A FLYING GLASS OF MILK ADJACENT PRODUCTIONS
NOT ASSOCIATED WITH FLYING GLASS OF MILK
CHARACTERS BELONG TO ERIC KRIPKE
BASED ON TRUE FAKE EVENTS
Dean, Sam, and the newly acquired angel sat in the dusty living room in uncomfortable silence for a while before Sam excused himself to do homework in his room.
Of course Sam would be the Smartest Kid In Class. He did his homework no matter what monster was wreaking havoc on a town. If he were a detective, he'd be the one to read all 200 pages of a forensics report. He once did algebra in the backseat of the Impala on the way home from a Wendigo hunt with gashes down his chest, only covered by a fistful of his ruined t shirt pressed against them.
"It's due tomorrow," he whined.
"Nerd," Dean teased with a smile as he held the fabric to his baby brother's chest.
Dean smiled fondly at the memory. He didn't notice when Castiel moved from his spot on the couch to the armrest of the La-z-boy Dean was currently residing in.
"What are you smiling at?" the dark haired angel asked curiously.
Dean flinched at the presence. "JESUS!" He scooted away from Castiel but was too tired from being awake all day to care enough to get up. "What?"
Castiel leaned closer to the hunter. "What were you smiling about earlier?"
Dean waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing, just this thing that happened," he answered.
"What was it?"
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "Do you ever stop asking questions?" he growled.
"Sometimes," the angel answered innocently.
The green eyes teenager ran a hand down his face in frustration. "It was just this thing that happened with Sammy a while back."
Castiel absorbed the information before asking, "Why do you call him 'Sammy' when his name is clearly 'Sam'?"
Dean stood from the chair and walked to the kitchen. He was so done with this freaking angel. Like ten million percent done.
"You didn't answer my question, Dean," Castiel yelled from his spot on the chair.
He groaned as he opened the fridge and retrieved a beer from the bottom shelf. "Blow me, Cas."
There was a rush of wind and suddenly the annoying angel was behind Dean. He stepped closer to the hunter and angrily blew on the back of his head.
Dean turned quickly and caught sight of the awkward angel before falling to the floor in a fit of stifled laughter. "Cas!...Cas, you don't…" he said between howls of laughter. He tried to steady himself as he stood up, the laughing dying slowly away. "Dude, when I said blow me—"
Cas interrupted, "Oh, so you meant that you wanted me to perform fellatio on you."
Dean's eyes widened and he stepped away. "No, Cas!" He wiped his hand down his face in frustration. "I was being sarcastic," he sighed. "It's like saying 'Bite me' or something like that."
Castiel's eyebrows went together and he tilted his head. "So the other day when you said 'Bite me' you didn't actually want me to bite you?" Dean nodded hesitantly. "Oh, I see. At that time I did not do it because I figured it would have been quite the awkward scene."
Dean's eyebrow raised and he turned out of the kitchen to the stairs and up to his room. Castiel followed closely behind. When Dean tried to close his bedroom door behind him, he heard a quiet whimper. He turned around and saw that Castiel had gotten hit by the door.
"Damn it, Cas," he mumbled. "Don't you have anything better to do than follow me around all day?"
"No," he answered simply.
Dean groaned in annoyance. "Fine, whatever. Just don't bother me." He drank half the beer in his hand before placing it on the nightstand and flopped down on his bed.
Castiel stood motionless in the corner and took in the posters that littered the walls of the teenaged hunter's room. "Dean," he started.
"I said don't bother me," he replied from the bed, one arm over his eyes.
"Dean, what is AC/DC?"
The green-eyed kid lifted his head and glared angrily at the angel. "What?"
"What is—"
"I heard you, don't say it again." Dean stared dumbfounded at Castiel. "You really don't know who AC/DC is?" The stupid fucking angel shook his head. He swung his legs off the bed, stood up, and walked to the boom box at the other end of the room. Dean shuffled through the stack of cassettes on the table until he found the one labeled "AC/DC" in permanent marker. He fed the tape into the cassette deck and pressed play. The audio of Thunderstruck filled the room.
A slight smile crawled its way across the angel's face. "Yes, this is quite enjoyable." Dean turned to Cas and grinned widely.
"See what you've been missing out on?" Dean gave Castiel a friendly punch on the arm and went back to his bed. Castiel watched as he air-drummed along to the music.
"Dude, you can't sleep in here. Go sleep on the couch or something." Dean tossed an extra pillow at the trenchcoat-wearing angel.
"I don't sleep," he replied and let the pillow fall by his feet.
"Well, I need my four hours, so—"
"I'll watch over you," the angel interrupted.
Dean stared at him for a moment. "That's not going to happen."
Castiel shook his head slightly. "Dean, I will watch over you as you sleep."
"Cas, that makes me uncomfortable." Dean sat on his bed and pulled back the already messed up blankets. "Do you really have to watch me sleep?"
"Yes." The angel picked the pillow up from the floor and carried it back to Dean.
The hunter contemplated it for a moment. "Alright, fine," he finally said and took the pillow back from his angel. "Just…be quiet so I can sleep." He slid further into the bed and covered himself with the dark red flannel sheets.
Castiel stood a few feet away from the end of the bed. He listened as Dean's breathing slowed and became even as he succumbed to sleep. The angel wondered what it was like to have to sleep to survive. He'd slept before but only briefly and, because he is an angel, it was unnecessary for his survival. He'd noted Dean's sleep schedule of 'four hours' and wondered how he managed both hunting and school but then remembered the student's constant sleeping in the class he had masqueraded as a substitute teacher in.
Humans really should sleep for eight hours a night.
The next morning, Dean had confronted Castiel about how life would continue with Cas as a teacher and Dean as his student.
"I will continue to act as I was before you knew my true identity." Castiel's head tilted. "What would be the problem?"
Dean huffed, "How are you going to get to school without people seeing you with me?"
Before Dean could finish his question, the angel was gone with the sound of fluttering wings.
"I guess that settles that," he mumbled aloud to himself.
Dean drove with Sam in silence to school that day. He, for some reason, didn't feel right listening to his favorite music without his…favorite…angel. What?
What the heck?
He physically shook the thought out of his head and reached down to the radio. He clicked the preset for his favorite rock-n-roll station and sat back, soaking in the music.
a/n: I already have chapter 4 written and 5 is just starting. ps thank you for reviewing c:
