Warning: Highschool AU, Jerk!Dean, Innocent!Cas, Sabriel implications, Language
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters.
A/N: So, here is the second chapter, hope you like it. R&R :D
I groaned as I opened my eyes. Sunday morning and school starts tomorrow. Fuck my life. You would think that I'd be spouting shit like 'New School Year, New Me' but I'm eighteen and it's not very nice being one year older than everyone in your class. It's not like I'm dumb or anything, I just moved here with my dad and little bro when I finished middle school and due to some complications I went freshman year one year later than normal.
So, my name's Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky girls. And frisky boys as well, gotta be honest, no? Anyway, I'm relatively tall, built (I work out, sort of), blonde with green eyes. The family eyes. My little brother, Sammy, has them too. So, my brother is starting Sophomore year tomorrow and I'm super proud. He's all I never was and never will be.
My dad... Well, let's just say that John Winchester is not just any dad. He's strict, very strict. He orders, we follow. But, that only started after my mom... passed away. I was about four at that time and Sammy was just six months old. It was an accident... She was cooking something and Sammy was doing stupid stuff so she left the stove on and went to check on him. Then, in an instant, everything was on fire. My father came running down the stairs and told me to get my brother and run out of the house as quickly as possible and that he would go find mum. After a while he came outside crying and screaming with some of his clothes burnt. He couldn't save her and he'll never forgive himself.
That was fourteen years ago in Lawrence, Kansas. We've been travelling since then. That's one of the reasons why my grades were so fucked up. The last years, however, we've settled here and it's nice. It's nice to have friends whom you can trust and a home you know you aren't leaving any time soon. I've been a waiter in a coffee shop three blocks from here since last year.
So, there's Charlie and Jo, my two best friends. Awesome dudes, I'm telling from the fact that neither of them is a dude. Then, there's Ash and Crowley, also awesome. And, that's our 'gang'. Ash is the badass one, Jo is the "fuck 'em leave 'em", Charlie is the walking encyclopedia of weirdness and Crowley is the drug dealer. Sort of... And I... Well, I am the normal guy with the rough past who plays basketball, drives the car~Impala Chevy '67, thank you very much~ and plays classic rock on his guitar.
Of course, there's Sammy. He has his own friends but they all went through interrogation, I am very protective of my little brother. Especially after that one motherfucker in middle school told him all sorts of lies about how it was his fault that my mother died and Sam was gone for almost a week. I flipped shit there and almost killed the kid when we found Sam, unconscious in an alley. I remember how good it felt to watch the blood drip from the bully's nose and feel his ribs break underneath my fists and kicks.
But enough of that. I kicked the covers off of my body and jumped out of bed. I walked in the bathroom while humming Smoke on the water. I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing while the song was playing in my mind. When I was done, I went back to my room and threw on a pair of jeans. Then, I headed for the kitchen, still shirtless, to get some pie for breakfast. It was eight fifteen and I needed to be at work at nine, no hurry.
"Smoke on the water... Fire in the sky..."
My voice echoed in the house and it took me a while to relize that my brother had company. And said company had just seen a shirtless eighteen year old singing and devouring some pie. Ugh! Embarrassing! And to make things worse, this 'company' was not just Jimmy or Nick, the usual. I didn't know the brunette with the pretty eyes in our house. Oh, she seemed like a spoiled brat alright.
"Why, hello! You must be Dean."
Heh, cute. Anyhow, she was holding her hand out so I took it. I swallowed and then said;
"You seem to have me at a disadvantage here. You know my name and I don't have the faintest idea what yours is. So, you are...?"
"It's Jessica, nice to meet you! I'm a friend of Sam's."
"Funny, he's never mentioned you."
Dick move, Winchester. You don't even know her. Anyway, Sam tells me everything and he has never told me about her, instantly making her a non-friend. That's how it goes. I'll ask him later.
"Well, if you'll excuse me. I have to get ready for work, I seem to be a bit underdressed. It was a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine. But, wait a moment. Where do you work, if you don't mind my asking?"
Of course I mind the invasion of my personal space but I merely shot her an 'American Boy Smile' and answered.
"I'm a waiter in a coffee shop three blocks from here. It's called Sugar Sweet Cafe."
"Oh, nice. I think I'll visit someday."
"Oh, I don't think you will." I whispered as I made my way to my room. She was a diva and I didn't feel at all guilty. Not one bit. I threw on a shirt and my trademark, my leather jacket. I put on my shoes and grabbed my mobile. When I went back downstairs to find Sammy that girl~Jessica, was it?~ was gone. Smart move.
"Why were you a complete asshole?"
"Language, Sammy, language. Who is she? You've never talked about a Lena before."
"Okay, she's a new friend. Geez, if you're acting like this about Lena how are you going to act about Gabriel?"
He suddenly slapped his hands on his mouth and his eyes widened. Gabriel? Like Xena Gabriel or Archangel Gabriel? Who's Gabriel? And why was Sam blushing like crazy?
