The rest of class seemed to pass by at an agonizingly slow pace. It was like father time was working against him.
Each ticking sound made by the clock seemed like canons firing throughout the room. The sound of echoed in his ears and created a distracting hum in the room.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as they slipped down his face.
When the bell rang to signal the start of class Abaddon gave the room a withering look. Instantly, everyone who made eye contact with her cold dead stare fell silent. Within seconds, all the sound had been sucked from the room. The way that she seemed to drain the life and happiness from her students reminded Dean strongly of a dementors kiss. She didn't even have to say a word to silence a room of rowdy children. The fear of her wrath was enough to wither even the boldest student.
Through the chilling silence Abaddon looked down at the list of student names in her hand. In silences she took the roll, noting everyone who was present.
Dean watched as her dark eyes flicked up towards him. His heart froze in his chest as she leered at him. The look lasted for less than a second but Dean still felt paralyzed. He tried his best to shake of the remnants of Abaddon's icy glare as she now turned her attention to Amara.
The tension grew thicker as Amara and Abaddon stared each other down. Amara didn't even flinch at the menacing look she was receiving from the teacher. Any smart student would have looked away by now. Everyone was scared to challenge the beast within their teacher. They all just wanted to make it out of this class with their sanity intact.
Amara seemed to already have lost her sanity.
It was like Amara thought she was above the teacher. You could feel the defiance radiating off of Amara like a dark storm.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Abaddon pursed her lips and harshly asked, "Amara, would you like to come to the front and introduce yourself?"
"Duh." Amara said with confidence as she stood, finally looking away from Abaddon.
Dean could hear the silent gasp from everyone else around him. Amara was like fire, and she was testing the waters. Little did Amara know, Abaddon was a pack of volatile fireworks. The smallest spark could set her off and leave detrimental damage to anything in its path.
As Amara strode towards the front of the room, she ran her fingers slowly along the surface of Dean's desk. Dean internally flinched away from her as she swayed her hips. He assumed that she was trying to be seductive, but it was doing nothing for Dean. If anything, it just made him want to get away from her even faster now.
Dean chewed on his lip in silence as he tried to look away from her. From the corner of his eye, Dean say her look back over his shoulder to see if he was looking at her.
'Oh my God please leave me alone!' Dean thought to himself. 'I'm not interested.'
Amara stepped in front of the teacher's desk while Abaddon sat behind the desk.
Amara allowed her eyes to sweep over the classroom once. Her dark amber eyes narrowed, stopped briefly on Charlie before giving a sickly sweet smile as she locked eyes with Dean.
Dean was praying that she would stop staring at him. It was making him beyond uncomfortable, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. Apparently she hadn't been taught the rules of politeness up in Nebraska.
He could feel his glasses slipping down his face once again, but Amara's gaze held him captive. Dean seemed to have lost control of his fingers. Sweat beaded up on his face, which only made his glasses slide even more.
"Okay go ahead and introduce you introduce yourself." Abaddon said lazily. If Amara didn't say something soon Abaddon was gonna get pissed and send her back to her seat. It was clear that she didn't really give a shit if Amara introduced herself or not. This was just an excuse to for Abaddon to waste time without spending time teaching.
On the desk, Dean's fingers twitched. Dean felt himself start to have a panic attack. 'No no no please not now.' Dean silently begged. 'Please not here.'
He could feel himself start to hyperventilate. Dean was usually better and holding back his panic attacks, but Amara seemed to bring out the worse in him. Dean's heart was pounding loudly against his ribcage. He swore that it was about to pound right out of his chest.
"So, my name is Amara Dark. I'm from Nebraska but I was forced to move to this hell-like place known as Lawrence, Kansas." Amara's face darkened as she said the words 'Kansas'. "However," She started back up as her face brightened again. "I'm starting to think that moving down here wasn't such a bad idea." Amara was staring at him with something almost resembling an animalistic lust.
Dean's heart faltered, but not in a good way. He could feel himself start to reach the peak of his panic attack. The world around him seemed to spin and he felt like he was on the verge of passing out. He hoped that she wasn't talking about him. He didn't want to be the 'bright spot' for this bitch. It was easy to see that Amara thought she was better than everyone here in Kansas and she apparently had no problems speaking her mind. Dean didn't need drama like her in his life. Things were already stressful enough for him.
As his stomach churned in disgust Dean finally forced himself to look away from her. The moment he broke eye contact with her Dean reached up and pushed his glasses back onto his face. Now, instead of looking back up at Amara, Dean focused instead on the pencil scribbles all over his desk. He traced the patterns absently, refusing to look up her anymore. Maybe she would just get his point.
As his eyes traced the meaningless scribbles, he tried to slow his heartrate. He took several deep, slow intakes of breath and tried to steady his shaking fingers. Dean quieted the world around him and retreated into his own mental reality. This was one of the only ways Dean was able to ever calm down after a borderline meltdown. He couldn't remember the last time he had a panic attack this bad. Dean was just happy that he had managed to remain conscious. He had a sneaking suspicion that Amara would have tried to perform CPR on him. There was no way in hell that he was letting his lips get anywhere near hers.
Unfortunately, Dean didn't think his strategy was working very well.
Even though his eyes were cast away, Dean could still feel her penetrating gaze on the top of his head as she said, "I can't wait to get to know you better."
Dean wasn't sure if it was just his imagination overreacting, but judging by the tone in Amara's voice, she was talking directly to him.
When she was done speaking, Dean listened to the clicking of her shoes as she walked back towards her desk. From the corner of his eye, Dean watched Amara trail her fingers across his desk again before sitting back down.
Once everyone was settled again, Abaddon finally took over and droned on about government policies and the stock market.
On a normal day, Dean was pretty good at paying attention in class (even in Abaddon's class), but today, he just didn't have it in him. Instead he drew little scribbles on the corners of his paper and tuned out everything around him.
Dean had thrown himself into what Sherlock Holmes would call his 'Mind Palace'. He needed a small break from reality right about now.
When the classwork was passed around, Dean re-centered his focus to his work. It took all of his strength not to look to his right and see if Amara was still watching him. He was focusing so hard that he barely noticed when a note landed on his desk.
Quickly he thought back to the last note that he had been passed. Abaddon had caught him and made him read Lisa's note in front of the whole class. His best bet was just to ignore the note all together. Then nobody could get hurt.
