TO: THE STUDENTS OF KRIPKE HIGH SCHOOL
I have returned, though I am not sure if it is of much importance or not. You may ask your questions now. I'll try my best to answer them and/or help you in any way.
FROM: THE LITTLE ANGEL THAT COULD
Dear Little Angel,
Where have you been? It's been almost a month! It's been so boring: the teachers, the students, the homework, the writers of this column. They even let Chuck write. It got that bad without you here. We all know that the day that kid writes a full length story will be the first sign of the apocalypse. You should've seen Dean. I seriously thought he was going to end up in this yearbook as "Most Likely to Murder Someone Over Their Missing Boyfriend." The Destiel ship was sinking fast. You're the Princess Leia to his Han Solo! But seriously, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!
I'm Waiting,
Queen of the WWW
To: Queen of the WWW
I was dealing with what you might call a "family emergency." There were some serious financial matters in question (which I assume is somewhat taken care of now), and this seemed to result in the adoption of my younger sibling, Uriel. Child Protection Services were also apparently planning to place my brother, Zachariah in child care until our household was financially capable of accommodating all of us, but I offered to leave instead. I was placed in the care of the same people who adopted Uriel: Karen and Robert Singer. They are very nice people. I always liked that teacher.
As for Dean, I don't think he's missed me much. You see, his father is barely ever around so he and his brother, Sam, spend most of their time with Mr. Singer, who is like an adopted father to them. Dean's been visiting me every day after school and on weekends. Dean's been very, very pleasant to be with.
From: The Little Angel That Could
P.S. - Destiel…I enjoy the sound of that.
Dear Little Angel,
Aaaaaaaw! Is Destiel official now? Are you guys a thing now?! I need details! Please?
Adoringly,
Desperate Fangirl
To: Desperate Fangirl
Dean is a man of privacy, though I will disclose that we spent much time watching all things "Star Wars", which is likely the only reason I understood Queen of the WWW's reference to Leia and Han. We also ate popcorn and might have done some "manly" cuddling as Dean likes to put it.
From: The Little Angel That Could
Dear Angel,
You're lying on the couch, lanky legs dangling over the arms of the ratty old thing as you groggily watch the small television in front of you. You're making a lazy attempt at reaching for the remote on the coffee table when the doorbell rings. You freeze for a second, contemplating what few people could be visiting the house.
"Is Cas here?" A slightly husky voice says and oh God you recognize that voice; who the hell let that voice in here.
"Yeah Dean, he's right over—" You're scrambling in the basement now, tripping over your own two feet because your new legal guardian who also happened to be your 9th grade science teacher is letting your best friend of 13 years and love of your life of 10 into the house and you just realized that you're not wearing any pants. Usually this would be fine; you sleep in your boxers whenever you stay at his house, had accidentally seen the other nude on occasion, and had even swam all natural in the kiddie pool when you were toddlers. But these are not usual or even fortunate times because you haven't seen Dean for a while and now you have the mother of all hard-ons making a tent in your boxers and where the heck are the those pants?!
You just finished buttoning your jeans, (which when you think about how tight they are, is probably not the best article of clothing for your situation) and straightening the collar of your polo shirt when you hear a hurried set of footsteps. You look up to find a pair of green eyes and a wide smile meeting your gaze in the dimly lit room.
"Hey Cas!" He says, reaching his arms around you. You turn so he's hugging from your side and you rigidly wrap your arms around yourself like a cocoon. He backs off and gives you an odd look as you sit down and grab a pillow that you quickly (and hopefully inconspicuously) place on your lap.
"So, what are you doing here?" Dean asked, repeating the action but without the hidden erection.
"I could ask you the same," you counter. You try not to notice the way he unconsciously sticks his tongue out a little when he's concentrating.
"Yeah, well one of the reasons I'm here is because Bobby's practically my second Dad," he says, sighing. "He becomes more like my primary Dad every day." Then he smiles again. "But I asked you first."
"Dean I—can you come back some other time please?" Your heart is beating a million miles a minute, and now that you think about it, that statement doesn't make any sense, but it seems appropriate considering the proximity between the two of you.
Dean scoots closer—Dear God, he's making it worse. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"No, no, it's just that I don't think—well, I do, but now is not—what I'm trying to say is—" You're babbling now. Oh dear goodness, you're sweating. You're sweating like a pig and you are aware of the fact that pigs don't sweat. You're sweating and vaguely aware that you're saying something—probably something stupid—and Dean has that insufferably cute grin on his face. You're pretty sure your dick deflated a long time ago. Why are you so nervous? Oh, apparently you're holding my hand now, that's brilliant. That's really going to calm me down. Dean you are infuria—
Dean Winchester is empty. You know it's not the most romantic way to describe a kiss, but in this case, it's the best way. When he puts his heart to it, and not just his physical body, Dean is empty. If he loves something or even more rarely, someone, very much, he will pour everything he is—mind, body, and soul—until there is nothing left but the freedom of choosing you above everything. You can taste it now, as his lips brush gently against your own, as if you are the world's greatest treasure.