"Who's Gabriel?"
"Uh... no one?"
"Age and gender?!"
I didn't like the fact that he was biting his bottom lip.
"Male and... nineteen..."
Excuse me? Nine-what? What the fuck is my brother doing with a nineteen year old?! I'll kill him! Not Sam, of course. The nineteen year old! This Gabriel!
"Let me get this right, Sam. You're going out with a boy who is nineteen years old? You do realize you're fifteen, right?"
"Oh, come on, Dean! I'm not a kid!"
"Yeah, right. You're not seeing him again, that's that. Have a good morning, I'll see you later."
And with that I left the house, not waiting for an answer. I reached my car with large steps, got in and shut the door. I started the car trying to calm down. So, my brother started dating, no big deal. No big deal. I turned the music on. Dust in the Wind came on and I sang along. The song was not over before I pulled over in front of the cafe's entrance and stepped out.
The first face I saw was Jimmy's and I greeted him with the usual smirk. He nodded towards the shop and I followed.
"Well, aren't you early. What happened, did Hell freeze over?"
"Oh, fuck you, I was bored at home. Oh, hear this, my bro started dating!"
I looked at him only to see him confused at my angered tone. What did he not get? Sammy. Is. Too. Young. What don't they understand?! Regardless of what I did when I was his age he is better than me. He has to be. And sleep around every night was what I did. I don't want him to make my mistakes.
"Well, good for him."
I dropped my phone. My fucking phone! Good for him?! I picked it up and thank The Rolling Stones it's not broken! I threw on my green apron after taking off my jacket and got to working. But, not before muttering;
"Not when a nineteen-year-old dude who I'm sure has fucked half the town is hitting on my baby brother..."
I dare admit my fear concerning this Gabriel. Sam is way too sensitive and way too innocent, it's too early for him to be in a relationship.
I carefully observed the customers, it's become a custom now. One or two of the regulars and a few new ones. I gave the regulars a smirk as I took their orders. I didn't need to, however, as I already knew what they'd get. David, the tall man, would always get a cappucinno and Peter, the redhead, always had a caramel macchiato and a slice of apple pie, my personal favourite. And... of course I got it right.
I glanced over at the couple of girls who had just entered the shop. What's with fourteen-year-olds these days? The other day they complained about the music. It was Bon Jovi, for fuck's sake! And they switched it to what? One Direction! Fucking garbage! Then they took out their selfie sticks and I almost puked. Oh well, maybe these girls will be different.
"Good morning, ladies. What will it be?"
And I put on my brightest smile, too.
They started giggling and checking me out. No, no they are not different at all. Girls, I'm a waiter not a whore! I'm not for sale!
"Uhm... I will have... a flat white. You, Meg?"
"I-I... What would you recommend?"
Act like a professional, Dean, don't roll your eyes. Smile, smile!
"Well, as concerns coffee I'd prefer an expresso but if you prefer something sweeter I would recommend a caramel macchiato. But, considering your age, why don't you have a hot chocolate?"
I couldn't help making that comment. I maintained my forced smile and she merely smirked at me. She even had the gall to grab my hand.
"Oh, I'm old enough for everything..."
"I'm not one of the products we sell, miss. Let go of my hand and decide what you'll have please."
She let her hand drop and her smirk faded.
"I'll have a mocha, thanks."
I left without saying anything else. It's not even flattering to have customers oggling me anymore. And the fact that the girl called Meg shoved a piece of paper with her number on it in my pocket as she left had me mildly irritated. But from tomorrow stuff changes. I won't be working so much because I'm a student. I'll start three hours after school ends and finish my shift when it closes, around eleven thirty.
The next few hours passed relatively normal and then Sam came to the shop, around four. I smiled at him as I served a couple who were practically eating each other's face. He smiled back and waved a bit awkwardly. Then, he took out a book and started reading, typical Sammy. I continued working.
About fifteen minutes later the door opened and I dropped the tray I was holding. Unfortunately, there were quite a lot of things on it. A breve, an americano, a mocha, a slice of lemon pie and a vanilla milkshake.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Damn, I screwed up! I just ~I was ~I'm sorry!"
"Chill, man, it's alright. You've never screwed up before. It's okay. I'll clean it up, get the order from those two, I'll serve these."
"Thanks, buddy."
And the reason I fucked it up was right there. Blue eyes, dark sex-hair, cute as Hell and unfortunately with someone. He must be about sixteen and what wouldn't I give to have that in my bed! And that's a lot coming from me since I didn't even look at his ass. The guy with him did look good but he paled in comparison to that God's gift to humanity. I approached them and tried hard not to moan just from looking at him. Holy Hell!
"So, what will it be, guys?"
The boy was zoning out, looking at Sam's direction. Despite his sexiness I was starting to get annoyed. I mean, I couldn't stay there until the end of my shift! I cleared my throat and repeated.
"I said; what will it be?"
He turned his piercing gaze to me and I concentrated very hard on keeping my face straight, the only thing about me that was straight at that moment.