It was only when something hit him in the side of the face that Dean finally looked to see who was fucking with him. Clearly they were trying extra hard to get his attention.
Immediately he was met with a pair of green eyes that were filled with concern.
Charlie's brow creased with worry before she nodded towards the square of paper on his desk. Dean pursed his lips and glanced up at the teacher. She was too busy putting her chicken scratch writing up on the board to notice what her students were doing. If Dean was fast, he should be able to read Charlie's note Abaddon caught him.
Carefully, Dean drew the paper closer to himself and opened it.
'Hey, you okay?'
Dean quickly scribbled under her writing, 'I'm fine.'
Then he slipped the paper back over to her.
A few seconds later the paper came back saying, 'you look like you're about to puke. Oh God- you're not gonna puke are you?'
Dean rolled his eyes but smiled a little. He could hear Charlies voice going from concern to disgust as she thought about him barfing in class.
'I told you, I'm okay Charlie. Honestly.' He wrote quickly.
'We need to talk ASAP.' Came Charlie's response.
Dean looked up at her and nodded, then slipped the paper with their conversation into his pocket so no one would catch them.
Then, stupidly, Dean glanced to his right, forgetting the Amara was sitting at the desk next to him.
His eyes scrunched in confusion when he saw her just staring at him. Her lips were pursed in distain. He quickly broke eye contact with her and tried to listen to what Abaddon was teaching. He didn't need to have another panic attack today.
This was how Dean spent the remainder of class. He was left in a state of uncertainty, not really focusing on anything at hand.
The bell at the end of class sounded like a blessing to Dean's ears. He didn't think he had heard a sweeter sound in his entire life (well, except for maybe Castiel's perfect voice).
Dean hurriedly jammed his glasses back up his nose and slammed his books into his backpack. He felt like the flash as he nearly ran from the room.
Dean moved so fast that he ended up being one of the first people out of the classroom. Normally, Dean waited until everyone else left just so he could avoid the shoving match in the doorway.
"Dean!" Someone called from behind him.
Dean was too anxious to care who was called for him. All he knew was that he needed to get as far away from that classroom as he possibly could.
"Fuck Dean, slow the hell down!" Charlie gasped as she suddenly appeared beside him and grabbed at his book bag. Her own book bag was slung over one shoulder while her hair resembled a bird's nest. She must have fought her way through the sea of people to get to him.
"Sorry Charles..." Dean said apologetically.
"You jumped up like a bat outta hell!" Charlie told him breathlessly. "I swear to God if you don't tell me what's wrong I'm gonna to spoil the end of every book you read or any show that you start watching."
"Oh God, please anything but that!" Dean gasped. He couldn't help but smile a little bit as he spoke. Charlie sure knew how to make a good threat. To hide his embarrassment at his hasty retreat, Dean pressed on the center of his glasses to stop their slow slide down his face.
"Then you need to talk to me! I'm not trying to be that annoying friend here, but I can see how distracted you are and I want to help."
"Alright, I might be a little distracted but can this wait until a little later?" Dean begged. He didn't really want to pour his heart out to Charlie, but she wasn't really giving him the choice. Postponing the discussion was about the only thing he could do at this point.
Charlie pursed her lips. It was obvious that she wanted to talk now, but Dean wasn't really in the mood for it. He just wanted to get through this day, hang out with Cas, maybe get to kiss him stupid and forget about the rest of the world. That was what Dean wanted more than anything else at the moment.
Charlie seemed to pick up on his grumpy mood so she let the subject drop. "I can work with that. We just need to talk soon." She placed a comforting hand on Dean's arm and added, "Just keep your head up, alright?"
"Thanks Charlie." Dean said. He hadn't realized just how close to his next classroom they had already gotten. It must have been because Dean had gotten a head start getting out of his last classroom.
Before they parted ways, Charlie pulled Dean into a deep, comforting hug.
Dean rested his chin on top of Charlie's dark red hair and held her tight. She had no idea how much this hug meant to him.
'Thank you Charlie.' Dean thought to himself. Out loud, Dean whispered, "You're awesome Charlie." Just loud enough for her to hear him.
"I know." Charlie said. Dean could hear the smirk in her voice.
Her persistency was more than a little irritating, but Dean knew that she honestly had his best interests at heart. He liked that about Charlie and he could see the two of them being lifelong friends. Dean only wished that the two of them had met earlier.
Dean pulled back from the hug and kissed the top of Charlies head. For once, Dean didn't care what others around him were saying; all he cared about was thanking Charlie for what she was trying to do.
"Well you better get in there." Charlie told him, looking past Dean and into the classroom.
Dean sighed and turned. He really didn't wanna go to Naomi's class. Dean just wanted to get to his physics class so he could see Cas.
"I love you." She whispered as a spark of light gleamed in her eyes.
Dean smirked down at her and said, "I know."
Instantly, Dean knew that Charlie understood the Star Wars reference. Her bright, eager smile said it all. It was nice having someone nerdy to understand all of his corny fandom references.
It was so easy talking with Charlie. Dean could tell that he became an entirely different person around her. Even when he was around Cas. Dean felt a bond with the two of them. When he was with Charlie and Cas Dean felt accepted. He had friends who understood him and enjoyed his stupid remarks. He was no longer, lonely, friendless Dean Winchester. He became nerdy, happy, sociable Dean Winchester (though he still felt a little insecure around Cas). It was an incredibly freeing experience.
"God, I seriously need to take you to a comic con convention." She sighed.
"Just give me a date and a time and I'll be there!" Dean teased happily.
Charlie winked at him and smiled as she said, "Of course! Princess Leah needs her Luke Skywalker!"
Dean chuckled and as Charlie turned and started off down the hall. "See ya later Charlie." He called after her, his smile still evident on his plump pink lips.
"Catch ya later nerd. Keep your chin up!" Charlie called back as she vanished down the hall.
Dean watched her go until her flaming hair was lost in the sea of bustling students.
He let out a long low breath before turning and walking into class.
Much like his last class, Dean didn't really focus very well. This time however, it wasn't because Amara was stressing him out. This time his main stressor was Cas. They had their next class together and time was running against him. Instead of focusing on his teacher, Dean's eyes were trained on the clock counting down how long it would be until he got to see Cas again.