"The other reason I'm here is because I love you Castiel."
You admit giggling a little under his warm breath as he whispered in your ear:
"How's that for manly cuddling?"
Taking a Bow,
Writer's Block
P.S. – A day in the life of Destiel.
P.S.S. - Totally Becky's fault.
P.S.S.S. - What did you think?
To: Writer's Block
I don't know what to say.
No, really, I can't help or answer you if you don't ask a question of some sort.
From: The Little Angel That Could
P.S. – My genitals are not that sensitive. I pride myself in my fair amount of self control.
P.S.S. - I do not "babble". That is not manly cuddling. Also, what happened to Star Wars?
P.S.S.S.-If you must know, I kissed Dean first.
Dear LATC,
Should I buy tickets to a One Direction concert or a Justin Beiber one?
They're Both So Good,
Susan
To: Susan
Dean says that One Direction is the wrong direction for you to be heading in and, "Zeppelin, all the way baby." I personally think you should go with One Direction because I like Selena Gomez and Justin Beiber, her ex-girlfriend broke up with her. She also doesn't act very lady like.
From: The Little Angel That Could
My Little Angel,
Don't ever change. You're too hilarious and you're not even trying, are you?
This is the Only Time I'm Calling You an Angel,
Snickers
To: Snickers
I don't plan on it. And no, I was not trying to be humorous. Why, did I say something that can be interpreted that way?
From: The Little Angel That Could
-Little Angel That Could-
More like little faggot that couldn't keep his mouth shut. Guess who's back, you runt. You gonna get your brothers to put me in juvie again? I'm practically a regular there now. No, I think you've gotten a bit less stupid. Now you have a dick in your mouth keeping you quiet. Huh, Dean Winchester. I used to be good friends with him—a mentor, you might say; I taught him everything that makes him tick. Yes Dean: the macho star quarterback that gets all the ladies. He thinks that by getting in a couple of chicks' pants and not giving a fuck about school makes him a bad boy. That's true. Not every guy with a brain and a dick between his legs can pull that off. But he's made one mistake: You. Dean was straight until he met you and now he's going to toss away the reputation he's worked so hard to build up. If I get any trouble from any of you Novaks, Dean's paying the full price. It would be a shame if that pretty face got ruined…or if his Dad found out about you.
What are you gonna do, sweetheart?
-Hell Sunshine
To: Hell Sunshine
Welcome back. I hope you enjoyed your stint in juvenile detention. I hear the weather there is nice this time of year. For starters, I'll correct your grammar:
*juvenile
*going to
*Castiel
Castiel, not faggot, runt, or sweetheart (which you can promptly remove from that last sentence and shove it up ass). My name is Castiel Novak and although you may have just heard about it, I have been in love with my best friend, Dean, for years. It may have taken forever, (and I had to make the first move), but it was worth waiting for in the end because right now we are maybe-sort of-kind of boyfriends and I have never been happier.
In fact, this Friday Dean is taking me to TGIF Friday's as our first proper date. I've never been there before. (I just realized that TGIF stands for Thank God It's Friday. It already sounds like such a blessed place). So you can take your bad boy bullshit and stick it where the sun shines because you know what? You're right about one thing. I am a mistake. But I am not Dean's mistake. I am your mistake. If you mess with me, you don't just get a one on one battle. No, you get me, Novaks, Winchesters, Singers, family, and friends.
And that is a force to be reckoned with.
What are you gonna do now, sweetheart?
From: The Little Angel That Could
Dear Angel,
*slow clap*
Speechless,
Dr. Badass
To: Dr. Badass
I don't understand. Do you want me to clap slowly? What for? Is it a reference to my earlier entry? You do realize that emoticons are different in the real world, right?
From: The Little Angel That Could
Dear Angel,
It's freezing. I can't see; I must be blindfolded. My voice is hoarse from screaming for help. I think there are trees. Oak trees. There's so many of them. They won't stop hurting me. There's a sharp pain. I see red. There's a bright white light. There are tears. I'm drowning. Then there's nothing.
It's so cold.
Another vision. 'Let him go', 'cold' and 'trees' are all I got. Do they mean anything to you?
Sincerely,
S.S. Final Destination
To: S.S. Final Destination
They are the delusions of someone influenced by drugs.
From: The Little Angel That Could
Dear Angel That Could,
Hey Cas, um…not to pop your bubble or anything, but I don't think Dean's going to be able to make it to your date. You see, Dean's been at my house. We made out, we fucked, and we've both had a little too much to drink so I think he should stay here and wait out his hangover. I just sent you a text from his phone with my address. It would be really sweet if you took him home in the morning. You understand, right Cas?
Thanks,
The Girl Next Door
To: The Girl Next Door
Oh. I understand.