I am amazing pissed at my phone. I've typed everything on my phone today and Jesus it messes it up. I keep double typing letters or doing too many spaces and it goes to a full stop and a capital letter.
Do I update too much? I've written a two one shots, updated a story and now this. I swear I have a life, I went to work today for two hours and the gym (I didn't work out, I sat in the cafe and drank Pepsi, who do you think I am? A health freak?)
Eh, I've got a big list of prompts from Tumblr and other people so I'll keep working through it until it goes down. I have about twenty to go,(Yay...)
Hope you enjoy.
Castiel Novak liked learning. It was great, he would rather be learning something to get on in life, than doing what other kids in his school did (mindless fucking with the 'hot' girls, playing football and beating up other kids)
But 7am classes? Nope, not a chance.
He had tried to only sign up for classes that he enjoyed, but also got him up at a reasonable time.
He loved Social Sciences.
Which happened to start at 7am.
He trudged to the classroom, on the other side on the campus. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt with a faded 'Back to the future' picture on it and his favourite coat, which was a gag gift from his brother, Gabriel.
It went down to his knees and was a beige colour but it was warm.
Gabriel hadn't actually counted on Cas keeping it, but he had.
He slumped into his desk and felt like crying. Birds were just beginning to sing as the sun started to rise. He was five minutes early, so he simply leaned his forehead on his desk and slept.
When he woke up, there was a boy next to him.
He was pretty damned handsome, with dirty blonde hair and the deepest green eyes that rivalled the tall evergreens outside.
The boy was holding a coffee cup and had a slightly crazed look in his eyes.
When Cas glanced at the clock, he saw only two minutes had passed.
"I'm Dean." Said the boy, pulling a Monster energy drink can from his brown leather jacket pocket.
"Hi." He cracked it open and poured it all in his coffee, swigging whatever was left from the can and crumpling it, before returning it to his pocket.
"I'm going to die." He said conversationally and gulped down the concoction from his cup.
Cas only wished he had thought ahead and done that.