His nerve endings were alight with excitement when the dismissal bell rang. When he reached the outside of the classroom, Dean stopped, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself.
When he finally felt ready, Dean entered the class. He smiled with ease when he saw the back of Castiel's black raven hair.
Cas greeted him happily when Dean reached their lab table. "Hey." Cas said cheerily as he looked up at him with a huge dorky grin.
"Hey Cas." Dean said. He felt his cheeks warm slightly as he smiled shyly back at Cas. Dean pushed his glasses up his noise as he quickly looked away from those perfect blue eyes. They stood out even darker than normal since Cas had ringed them with dark eye liner today.
As he sat, Dean couldn't help glancing back up into Castiel's his eyes. He let his eyes slowly trail downwards to look at those beautiful lips and shining white teeth. Castiel's sliver lip ring only emphasized the perfection of his lips. He wanted nothing more than to kiss those stupidly perfect lips and feel the press of metal against his own mouth.
"How's your morning going so far?" Cas asked.
Dean opened his mouth to say something, but he paused. 'How is my day going?' Dean thought to himself. It certainly had a bit of a rough start... although Castiel's presence makes everything better.
When Cas looked at him strangely Dean finally said, "Well... we can just say that it's better now that I'm here."
"What happened Dean?" Cas asked as concern filled his voice.
"Nothing. It's doesn't matter Cas." Dean lied as he used a smile to mask the truth.
"You can't lie to me nerd. What's wrong? I wanna help." Cas said, seeing through Dean's disguise. The thin layer of eyeliner that he wore around his eyes made Cas look almost scary as he looked at Dean intensely.
A movement from the door caught Dean's eye and momentarily distracted him.
He groaned internally as he made eye contact with none other than the one who was causing him so many problems.
Dean quickly turned away from her and whispered to Cas, "You wanna know what my problem is? Well, she just walked through the door."
'Why does she have to be in this fucking class too? Come on...' Dean thought to himself furiously.
He already had to sit through one class with that bitch, now he had to sit through another. At least he had Cas with him. That made it slightly better.
"Is that bitch still bothering you?" Cas asked, with a dark look at the girl who was walking closer to them. His dark look turned darker as his eye focused on Amara like a laser.
"She's just a bit annoying." Dean told Cas, refusing to look over at Amara.
"Want me to say something?" Cas asked, immediately putting up his defense.
"Don't you dare." Dean hissed. "I don't need a reason to piss off more people.
Cas sat back, still wary of Amara, but he no longer looked like he was going to jump at her. "Just let me know if she messes with you okay."
"Cas everything is fine. I swear!" Dean exclaimed.
"Promise me Dean. Promise me." Cas said with an intense look on his face. "You will tell me if Amara does something to you right?"
"Yes, yes, okay I promise Cas." Dean hissed. Amara was nearly by their desk now and Dean didn't want her to know what him and Cas had been discussing.
"Hey Dean." Amara cooed. "Looks like we have this class together too."
Her eyes darted to Cas then back to Dean. There was something dark and cold hidden in those deep amber eyes. She made Dean uneasy, but he had to put up with it, at least for a little while. It unnerved Dean that she didn't even flinch under the territorial gaze of Cas. Amara just acted like Cas was nothing more than a disgusting bug to be squished.
"Yeah. I guess so." Dean said stiffly as he looked away from her dark eyes. He really wanted to punch her now. No one looked at Cas like that and got away with it. Not on his watch anyways.
Beside him, Dean could feel how tense Cas was. It was like he had gone on the defensive. Dean wasn't exactly sure why Cas was so protective over him. 'I mean, why should he care?' Dean thought to himself. 'We aren't even openly dating so there should be no reason for him to be so protective over me. Why would anyone want to protect me? I'm no prize.'
Dean only hoped that Cas had enough sense to stay in his seat. He figured that they would have a hard time explaining why Cas attacked the new girl. Dean was pretty sure that saying, 'she looked at the guy I'm secretly dating and I didn't like it' would not be an acceptable excuse.
"Is this class good?" She asked him, lingering by their desk as she clearly tried to start a conversation with him.
"Yeah." Dean grumbled. He wasn't really interested in chatting with her. She had been kinda a bitch earlier and Dean didn't like to associate himself with people like that. It was hard enough avoiding his bullies so the last thing he needed was some random, two faced chick fucking with him. "I enjoy it."
"Is it hard?" Amara asked, pressing him for more answers.
Dean had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at her as he said, "Well, I dunno. I mean this is an AP class, so it's harder than normal classes. It's pretty easy for me, but it just depends on how much you like the subject."
He let his sarcasm flow into his voice slightly has he spoke. Dean wasn't really sure why, but being with Cas gave him more confidence. He wouldn't have added the sarcasm into his voice if it had just been him talking with her.
"Oh. Well. I'm probably gonna fail them." Amara said with a shrug that clearly showed just how much she cared.
Dean sighed deeply and moved to turn back to Cas. 'I really don't give a rat's ass if you pass or fail.' Dean thought to himself. 'Can't I enjoy my God damn class in peace?'
"Hey... so maybeeee..." Amara spoke up again, leaving dramatic pauses in between her words. "Maybe, I won't do as bad if I had a tutor who knows what he's doing."
"Sorry, no. He's already tutoring me." Cas suddenly barked from beside Dean.
"You can't share?" Amara said, with a fake pout forming on her thin red lips.
"No." Cas said flatly. "We need a lot of time to study. Like, we study hard all night long. "
'God Cas do you even listen to how things sound before you say them?' Dean thought to himself. It was clear that Cas literally just said whatever crossed his mind without a second thought.
Dean gave a sideways glace to Cas and saw a small smirk on his lips. Instantly, Dean felt his face flush. Castiel had meant for that sentence to sound that way. He hid his embarrassment by adjusting his glasses. They always provided him with an easy distraction.
Amara looked two seconds away from throwing a bitch fit when their teacher Jody Mills finally called her class to order.
Throughout most of the class Cas continued to stay grumpy and angry at Amara much to Dean's annoyance. Dean wished Cas would just calm down. Why was everyone getting so pissy over Amara? Couldn't they just leave him to deal with his own problems?
