Since We Were Kids

by November Glass

AU in which Sam, Dean and Cas are high schoolers. Mary is dead and John lives with his two sons, Sam and Dean. Dean has had a crush on Castiel since fifth grade, but Castiel doesn't seem to notice him. They have completely different friends, different interests, amd different lives, until the day Dean gets a shock and their fates collide. Destiel. See inside for warnings.

4. Chapter 4: Mr Speight's English Class

Title: Since We Were Kids - Chapter 4: Mr. Speight's English Class

Author: November Glass

Fandom: Supernatural

Description: Ever since Dean discovered Cas with his boyfriend, things have been… awkward. Of course Cas doesn't know that Dean knows, but he can tell that something is off. When Mr. Speight's class comes around, things only get worse.

Rating: T

Warnings: Strong Language

Spoilers: None really… unless you count Cas

Ships: Destiel

Disclaimer: I have no association with the CW or Supernatural

Author's Notes: I really hope you guys are enjoying the story! I'm so so so sorry about the late post! I got hardcore writer's block and then it was one thing after another. I'm looking for an editor to help me out with… well, editing, so if anyone's interested, message me :)

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Dean woke to the sound of his alarm going off. It was 6:45 in the morning. Dean groaned, rolling out of bed. He made his way to the bathroom across the hall, groggily turning on the hot water in the shower. He took his clothes off, testing the running water. Dean grunted in satisfaction, stepping under the stream. After his shower, Dean toweled off and opened the door.

Cas stood before him, looking as if he was about to knock. Cas' eyes wandered from Dean's face, over his toned arms and muscled abs, all the way to the towel loosely hanging around his hips. To Dean's amusement, Cas swallowed hard before tearing his eyes away from Dean's crotch to meet his eyes. "Uh…" Cas stammered, "I uh… just wanted to… wanted to shower." Dean's moment of amusement passed as reality hit. 'What the fuck is happening? He wouldn't go for you, Dean, you're going to be his fucking brother soon.'

"Oh, yeah, sure," Dean said, stepping past Cas and heading to his room. 'Well that was weird as fuck,' Dean thought to himself as his door closed. Cas was gay. Or at least he liked boys. And he'd noticed Dean, he'd looked him up and down in a way he'd only done in Dean's dreams. Usually when someone looked at him like that, he got laid. Course, it'd been a while since he fucked a guy (he may not like girls but he refused to mess around on Lisa), but he knew that look. It was just too weird. He was thrilled Cas wasn't so unattainable as he'd thought, but it was hard to see him as anything other than straight.

Dean shook his head, getting ready for school.

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The three boys took Castiel's jeep to school, and the two seniors dropped off Sam at the junior high campus before continuing on to the high school parking lot. "Thanks," Dean murmured awkwardly. "No problem," Cas replied cheerfully. Dean didn't look at him as he rushed off to class.

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Third Period. Mr. Speight's english class. One of the three classes Dean and Cas have together. Dean paused outside the door, mentally preparing himself, then stepped inside. Mr. Speight had the class split down the middle, with a large walkway down the center and the two sides facing each other. Cas sat on the side opposite Dean, and that made English Dean's designated 'stare-at-Cas-period'

He wasn't sure now, though. What if Cas' gaydar was better than Dean's? What if he caught him staring and figuring out that he was gay? Did Dean want that? Who was that boy from the other night? Did he go here? Dean's mind was going at one hundred miles per hour as he found his seat.

The bell rung and Mr. Speight, a short man with a sharp nose and thinning hair, wasted no time. "Hello class," he began, "Today is the day you'll begin working on your final project. For the project, which is due at the end of this term, you will write a thirty minute screenplay with an assigned partner. I'll announce the partnerships today, you'll sit with your partner, and you'll draw a film genre out of a hat."

Students began muttering to each other in varying degrees of excitement or anxiety. Mr. Speight raised a hand in an attempt to quiet the class. "You should spend the class time today brainstorming with your partner, coming up with story ideas and elements. The script should be correctly formatted. If it is not, you will be docked points. Now for partnerships: Analiese Jensen and Hayden Carr, May Thompson and Alyssa Barker, Julie Wall and James Farther, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak…"

'Shit,' was all Dean could think. Speight kept rattling off names, but his words seemed distant as Dean's eyes met Cas'. Cas smiled at him and Dean felt butterflies in his stomach. 'God, what am I? A fourteen year old girl?' The list of names ended and Mr. Speight told the class to sit with their partners. Cas stood and crossed the room to sit with Dean.

"Ready, partner?" Cas grinned at him. 'Jesus Christ he's gorgeous.' Dean realised he was staring and cleared his throat. "Oh, I'm, yeah," he said weakly. A hat was proffered to them and Cas reached in, pulling out a folded slip of paper. He read it aloud: "Romance."

'Well that's fucking great.'