angelboy: I'm in neither.
U. N. Owen: well that eliminates about 30 kids out of a thousand
U. N. Owen: meet me in the center of the room under the disco ball at 11 pm
Angelboy: I'll have to think about it.
Angelboy: It doesn't just depend on me.
U. N. Owen: please
U. N. Owen: atleast promise me youll try
Angelboy: I promise I will try.
U. N. Owen: thank you
U. N. Owen: It's not in the way that your love set me free
It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you'll do
Hold the line, love isn't always on time.
U. N. Owen: good night angel :)
U. N. Owen is offline
Castiel looked at the lyrics on screen like they personally offended him. Mister Unknown knew exactly what he was doing. Now Castiel had to go to that wretched dance. He glanced at the clock, 3:23 AM in bold red colors almost laughing at him. He ran his hands through his hair once and switched his gaze back to the computer. He quickly typed 'toto hold the line' on Google and opened a Youtube video. Soon the soft but powerful music filled his little room.
He took his t-shirt off, feeling uncommonly warm, readjusted his glasses and pulled out his black devil pack of cigarettes. They were pretty expensive, and he kept them only for when he was feeling really desperate or really happy.
He didn't know which of those two was it, so he picked out two cigarettes, placed one on his desk, placed the other between his lips. He fished out his lighter from his desk's drawer, lit up the little flame, inhaled his cigarette and let his lighter clatter on the desk. The deep smoke from his black cigarette looked mesmerizing over the dim lit room. He slouched down on his chair and propped his legs up on his desk.
Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh ,oh ,oh
Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh, oh, oh
Castiel exhaled another deep gush of smoke.
-"Sure as hell it isn't."- He said softly to himself.
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