Suddenly, Dean got an idea. He was tired of sitting next to grumpy people today. Why should he let Amara ruin what was supposed to be a great day?
Tearing off a small corner of paper from his notebook Dean began to write a note for Cas.
When he was done writing, he slipped the piece of paper over to Cas. There were only two words on it.
'Guess what.'
Cas looked at the paper curiously then looked over towards Dean. There was amusement and confusion reflected in his eyes. Apparently Cas wasn't paying much attention to the teacher either.
A second later, Cas slid the note back along the table.
'What?' Cas had replied.
Dean smirked and lowered his pencil towards the paper. He paused with the pencil tip pressing into the white paper. The dark led stuck out against the bright white sheet.
'Am I really gonna say this?' Dean thought to himself. He could barely think of saying out loud, and writing it down wasn't much easier.
Dean glanced towards Cas who was watching him from the corner of his eye. Cas was trying to see what he was writing without letting Jody see what they were doing.
Dean's heart was pounding in his ears as he finally decided to write his response on the piece of paper. He was sure that everyone in the school could hear the pounding on his heart as he slid the paper back over to Cas. Dean could feel the warmth radiating from his face as he flushed a dark shade of red.
Cas looked down at the paper and read what Dean had written him. He stayed like that for a very long time, not moving as his eyes repeatedly scanned the paper.
Dean thought he had gone too far. Maybe Cas hated him now. Dean had written, 'I really wanna kiss you right now.'
Maybe Cas didn't like how direct Dean had been. Had he done something wrong? Dean's mind was a swirling mess as he looked straight ahead, focused solely on the whiteboard at the front of the room.
'Don't look at him.' Dean tried to tell himself. He didn't want to see the rejection in Castiel's eyes. He knew that this thing between them was too good to be true. Who knew what Cas was going to do with that little strip of paper. Maybe his plan all along had been to get Dean to admit he was gay so his sexuality could be openly exposed at school.
What Dean didn't expect, was the firm press of Castiel's leg into his own underneath the table.
Cas had shifted his leg so it was now pressing hard into Dean's. Seconds later, Castiel's hand slid off the desk and clamped down onto Dean's upper leg. Castiel's fingers squeezed his leg momentarily before dropping away all together. Dean felt like his body was ready to explode. He could still feel where the hot handprint of Castiel's fingers had been only moments ago. Every nerve ending felt alive. It was like he was on fire in the middle of an icy storm.
When Dean finally looked over at Cas, he found the other boy already staring at him. His eyes were dark and lust blown. Dean was shocked to see that most of the blue had been covered by dark aroused pupils. They sat there motionless for what seemed like years. A strong, yearning tension built between the two of them and the air grew thick enough to cut clean through with a butter knife. It seemed as if a static charge had built up in the air around them. Dean knew if something didn't happen soon, than he'd probably start making out with Cas right here in the middle of class. Then... well who knows what might happen after that.
Just when it felt like everything was about to implode, Cas looked away. All at once the spell was been broken and the magic was gone. It was like a giant vacuum had entered the room and expelled the building feelings.
Dean took a shaky breath, only now realizing that he had been holding his breath for the entire time. Slowly, he shifted in his seat, taking note of the boner that was calling his attention in his jeans. Somehow before the end of class he was gonna need that to go away. There was nothing more awkward than walking around school trying to hide a boner.
'Think of something other than Cas.' Dean thought silently to himself. He already wasn't focused on the lesson, why should he start paying attention now? Dean had bigger problems to deal with anyways.
He fought to clear his mind and slowly took deep breaths of air. Dean let his mind wonder, refusing to think of Cas until it was safe to do so.
While in his 'Zen mode' Cas broke his concentration by sliding that piece of paper slowly back across the table towards him. Dean watched it move slowly closer, wondering what Cas could have written back to him.
Dean sat transfixed, staring at the white paper for a second before slowly reaching out and picking it up.
He unfolded it slowly before reading, 'You really shouldn't do that to me in class. I've got a bit of a –situation- going on down there.'
Dean instantly felt his face flame up as he blushed. Apparently Cas was hard too just because Dean said he had wanted to kiss him. The note had gotten a better reaction than he had expected it would.
He didn't know if he should feel awesome or guilty for giving Cas a boner in class. Dean smirked slightly, decided that he wouldn't feel guilty about it as he wrote on the paper again. 'Oops. ;)'
Dean passed the paper back. His own boldness surprised him, but he had to admit that it was a little bit empowering.
Beside him, Cas gave out a little huff of frustration as he shifted in his seat. Dean looked over at the boy and found his dark eyes glaring back at him. There was a slight blush blooming over Castiel's cheeks that made Dean smirk with pride.
'For once I'm not the one who is blushing.' Dean thought to himself.
Cas shifted in his chair once again, the looked back down at the paper. He scribbled furiously the pushed the paper back over to Dean.
'Go to the band room after class.'
Dean's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked back over at Cas.
Cas just winked and tapped on the piece of paper. Then, the boy glanced at the clock and stood up. Jody Mills had just started handing out the homework when Cas approached her. He whispered something to her before she wrote him up a bathroom pass and sent Cas on his way.
Dean glanced up at the clock and saw that there was only five minute left in class. He hadn't realized just how quickly the time had passed.
When the bell rang, Dean packed up his shit like everyone else and bolted for the door.
'Band classroom.' Dean thought to himself. 'I need to get there before someone else finds me first.'
Dean didn't usually deviate from his normal path, that was the only way to avoid getting snagged up by one of his bullies. Dean knew which bullies would be where and when they would be there. That was the most effective way of avoiding them. Now that he was leaving that old beaten trail, Dean had no idea who he might run into.
Somehow, Dean made it to the room without a hitch. He hadn't even had to stop and talk to Amara. It was great.
When Dean walked into the band room he found it empty. He didn't even see Cas. 'Maybe he's setting me up?' Dean thought silently. Maybe he fetching my bullies so they can beat the shit outta me for thinking I was cool enough to pass notes in class.
"H-hello?" Dean called out uncertainly. "Anyone in here?"
He avoided calling out Castiel's name in case someone he didn't know was in here. They'd wonder why he was calling for Cas. Cas was too cool to hang out with someone like Dean.
"You came!" called a voice from a far corner.