"Come on, honey, I don't have all day!"
He took his time. And he did it on purpose. Can't make myself call him jerk though, it would be a crime.
"I think I'll have a hot chocolate. How about you, Gabriel?"
"I'll have a coffee, black. Thank you."
I turned around to leave and whispered something that was indeed more audible than I had intended it to be. And the gem was;
"Well, it was about time..."
And I can tell you, it was worth it because I got to see the kid's grumpy face from the corner of my eye. It. Was. Heaven. But, hold on a sec! Did he just say 'Gabriel' or was it my imagination? How many Gabriels are out there? I glanced over my shoulder and caught Sam staring at the blond. That short bus is dating my brother? I can't say, he's gorgeous, but he is definitely a fuckboy. I mean, he sleeps around a lot, I can tell. Takes one to know one.
I'm not sure about this forming relationship but I realized that Sammy can make his own decisions, I cannot control him. I got the hot chocolate and the black coffee and headed for Bluy Eyes' table. He looked so fucking innocent when he closed his eyes and took a sip, clearly enjoying the beverage.
Suddenly, Gabriel (almost choked at the name...) stood and walked towards the restroom. I glanced at the clock, 17:05. Yay, my shift was over! I threw my apron to Jimmy who caught it in an instant. I walked over to Blue Eyes' table and sat in Gabriel's seat. Sexy Face seemed irritated but I wasn't going to let this opportunity go unused.
"That's where someone else was sitting. Your job is to serve the customers, not irritate them."
"My shift just ended so I thought I'd talk to you, seeing that you are, you know, cute."
I smirked at him but resisted the urge to wink. He was already beat red. I don't have the faintest idea why I uttered the next words.
"And, anyway, do you think it's alright to have your bodyguard save you all the time? Because, somehow, I don't think so."
"He's not my bodyguard."
Not a bodyguard, huh. As in, not a boyfriend? How very interesting...
"And what would this 'not bodyguard' of yours do if I were to kiss you now?"
Because I wanted to. I wanted to grab his hair and tilt his head so I could shove my tongue down his throat... Sweet!
"This 'not bodyguard' of his would strangle you with your own intestines."
A hand landed on my shoulder and I looked up to see said 'not bodyguard' glaring at me. His grip was fucking tight! I was pissed. I slowly got up until we were eye to eye. Well, sort of... He couldn't be taller than 5'5''. As I said, short bus. I pushed the hand off of me.
"Easy, Tiger."
He looked like he was about to murder me any minute. So, jealous maybe? But... that would mean he's dating my brother while he has a boyfriend. Jerk!
The sixteen-year-old got up, probably to hold back his Alpha (I know I'm being a dick but it looks like it) from killing me. Ugh! Shouldn't have thought that, mental images! Oh, now I get why everyone says I have a wild imagination. Anyway, I started walking away when I noticed that the exit was in Blue Eyes' direction. I don't know what came over me but I couldn't help myself as I groped the brunette. Well, something between groping and slapping his ass. And it was worth it! He fucking squealed!
Gabriel (kill me now) grabbed me by the hem of my Metallica t-shirt and punched me right across the face. Having received shit loads of punches I didn't mind the pain. I let another trademark of mine, my smirk, decorate my features as I felt the blood drip from my nose. I wiped it with the back of my hand.
"What? You don't like other people feeling up your girlfriend here?"
The blue eyed kid looked furious. At me and at the word I used. He also looked greatly ashamed at being called a girl in front of a whole coffee shop. Between us now, everyone was looking at us.
"If you ever lay a hand on my brother without his consent ever again I will personally torture you so much before I actually kill you that you will wish you'd never been born."
Wait, brother? Oh, I guess I can see the resemblance. I'm not dumb, I know when I should back off. I was well aware that I should have apologized to both and left but I was out of my mind. And I didn't like the thought that I would never see this boy again. A boy whose name I didn't even know. I laughed loudly and it echoed in the shop.
"And if I touch him with his consent?"
I shouldn't objectify him or speak about him like he wasn't present but, to Hell with it!
"Well, in that case I will be a bit more merciful and put an end to your miserable life without torturing you. But, remember this; you touch him, I kill you."
I didn't expect any answer whatsoever from Gabriel. And I was damn sure going to go on.
"I bet you, Tiger, that I can get your brother to let me touch him in whatever way I wish within a month. Be it sexual."
I couldn't and I knew it but I have no idea what I was thinking when I said that. Surprisingly though, the boy I was talking about pushed his brother away and grabbed my shirt himself. I could see the fire in those bluer than blue eyes.
"You're on!"
I looked down (shorter than me, obviously), right into his eyes. I sent him a mysterious look and he swallowed hard. Shouldn't have thought that! The fun was about to start, huh?
And that's the second chapter of 'As hard as it takes'. I hope you enjoyed it :) I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed with your opinion so that I know what to fix. Oh, and chapters are once a month unless there's something unexpected. Stay tuned!