Paper Mate
Literature class, why did he pick that ? Dean appreciated everything that involved great writers, philosophers and everything that makes good stories, stories to create.
What he never thought about, is that one day, he would have to create his own. Yet that is what was going to happen today, in literature class... Fuck ! This damn teacher and her writing assignment ! Dean's main issue was that even though he had a passion for stories and reading in general, he never had any imagination when it came to writing.
Popular, that's how people described Dean, well, only those who didn't really know him. Because Dean was way more than that, he was a person, an imperfect and passionated person. What was the use of his popularity now ? That was the question he was currently wondering about, because even though he was very appreciated by people at school, during class people thought he was a failure... without saying it, but Dean knew it. He saw it as everyone had huried to form their pairs to work on the writing assignment that had just been given by the teacher a few minutes ago.
The only person remaining was... oh great... the weird dude who's always in a corner doing who knows what. Dean did not want to go there... not really. So the boy reached out...
" It looks like there's only the two of us left without a partner, sorry..." said the dude.
"Uh yeah.. why aree you sorry ?" Dean answered
"Well I'm just assuming you'd rather be with someone else"
"Uh.. no, not at all. Quessiel right ?"
"Castiel, even though we've been in the sme class for a month."
"Uh.. yes, sorry Castiel, it's just that you don't talk a lot, you see, and names are..." Dean was clearly struggling with words, trying to make up for what he had just said without looking like an idiot trying to hurt Castiel.
"No worries. So, Do you have any ideas for the short story ?" Castiel asked
"Not really... Why do you think I don't have a partner ?"
"Well now you've got me ! So, what kind of stories do you like ?"
"I really like those with a lot of action, fantasy novels and love stories from the eighteenth century."
"Eighteenth century, huh ?" Castiel replied with a slight smirk "And why not modern ones ?"
"I don't really know, it's often very cliché, it deals with high school or work, sickness or heartbreak."
"Interesting, you say that you don't know but you actually do." Castiel observed.
"Yeah, that's all well and good but maybe we should start writing"
"That's what we're doing." Castiel replied
"Sorry what ?" Dean blurted out, with an expression of surprise.
"Well, the two of us are writing a story, Dean. You didn't have any ideas, I didn't want to do it all alone. So I'm writing your story, we're gonna write the story of how we met, of this group project."
"Wow ! First of all Quess- Cas ! You're so weird, I mean uh in a good way. I mean, where did you find this idea ? Seriously dude, I admire your inspiration."
"I hope you don't mind if I add that to the dialogue between Dean and Castiel." Castiel replied jokingly, with a mischievious smile.
"You should call You, I mean 'Castiel' Cas. I mean, you know, I like your name but I think Cas sounds good."
"Okay, so Cas it is." He accepted with a smiling and relaxed face.
"So what should we call the story then ?" Dean mumbled, biting his pen with a thinking expression on his face.
"How about 'writing partners' ?" Cas offered.
"Why not 'Paper Mate' ? It sounds more catchy !" Dean exclaimed.
"Like the pens ?" Castiel laughed briefly. "That's a really good idea Dean, I never would've thought about it."
"Ahah, thanks, I'm a bit surprised myself."
"See, you actually have great ideas."
Then the bell rang, it had already been an hour, Dean was packing his stuff in his bag when he was interrupted by Castiel who gave him a tiny paper sheet with... his phone number !
"Uh..." Dean started.
"Call me at 6, I'll give you my adress so we can go on with the story."
"Okay, see you then" Before he even could turn away and leave, Cas gave him a wink... which was more or less disturbing, because Dean did not know how to take it, so he chose to stay silent.
Indeed, Dean may not have had enough imagination to write a best-selling worthy story, but without knowing it, he was writing a story, the story of his life. His life with a friend, or maybe more than that.
THE END
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
2018: Hi dear readers ! So first of all I'd like you all to know that I had the idea to make this story because of the pen brand... yeah for real ! I was asking myself what 'Paper Mate' could mean, like 'writing partners' it makes sense without making sense lol. (And no unfortunately I do not have a paper mate I was alone in my room as I wrote it) Anyway, so there's the little story behind that short one. I had the idea while I was still writing 'Blue as...' so I was very excited to write it and share it with you all. Thanks for reading :)
2020: AFTER TRANSLATION I translated this fic especially for my favorite clown, you know who you are :) but I'd be glad too if other people enjoyed this story *fingers crossed*