Dean spun around and saw Cas emerging from behind a small bleacher area. That was where their school band practiced on rainy days.
"'Course I did." Dean said. "I wouldn't just leave you hanging!"
"Good." Cas breathed, getting closer and closer to Dean by the second. "I'm glad you didn't."
Before Dean knew what was happening Cas was pulling Dean into a long, deep kiss in the middle of the room. As the kissed, Dean felt his glasses sliding up his face. They bit uncomfortably into his face, but Dean was too happy to care.
The other boy's hands clutched the side of Dean's face and held them together. Castiel's tongue moved with skill and finesse, running along Dean's lips until he parted them. It was strange feeling the tongue piercing in Castiel's mouth but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. Dean still couldn't believe just how great kissing was. He had been missing out on so much. He could taste the metal in his mouth, but Castiel's skilled tongue made him forget all about it. Their tongues proceeded to engage in a competitive battle for dominance and control.
Dean lost himself in the feeling, still lost in wonder at how nice the act of kissing felt.
As they kissed, Dean let his hands snake down to Castiel's hips to pull him closer.
They broke apart breathlessly, staring deep into each other's eyes. They were both lost in wonder as they memorized each other's faces. Every time they kissed it was like the very first time (although now it was a lot less awkward).
"I don't think I could ever get sick of kissing you." Cas breathed as he dragged Dean over to the band bleachers.
"I don't think I could get sick of it either." Dean whispered back as he let himself be led by Cas. While they walked, Dean reached up to fix his glasses. They were left sitting crookedly on his face after their kiss.
"Good, because there is gonna be a lot of it." Cas told him, dragging him behind the bleachers.
Dean chuckled and chewed on his own lip in excitement.
When Cas looked into his eyes again Dean saw a look of amusement on his face. "Really?" Cas asked as he tried to hold back a laugh.
"What?" Dean asked in confusion.
Cas stayed silent, but lifted his hands to grip the frames he had just fixed. Dean felt Cas slip the glasses off his face. He shivered when Castiel's hands lowered and slipped the thick black frames into his pocket. "You really don't need these when we're kissing. They just get in the way."
Before Dean could say anything else, Cas grabbed him again and resumed their kissing session.
Dean was really getting into the action. Cas was unbelievable. Dean was still in shock that Cas wanted to be here with him.
Suddenly, Cas used his strength to turn Dean and press him against the back wall. As Dean was pressed into the wall, Castiel's fingers moved up to tangle his fingers into Dean's hair. Dean tried to bite back a moan as Cas tugged on his hair sharply. He wasn't sure how, but the more that Cas pulled his hair, the better the kissing felt.
Cas stopped kissing Dean momentarily as he moved his mouth towards his ear. Dean chewed on his lip; his eyes squeezed shut as Cas began to softly bite at the soft shell of his ear.
Dean's hands clutched hungrily at Castiel's hips as Cas whispered, "Come on Dean, don't hold back. I wanna hear all those delicious the noises you make."
Dean nearly came in his pants as Cas breathed into his ear. That time, Dean couldn't hold back his moan as he hissed, "Fuck Cas."
"There we go. That's what I wanted to hear." Cas chuckled, rewarding Dean by moving back to kiss his lips.
Between kisses Cas moaned, "God, I so don't wanna go to my next class."
Dean groaned in disappointment and said, "Why did you remind me?"
"We could ditch ya know." Cas chuckled as he ground his hips into Dean's.
"Can't..." Dean panted, as he bucked back against the other boy. "I've gotta keep my record clean."
Cas snorted and said, "Please, I can make sure your record is still clean."
"How?" Dean asked, while Cas placed a line of kisses up Dean's neck and continued to played with his hair.
"The how isn't important." Cas chuckled, as he traced patterns onto Dean's skin. "I just know a lot of people."
Dean was about to press the matter more, but Cas distracted him by pulling down the collar of his shirt and sucking hard on the exposed skin.
A long low moan was ripped from Dean's throat as the dark haired boy sucked a hickey onto his shoulder.
"St-stop..." Dean choked between moans.
Immediately, Cas pulled back, his cool confident air suddenly fractured. His dark lust blown eyes looked at him with uncertainly, wondering if he had gone too far.
"Did I... did I do something wrong?" Cas asked nervously.
Dean chuckled lightly and said, "No. That feels amazing. Honestly, but I can't walk around school with a huge ass hickey on my neck."
Castiel's face immediately, relaxed. His look of concern smoothed and his mouth curved into a smile. Cas began to laugh as he said, "Well I figured as much, so that's why I pulled your collar down. When I'm done, your shirt will cover it up."
Dean laughed softly and pulled Cas in for another kiss. Cas was seriously the most amazing man on earth.
He had never been happier in his life. Dean was pretty sure that being with Cas was the equivalent of heaven. Cas was the physical representation of all the pure hearted angel's in heaven.
Dean wasn't sure how long the two of them were there for. It felt like only second, but when the warning bell chimed, Dean realized that he had only five minutes to get to auto shop.
"Stay here with me..." Cas begged Dean as he tried to escape from Castiel's addicting kisses.
"I can't Cas." Dean said with an apologetic look on his face.
"I can get you out of class. Just stay here with me all day." Cas pleaded, reaching around Dean and slipping his fingers into Dean's back pockets.
Dean felt Cas massaging his ass and he wished that he didn't have to go to class. Cas made him not want to do anything except kiss ever again. It really wasn't helping that Cas was now digging his fingers into Dean's ass and pulling their bodies even closer together.
"Another time." Dean told Cas, biting his own lip to hold back moans. "We'll skip the whole day next time."
Castiel's eyes lit up as he said, "Really?"
"Yes, really." Dean replied, "But seriously, I need to go now."
"Fine..." Cas sighed, pulling his hands from Dean's pockets and backing away.
Cas turned and bent slowly, waggling his ass in Dean's direction as he picked up Dean's backpack. While Cas bent over, Dean pulled his glasses out of his pocket and slipped them back onto his face.
Dean let out a small noise of approval as Castiel's tight ass became clear. He couldn't help but let the noise slip free. The moment that Cas turned to look at him Dean averted his eyes.
"What? Are you scared to look at my ass?" Cas teased as he handed Dean his book bag. He could hear the smirk on Castiel's face.
