High School Bingo Part 1
Title: On the Cusp of Becoming Part 1
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 707
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for my High School Bingo square entitled New Teacher
Thank you moonofblindness!
On the Cusp of Becoming Part 1
“GET UP DEAN!” Sam shouts from the other side of the bed room door.
Dean Winchester groans as he blinks his eyes open to yet another morning of his less than stellar life. “Jesus Sammy,” he mutters. “It’s six thirty in the morning.”
“It’s the first day of school Dean,” Sam answers like this is something monumental and important.
“Whoopty- fuckin- do,” Dean moans as he tries to roll over and go back to sleep.
He’s not prepared for the freezing, wet wash cloth that Sam slaps over his bare back. As Dean is screaming Sam says, “It’s my first day of high school Dean, and you’re damn well going to drive me to school and make sure no one kills me. I’m not taking no for an answer, and you haven’t dropped out yet so you’re screwed.”
“Jesus, fuck!” Dean snaps, but he’s getting up and dragging himself to the bathroom to get ready.
“There’s toast in the kitchen,” Sam offers, and he ignores it as Dean slaps him on the back of his head as he goes by.
*****
School’s the same as it ever was. It’s the same boring ass kids that are smart enough to make wide birth around Dean, and now Sam, while they wander the halls. Dean’s worked hard to earn his reputation; he’s bought his distance from those around him with blood and pounding fists. He hopes it’s enough to keep the pack of rowdy assholes off his little brother. Sam’s going somewhere; he has a life ahead of him where he can make something of himself.
Dean’s going to drop out of school as soon as he’s old enough to do it, and then he’s going to spend the rest of his life earning the reputation that his less than stellar father says that he has.
It’s not that Dean goes looking for trouble. It’s just that trouble is REALLY good at finding Dean.
First period leads into second and he’s still not fucking sure why he’s going to class at all. Then he wanders into third period, he thinks maybe it’s history, and finds someone sitting in his usual seat next to the window. The guy’s thin and pale, dark hair, and too blue to be real eyes. He doesn’t seem like he fits in anywhere even though his clothes don’t immediately direct Dean to any social group. It’s the weird over sized trench coat the guy has tugged low and tight on his shoulders that makes Dean wonder what his deal is.
“You’re in my seat,” Dean mutters as he gets closer, and usually that alone is enough to have people stumbling over their feet to get out of his way.
“Pick another,” the guy answers without even turning away from the window.
“What?” Dean asks; shocked at the guy’s attitude.
“Pick another,” he spits. “Are you deaf?”
“Look you son of a bitch,” Dean starts only to be interrupted by the presence of the teacher entering the room.
“Good morning boys and girls,” he says loudly. “My name’s Gabriel Novak, and I’m the new teacher here. It’s my first day so be gentle.”
There’s laugher from the surrounding students, and Dean’s still standing next to where this asshole guy is occupying his seat.
“Castiel,” the new teacher barks suddenly as he turns to the blackboard. “You’re not going to sulk in here all day. Go to class.”
Dean is stunned when the trench coat wearing guy of mystery snorts loudly before getting up out of the chair and goes to leave the room. He bumps into Dean’s shoulder as he goes by but he doesn’t say anything.
Dean’s tempted to follow him out, but something in the way the teacher watches him leave makes Dean want to find out more information. So he sits and for the first time in probably a year and half he pays attention.