Cas sat at his desk, glaring at the paper. "You're an asshole. A hot asshole." He scowled in discontent. He was unsure of what he was exactly thinking of writing the whole day. "Well, what better way to cope than through an English assignment."
Gabriel stepped into Castiel's room, intent on asking him about his first day. Looking over his brother's shoulder, his face fell "Cas, are you sure you want to tell people like that?"
Cas jumped, "Dammit Gabe! Stop doing that! It's not okay. You could've knocked."
"Could have, but I didn't. Now, what the hell? You're gonna tell your teacher what happened and he's not gonna get suspicious? I don't want you trusting random people bro."
"Just, get out. He said it could be a work of fiction, so I will call it that. You'd understand if you even asked. Like you'd know it scares me to have people sneak up on me. But you don't know. You don't know anything about this. Stop treating me like a child. My birthday is two months away and I'll legally be an adult. Treat me like I'm seventeen, not seven." Cas pointed at the door, watching his brother leave.
Dean sat at his desk with his brother parked in front of him, "I don't know, Sammy. None of his emotion reaches his eyes. I mean, he's seventeen, he should have some type of expression. All of his are forced."
Sam looked up at his brother. "I just finished a child abuse case, Dean. Were there noticeable bruises?"
Dean shrugged, unlocking his drawer for the water he'd stashed there, "Don't know where his parents are. He lives with his brother and sister. I checked with the office."
"Give me his date of birth and a few days, alright? I'll figure out all there is to know about a Castiel Novak. Perks of being a lawyer."
"October 23rd. Bitch."
"Jerk." Sam rolled his eyes, picking up his things. "Jess wants me home and your job is out of the way. I need to go. Try and meet someone nice, so we can have a sister-in-law in the near future, Dean. Mom and Dad would've wanted it for you. You're twenty-six, not ninety." With that, Sam left his brother, confident his words meant something. He'd find out all he could on Castiel, just to calm him nerves.
Dean sat back in a chair, squeezing the bridge of his nose in agitation. Sam was right about one thing. His words did mean something to his brother. Dean was beginning to feel lonely. Sure, he could take a girl home any day, and a few men too, but they were never more than a fuck and a hand-wave. His thoughts prompted him to head to a bar or something with alcohol. He'd need it at this point.
When Castiel Novak danced? People watched. He'd snuck out and into to do just that. With clubs few and rare in a small town, Cas chose the one furthest out, flashing his fake ID rapidly before being let in. He enjoyed this, the music and crowds. They made him feel free, and just for a moment, he can blend in, be normal and not stared at.
As the music started, Cas' hips found a rhythm no one would've picked up one. He'd always had a sway about him. Though he walked with his shoulders squared and jaw tight, his lithe hips were never controlled. He kept his hood up as he lost himself in the music.
Dean entered the club after deciding the Roadhouse would require too much conversation. He'd never really been a fan of the places. Their music was bad, and most of the alcohol was toned down, but it'd do for the night. Sighing, he dropped himself onto a stool, watching the crowds while sipping the bourbon he'd requested. He'd almost turned around in his seat to stare at a wall when a pair of hips drew his attention.
Castiel saw Dean come in, but he was too lost in his own world to really register his face. His eyes traveled up and down the body, before he made his way over to the bar, tugging on Dean's hand with a masked face and hooded eyes, dragging him out to dance. Luckily for Cas, Hips Don't Lie began when he got his new dance partner to the floor. Turning his back, and pressing against Dean, Cas placed his hand on his left hip for guidance, before losing control to the music.
Dean wasn't complaining about the firm body dancing with and against him. He was so drawn to the dancer that the music didn't piss him off as much as normally would have. When the next three songs ended, he grabbed the man by the hand, turning him to get a look at his face.
Blue eyes collided with green. Luckily for Cas, Dean didn't recognize him right away. Standing up on his toes, he pressed a kiss to his English teacher's jaw, murmuring "I have to go" before bolting out of the back door and down the street.
Dean was going to follow, ask for his name, something to remember him by. He'd always adored blue eyes. Shrugging it off and checking his watch, he cursed lowly, heading out to his '67 Impala. "Hangover on the second day of school, great Dean."