Dean laughed shyly and said, "Well, let's just say that walking around with jizz in my pants for the rest of the day isn't exactly high on my list of priorities for today. I just barely got rid of my boner."
Castiel's face broke into a wide smile and began to laugh as he said, "Fair enough."
As Dean shouldered his book bag, Cas said, "Well, you better get a move on nerd."
"Aren't you going to class too?" Dean asked, looked at Cas with confusion.
Cas had also picked up his book bag, but he was still standing well behind the bleachers.
"Yeah, but I'm gonna let you leave first. People might suspect if two guys walk out of the deserted band room." Cas explained.
"But what if you're late for class?" Dean asked him.
Cas shrugged and smirked. "I'm always fashionably late." He snickered. "Now get outta here nerd. See ya at lunch."
Dean smiled at the raven haired boy and hurriedly rushed from the band room and blended in with the quickly thinning crowd outside in the hallways.
As Dean rushed through the hallways he thought, 'God, how did I get so lucky?'
Cas wasn't an asshole, he wasn't a self-centered dick, and he always had a plan of action. He even seemed genuinely interested in Dean. That was something he wasn't used to. He was quickly discovering that he didn't mind the attention though. Dean needed some more positives in his life.
For the first time in a long time, Dean's mind wasn't filled with negative thoughts as he walked through the hallways. It was like a strange peace had filled his body. Dean wasn't fighting through panic attacks; he wasn't worried about who was going to see him or who he would see. Dean was simply at peace for once.
As Dean pushed his way through the auto shop doors, the final class bell rang.
"I should send you to ISS boy." Bobby scolded Dean, as he walked through the door.
"Sorry Bobby..." Dean mumbled, with a guilty smile on his face.
"Why were you so late ya idjit?" Bobby asked.
"I... I just got held up... talking with someone." Dean replied. What he was saying wasn't completely a lie, but it was as close to the truth as he was willing to go.
Bobby took a step closer to him and asked in a low voice, "None of them damn boys were messing with you this time were they?"
Dean shook his head and said, "No, nothing like that. I was just talking with a friend."
Bobby gave him a look of suspicion that made Dean squirm uncomfortably. It was like Bobby was trying to see through the bullshit and learn the actual truth. After a second Bobby just rolled his eyes and grunted, "Get to work son, go work on that ol' junker over there."
Dean turned to see where Bobby was looking. He grimaced slightly when he saw the old Honda Civic that no one ever touched. So far, no one who touched her had been able to get it working again. Dean on the other hand knew that he could get her running again. However, in Dean's eyes, the machine was just an unattractive, undesirable car. He had no real motivation to fix her up. Maybe Bobby would let him modify it once it was running again.
"Can I do whatever I want to it when I'm done?" Dean asked curiously.
"Only if you can get it running son." Bobby said with a serious look. "But you know how long she's been sitting there."
Dean knew as well as anyone in this class that the Honda had been sitting there for a minimum of four years. He also knew that the car was from the year 2000, although he wasn't quite sure how long it had been since the machine ran.
At the moment though, Dean didn't care. All that he cared about was customizing her when he was done.
"Awesome!" Dean said eagerly, "I know I can get her running again."
Bobby smirked and said, "Well, if you're so confident about this, then this is the only car you can work on until she's fully functioning again."
Dean's jaw dropped slightly and he saw a couple of the other boys look up at him with smug looks on their face. This was going to be a tedious job, and Dean didn't want this car to become a lengthy project. He had other things he wanted to work on.
The other kids were all ready to see Dean fall through on a project. Bobby made all the other kids listen to his lengthy lectures on cars and rebuilding them. Dean on the other hand could rebuild an engine with his eyes shut.
Bobby had once said that he was born to build cars and Dean truly believed that his teacher was right.
The other kids were envious of Bobby's favoritism and that Dean didn't have to listen to the lectures. Bobby kinda just let Dean do whatever he wanted and everyone else hated him for it.
"Are you serious?" Dean asked in shock.
"What do ya think ya damn idjit?" Bobby said sarcastically. "Course I am. Now get to work son, you're wasting daylight."
Dean bit back a groan on exasperation as he moved towards the hunk of shit car.
"You're gonna be my bitch now." Dean grumbled, fighting the urge to kick the junky white car.
Dean tossed his book bag to the side and pulled out a pair of headphones. He quickly put on his classic rock playlist and got to work.
Though he already detested his newest project, trying to fix the car still effectively made the time pass by pretty quickly.
Once Dean got into the zone, there was very little that could distract him.
He was humming along to some Bob Segar when someone tapped on his shoulder.
Dean jumped violently, and barely avoided slamming his head into the hood of the car.
He whipped around, fearing that someone was going to try and fight him.
Instead, Dean saw the face of Balthazar smirking at him.
Dean tugged the earbuds from his ears, breathing heavily from the shock of Balthazar scaring him as he said, "Jesus, you can't do that to me man!"
"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?" Balthazar drawled, lazily leaning against the piece of shit car.
"Yeah, kinda." Dean said with arched eyebrows. He pushed on his glasses with grease coated fingers. "I was totally in the zone man."
"Ah, oh well. Now you're not." Balthazar said shrugging slightly.
"Clearly." Dean said, pretending to be irritated with Balthazar.
"You need a hand mate? I'm kinda bored with Ol' Man Singers rambling." Balthazar said, as he gestured over his shoulder towards Bobby and the other students.
"Did he see you walk over here?" Dean asked, looked towards Bobby.
"I dunno. I just got bored." Balthazar said with a shrug.
"I'm not exactly the biggest team player when it comes to working on cars." Dean explained.
"Are you a team player with anything?" Balthazar asked as he leaned into Dean's personal space bubble.
"Sometimes." Dean said with a smirk.
Dean could tell that Balthazar was an annoying little shit, but he didn't mind hanging around with him. He was interesting company to say the least.
Balthazar leaned even closer and whispered, "Dean, you do realize that sex involves teamwork right."
Dean's eyes widened and shock and his jaw hung slightly agape as he looked at Balthazar.
His lips were twisted in a smug smirk and his eyes were lit with humor. Dean felt a blush creeping up his face. He knew that Balthazar was implying him and Cas.
"Shut up." Dean muttered, working hard to busy himself with fixing the car.
