Word count: 700

Genre: humour, AU

Rating: worksafe

Prompt: Destiel - High school roommates?

There is a list on Dean's dorm room. The heading is written in large, red letters - probably some sort of permanent marker? - and reads "READ BEFORE ENTERING". Dean frowns and sets down his lone bag of belongings, tearing the list from the door.

READ BEFORE ENTERING

To whomever has been chosen to house with
me, please memorise the following rules.

1. Outdoor shoes must be left by the door

2. Eating inside the room will not be tolerated

3. After having used the cleaning facilities, dry
off properly prior to re-entering the room

4. Keep your things neatly organised - this
does not mean to simply keep them on your
side of the room

5. The door must always be shut

1. No loud noises

6. No visitors (this includes other habitants
of the dorm)

7. No lights on after ten

8. The room is cleaned (by me) once a week.
During this day (exact day may be discussed
to fit your schedule)you will have to exit the
room entirely over a time period of at least
five hours

9. No devices running on batteries may be
used inside the room. This includes:

Cellphones

Music players

Computers

Calculators

If you find yourself unable to abide by any
or all of these rules, please speak to the dorm
attendant and have them reassign you.

Dean stared at the paper. Then at the door. Then at the paper. Then, he crumpled the list in his palm, shoving it as far down his pocket as he could, before picking his bag back up and reaching out to open the door…

Which he swings open so hard it bangs into the wall. The boy seated by desk at the far side of the room startles and looks up from his book, a deep frown wrinkling his face as he glares at Dean. Ignoring the murderous gaze, Dean stomped over to the bed at the unoccupied side of the room (not that you could tell which part was unoccupied, seeing as the side where the other boy was sitting was completely free of any kind of personal belongings, the bed made so neatly that it looked like it hadn't been slept in ever) and threw his bag onto the bed. He toes his shoes off and left them laying by the bedside.

"Hey, I'm Dean!" he said as a greeting. The other boy's frown had not let up one bit.

"Did you read my list?" he asked in a deep, surprisingly mature voice.

"What list?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The one with my specific rules. It was taped to the door."

Dean shrugged. "There was nothing taped to the door, man. But dude, speaking of rules, what's up with this place, huh? I mean, sure, it's a catholic school and all, so the uniform I'd counted on, but what about the rest of the crap they're forcing us to do? Daily runs? Shouldn't that be up to each person? And what does it matter to them what time I go to bed, seriously? And by eleven? I don't need seven hours of sleep, I'm good with four, always have been. What do they think's gonna happen if I don't sleep seven hours; my head will explode in class and they'll get charged with murder or what? I mean, come on, right?"

During Dean's monologue, the boy's frown was retreating, to give way for a look of disbelief, and then horror. He got up from his chair and walked over to the door (Dean noticed he was wearing plaided slippers, of all things…!), looking up and down the smooth surface, obviously looking for the note he'd fastened to it. Dean hid a grin. There was no way he'd live by a stupid set of rules set by his anal room mate; this was supposed to be his chance to find out who he was away from his strict dad and overly ambitious mom. He wasn't gonna let anyone ruin it for him.

And if he'd have to teach a catholic schoolboy or two how to really live in the process, then so be it. He was up for a challenge.