When Cas finally made it up and through his window again, his heart was pounding. He'd just danced with Dean Winchester. The man he had to turn a paper in to the next morning. His teacher. Letting out a loud groan, Cas felt his eyes droop. At least he'd finished all his course work for the night.
Dean lay in his bed, feeling haunted by those blue eyes. His thoughts went from who he was, to how he kissed, then ventured to having those lively hips and blue eyes in bed with him. Dean felt like he'd seen him before, but the alcoholic haze wasn't allowing him much thought on who or how. Slipping into a dreamless sleep.
Castiel woke up screaming and the weight of Gabriel and Anna hold him down. "Ge-. Out. Now. Please." He trembled. Running a hand over his chest, he winced at the phantom pain left there.
"Cas, you wake up the same way at least twice a night. You need to talk to us." Gabe relented, pulling Anna off as he spoke.
"Yeah, Cas. We just want to help you. That's all." She reached out trying to console her flinching brother.
"I don't have to do a damn thing, expect go to school and breathe. Now, out. I don't want you both looking at me." Cas glared haughtily, drawing the sheets up to keep himself from their view. They knew when to push and retreat, and now? Was not the time to push him.
Cas was down the stairs and out the door in record time, ignoring both Anna and Gabriel who sighed in defeat with his exit. Approaching the school, Cas lingered at his locker a bit longer than necessary. When he'd finally got courage to turn in his paper, he shivered, remembering the dance they'd shared.
Dean sat at his desk popping aspirin when Cas approached. The young man cleared his throat announcing his presence. All he had to do was keep his eyes down, he told himself. Sliding the paper across Dean's desk, he mumbled "Here" before going to take his seat next to Jo.
Dean looked up in time to see Castiel walking away. His eyes were drawn to the boy's hips almost instantly. His eyes went wide as he looked down at the paper then back at Cas, who was intentionally avoiding eye contact with him. He knew it couldn't have been Cas. He was too young to even be in such a place. Dean knew how wrong he was when Castiel shot him a glare for staring in his direction. Blue eyes. Dean gulped audibly.
Cas watched as shock and denial ran across Dean's face.
"Mr. Novak. I'd like to have a word, after class if that's alright." He stuttered out.
"Yeah, sure. Not like I have a class or anything." Cas bit back.
"I'll read this while you're all doing work."
Cas tilted his head, shrugging. "It's your class, Mr. Winchester."
"Mr. Winchester was my father, call me Dean."
Cas smirked, "Alright. Dean it is."
Dean nodded, watching the class flood in. "Alright you guys. The assignment is on the board. Leave it in the basket when class ends. You know the drill." He sat back, nursing his coffee and picking up Cas' paper to read. He couldn't help but feel those blue eyes burrowing in to his very being, watching him intently.
When the bell rang, the class filed out. All except Castiel. With an empty room and a break period, Dean beckoned the boy forward. "Would you like to explain this?" He held up the paper with a horrified expression.
"You said I could write about whatever I wanted to. You didn't even demand it be fiction or non. I did as you asked, Mr. Winchester." He replied, smirking coyly at the man.
"Dean. Call me Dean."
"Yes, right Dean. I'll use your request if you use mine and call me Cas."
"Cas it is. Now, explain your writing."
Cas blanched, paling a few shades. "It's just writing. Why?"
Dean sighed. "Was it you?"
"Was who me?" Cas smiled.
"Last night, Cas."
"Do you think it was me, Dean?"
"Should I think it was you?"
"Would it be so bad if I said yes?"
"Yes, Cas. It would. I'm your teacher, you're my student. Things like that? Can't happen." Dean pushed back from his desk, squeezing the bridge of his nose.
"Do you want to know what I think? I think you enjoyed it. It'll only be a week or two until you want me as much as I felt you do." Cas shrugged leisurely.
"You're seventeen years old, Castiel. It won't happen. It's wrong. There are rules and laws against it."
"I got under your skin last night, Dean. I have no intention of getting out."
With that, Cas left, joining Jo in study hall. He didn't know how true the words were, but Dean did. He couldn't stop thinking about those blue eyes.
A/N; And there you have it my friends, Chapter 2! I'll try and post at least one or two chapters a week.
I don't own anything. I just borrowed a few of Kripke's ideas and dropped them into my own little world.
SO! What should happen next and what do you think happened to Cas?
Ask and you shall receive :)