"Just trying to be helpful mate." Balthazar shrugged.
"Well if that's your definition of helpful, then go be helpful somewhere else." Dean mumbled.
Dean heard Balthazar chuckle at that. "I like you. You've got sass kid."
"I think you have enough for all of us." Dean said with raised eyebrows.
"I see why he likes you." Balthazar said. "He honestly hasn't shut up about you since our last concert."
That stopped Dean in his tracks. He looked up at the blonde haired boy and asked, "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious." Balthazar told him honestly. "It gets a little old after a while. There has been a few times where I wanted to punch him in the fucking gob just so he'd stop with his constant yammering."
Dean laughed and shook his head. He hadn't really expected Cas to say much about him.
"Honestly, if I have to hear about Dean Winchester's perfect green eyes or his amazing arse one more bloody time I think I'm going to jump off a damn bridge." After a moment of silence he added, "Or better yet, I'll just toss him over instead."
Dean's cheeks flushed again. "He doesn't really say that does he?"
"Why would I lie? It's rather fun telling his secrets and making you turn scarlet." Balthazar said with a soft shrug. "By the way, are you as good at snogging as he lets on?"
"Okaayy... and we're done here." Dean said avoiding Balthazar's eyes as the blonde leaned closer. "You can leave now."
"You can't be serious." Balthazar teased.
"I am though." Dean said, looking up to glare at the other kid.
"What are you gonna do? Hit me with that wrench?"
"Bitch I just might." Dean said, brandishing the tool in his hand menacingly.
"Oh you're so terrifying." Balthazar mocked, rolling his eyes for emphasis. "Class is almost over anyways, so I guess I'll leave you to your work."
"Is it really?" Dean asked, looking towards his watch.
"Yep. I suppose time really flies when I'm around."
"You wish." Dean snorted.
Balthazar simply winked and snuck back over to the group of students as Bobby finished up his lecture for the day.
Slowly, Dean put away his tools and grabbed a rag to clean off his hands. He grimaced slightly; grease and grime coated his hands, and there was dirt wedged underneath his nails. He really should be wearing gloves, but they made working on more delicate parts more complicated.
Once Dean had scrubbed his hands clean, he found Balthazar standing close by again.
"Want a partner to walk up to lunch with you?" Balthazar asked as he tossed a rag into the waste bucket.
Dean shrugged, "Why not."
This would help prevent him from getting his ass kicked. If there were a lot of other people around his bullies would leave him alone, at least for a little while.
"So, are you looking forward to your first concert with the Fallen Angels?" Balthazar asked as they walked towards the door.
Dean paled slightly and nervously asked, "Well... when is it?"
"'Bout a month, give or take." Balthazar told him casually.
"I... I dunno..." Dean whispered. "I mean, we haven't even done one practice yet..."
"You should have nothing to worry about! Cas tells me you sing like a god." He grimaced and added, "That's another one of those things Cas can't stop talking about."
"What can't I stop talking about?" Came voice from beside Dean.
Dean turned quickly and saw Cas casually walking towards them.
"Well look what the pussy cat dragged in." Balthazar chuckled, "What are you doing out here mate?"
"I came to walk to lunch with you guys." Cas explained.
"Fantastic. Where are you guys sitting? The couple's booth?" Balthazar snorted.
"Hey, come on man, keep your voice low." Cas scolded.
"My bad." Balthazar said, looking around and quickly changing the subject. "So have you two met the newbie yet?"
"You mean Amara?" Cas asked darkly.
"Sounds like you have met her them." Balthazar pursed his lips in distaste.
"Unfortunately." Dean grumbled.
"She sure is a snobby little twat isn't she?" Balthazar sneered.
"You can say that again." Dean complained.
"I think Lisa and her group of bitches are the only ones who actually like Amara" Cas said.
"I think you might be right about that mate." Balthazar agreed.
As Dean walked between Cas and Balthazar he spotted Lucifer and Michael up ahead.
They were lounging against the concrete walls near the vending machines. When they caught sight of Dean they leered at him evilly. They looked like they were ready to beat him to a pulp. Dean swallowed hard and glanced at Cas from the corner of his eye.
From what he could tell, Cas had already spotted the boys and he was giving them both a death glare. Dean was very glad that he wasn't on the other end Castiel's glare, because if looks could kill, Michael and Lucifer would be long dead by now.
Dean adjusted his glasses again. It gave himself something new to focus on.
'Is this why Cas came to walk me to lunch?' Dean thought to himself, as he tuned out conversations taking place around him. 'Maybe Cas just wanted to make sure I was safe!'
He was greatly enjoying all these sweet, happy thoughts, but like usual, his brain began to taint their beauty.
'Maybe he's just gonna turn you over to them and help them kick your ass.' He thought quietly.
Dean shook his head slightly, trying to force these thoughts from his mind. 'Remember what Balthazar said. Cas talks about you all the time. That has to mean that he actually cares about me right?'
Dean was far from an expert on relationships, but he didn't really have any other way to describe Castiel's level of kindness towards him. Nobody was every nice to him.
"What's up with the angry eyes mate?" Balthazar asked. Apparently he had noticed the shift in Castiel's mood too.
"Those guys are assholes." Cas growled.
"Let's not stick around here." Dean said nervously. He didn't need any excuse to draw Michael and Lucifer over to them. "All the lunch lines will be too long if we stick around."
"Oh shit, you're right." Balthazar gasped, as he instantly surged forward towards the rapidly lengthening lunch lines.
Cas laughed softly and shook his head watching Balthazar go.
"You know you didn't have to come down and walk me to lunch." Dean said softly.
"What, and let you walk up here all alone?" Cas scoffed.
"I would have been okay." Dean lied. He probably would have been attacked by Michael and Lucifer again, but Dean refused to admit it.
Cas gave Dean a skeptical look and said, "Well, either way, I don't mind. I like walking with you."
Dean smiled shyly blushing lightly as the two of them got in line to order food.
They maintained a light and cheery mood as they ordered food and eventually made their way towards a lunch table.
As the wove through the other students in the lunch room Cas turned to him and asked, "So, what did you do in auto shop?" Before Dean could answer Cas smirked and added, "Were you late?"
Dean smirked. "Nearly, I made it just in time. It's a good thing my teacher kinda likes me. But my teacher did give me a piece of shit Honda to work on."
Cas laughed and asked, "It can't really be that bad can it?"
"Oh it's bad." Dean said with a look of distaste on his face. "No one has been able to fix it yet, and it's been sitting in the back of our auto shop since my freshmen year. I swear he gave me this project just to prove that even I can't fix every car."
"You've got this." Cas said with a confident smile on his face. "Prove him wrong Dean."
Dean smiled back, he hoped Cas was right. He would love to finally start proving people wrong. All his life he had simply conformed to society by hiding away inside his own personal bubble. Now that he was with Cas and joining a band it felt like he was somehow breaking all the rules. He was a nerd, the school punching bag. He wasn't supposed to get opportunities like this.
Dean would never admit this out loud, but he was scared about the uncertainty that the future held for him. Another part of him got a high out of the feeling. Now that Cas had come into his life that uncertainty just grew even bigger.
Dean let his eyes trail across Cas, who was a half-step ahead of him as he walked. His shoulders were held strong and he seemed to walk with a sort of cool confidence. Dean bit his lip to hold back a moan as he watched the smooth way that Castiel navigated through hordes of people.
Cas seemed almost unfazed as the passersby gawked at him. Dean could see the respect and envy glinting in their eyes as he moved. He knew this look well, because it was the very same expression that he used to wear when he looked at Cas. They all wanted to bask in the glorious light that seemed to radiate from his very core. To say the least, Cas was hard to miss is a large crowd of people.
As Dean watched the people in the cafeteria, he saw their looks sour. It wasn't hard to guess what had their faces changing from awe to disgust. It was because of him. Nobody liked him and they didn't try to hides it either. Dean was certainly no golden boy like Cas. Dean knew he was nothing more than that annoying piece of gun that gets stuck to your shoe.
His dark thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud female screech.
Dean's head whipped around just in time to see Charlie rushing towards him.
Before he knew it both Dean and Cas were being dragged off by the eager redhead.
Both Dean and Cas were trying to hold in fits of laughter as they attempted to balance their food while keeping pace with Charlie.
Dean was relieved when Charlie finally let go of their arms. Charlie had led them straight to the same table from the morning.
Dean smiled down at the familiar faces beaming up at him and Cas. It was a very welcoming sight and made Dean sigh with happiness.
Since they only had a limited time to eat, Cas and Dean hurriedly sat down and joined the others.
Dean listened with joy as they all participated in playful banter with one another. It was like this group was a little family. They even joked with Dean, easily accepting him into their group.
Dean tried his best to ignore the smug look that Charlie kept giving him and Cas. He knew that she was never going to get over the fact that the two of them had actually gotten together. Dean was positive that tonight Charlie would be blowing up his phone, asking a million questions and begging for details. He supposed that's what friends were supposed to do.
His last class of the day luckily passed quickly and much more peacefully than he was used to. He was happy to say that there were no more run-ins with Amara or any of her gang. Even math class with Crowley didn't seem so bad today. Although that might have partly been due to the fact that Cas was distracting him the whole class by drawing little pictures on his paper (they mostly consisted of dick drawings and little hearts).
When school let out, Cas ushered Dean into an empty classroom for a goodbye kiss, which quickly turned into a make out season.
They only broke apart when Dean's phone started buzzing relentlessly.
When he checked his messages he found that Sam was spam texting him and asking him where the hell he was at.
"I suppose I gotta get going." Dean chuckled as Sam sent him message after message.
Cas laughed too, reading Sam's cranky messages over Dean's shoulder.
'Deannn... Where are you?'
'Let's go! I'm hungry.'
'What are you doing?'
'Why aren't you answering me?'
Dean's face turned red as Sam's messages took on a new tone.
'You're with Cas aren't you?'
'Tell him I say hi, but I need my brother back now.'
'Are you two making out or something?'
'Oh my God...I swear I am going to kill you if you and Cas are banging each other right now.'
'Can't you guys do that like in a bed instead of at school?'
Castiel threw his head back and let out a loud beautiful laugh. Dean was sure the laugh was bound to get them caught, but he was too embarrassed to care.
"I am going to kill that kid." Dean growled as he buried his face into his hands.
Dean felt Cas wrap his arms around him and pull him into a tight hug.
Cas buried his face into Dean's hair, planning small kisses onto the top of his head. After a second Cas spoke. "Do you really have to leave?"
Dean pulled away, looking up at Cas sadly as he said, "Unfortunately, I need to get Sammy to soccer practice. It's his first day and he's gonna be pissed if we're late."
"Text me later?" Cas asked, his eyebrows arching upwards making his eyebrow piercing glint in the dim light of the room. Cas chewed on his moist lips slowly, pulling at the lip ring as his head turned slightly to the side.
"Of course." Dean answered breathlessly. Around Cas it was so hard to breathe. Why did he have to be so damn adorable? How could a punk rocker guy look adorable? Dean wasn't sure that he'd ever be able to find an answer.
Cas didn't even have to do anything and Dean was speechless. His huge blue puppy dog eyes, ringed with black eyeliner were effectively making Dean forget all his problems and his self-loathing.
When he was with Cas, time seemed to just stop. The rest of the world continued to move at a normal pace, but their miniature world froze. It was like nothing could penetrate this bubble that had been created around them.
Cas stepped in to give Dean one final kiss.
Dean closed his eyes in bliss as those soft, hungry lips moved across his. Dean could feel the lip ring digging into his own lip, but Dean didn't care. If anything, it made the kiss feel even better.
Dean sighed into Castiel's mouth as he felt fingers knotting into his hair and pulled gently. They were clinging to each other so tightly that it felt like all the air had been sucked from the room.
All too soon the kiss ended and the two of them had to go their separate ways.
Cas shooed Dean out of the room first and he ran off to go find Sam.
He pushed his disheveled glasses back up his face. Dean didn't have to look in a mirror to know that his clothes were wrinkled and his hair was impossibly messy. Somehow none of that seemed to matter. All that Dean cared about was that he was happy. He wasn't concerned for someone else's happiness or someone else's feelings. These were his feelings.
Somehow, in this fucked up school he had managed to find happiness.
The comping weekend was going to be even better. This weekend would be the first real day of band practice with the Fallen Angels.
Dean couldn't wait.
