Just Can't Get Enough -- 3/?
Title: Just Can't Get Enough
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, High School!AU, pretty much Every One Has Wings!AU if you'd much prefer that.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: 814
Summary: After an accident at his school, Dean and his family move to another state. There, he meets Castiel, an angel, who might be able to him with his problems. But is Dean willing to open up enough to let it happen?
A/N: I know this chapter is shorter then normal. I promise the next one will be back to it usual length!
There wasn't really anything that Dean could do while he waited for school to start, other than wait for Cas to get back from his trip to England. The house was all set up, everything in its rightful place. It now felt more like a home, but not as much as their last home was; the house he lived in after the fire.
So all he was did was lounge around, sleeping as much as he could before he had to wake up early on school days. Currently, he was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, legs stretched out in front of him, one arm hanging off the side of the couch and his other one draped over his eyes; nothing like an afternoon nap.
“Dean?”
He groaned, rolling over to press himself into the back of the couch, pretending to hide. Even going as far as bringing his wings over to cover himself.
“Dean, come on..”
“What do you want, Sam?” Dean lifted his head up, but then he paused. The look on his little brother's face was just sad. He sat up quickly, wings rustling against his back in unease. “What's wrong?”
Sam circled around the couch and sat beside his brother, hands wringing in his lap. He looked anxious now.
“It's about school,” the younger Winchester said, sneaking a peek over to Dean.
“What about it?”
“Well,” he started, trying to find the right words. “What if we don't fit in? It's not like in Lawrence, where everyone knew us and didn't really care what we were.”
That wasn't really all true; there were some who didn't like him or his brother. Dean watched him for a moment, brows furrowed some. Jo would probably get along with others just fine, but they weren't like everyone else, he and Sam were like the outcasts. Different. No matter what anyone said, even their parents, it didn’t seem to help Sam, but Dean was a whole different story.
“Just think of it as starting over Sammy, make new friends, maybe even get a girlfriend,” he smirked, elbowing his brother's side… but apparently that wasn’t going to work.
“I don't want new friends! I was perfectly fine with my friends back there!”
Dean's smirk fell into a frown at that. Something else that the move messed up; something else that was his fault.
“I'm sorry..” The older Winchester mumbled, shoulders sagging.
Sam scooted closer to Dean. “It's not your fault, Dean! Stop thinking that it is. Maybe it's a good thing we moved. A nice change of scenery, just like you said! Like starting over in a new place.”
Sam flustered, his wings shifting some as he tried to avert an explosion. Dean looked at him, eyeing him suspiciously. “But what about your old friends?”
“Well I can still keep in touch with them. And maybe it'll be good to find new friends.”
“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”
Sam grinned some, shrugging. “Maybe. Come on Dean, maybe something good will come out of this. Mom even said you already have a friend! Who's an angel. Dean, that's great.”
The grin seemed contagious because Dean was grinning now, leaning forward to bump his forehead against his brother's. I hope so, he thought. Damn, he was supposed to be making Sammy feel better, not the other way around.
“Now enough of the chick flick moments, Samantha. I was in the middle of a nap.”
Sam made a face and rolled his eyes, “Sure you were. But okay, I'm going to go find Jo and see if she wants to walk around town with me.”
“You two just be careful, okay?” Dean’s overprotective nature poking its head out.
“Yes, mother.”
Dean smirked. “And make sure to be home before it gets dark, bitch.”
Sam was already getting up and half way out of the room before spitting out a 'Jerk!' back at him.
When he was gone, Dean looked around for a moment. He sighed and lay back down. A few more days, then Cas would be back and he'll be starting his first day at a new school. He's already been to the place; the school was pretty big.. Ellen and Bobby dragged them there a few days ago so they could get their schedules, school IDs and familiarize themselves with the layout. Mostly, it was also to make sure that they would in fact be able to transfer over their credits and make sure nothing was messed up. Dean honestly didn't want to be there any longer than he had to. He found out he had the same lunch period as Sam and Jo, which was good, though he wondered if he had any classes with Cas.
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, High School!AU, pretty much Every One Has Wings!AU if you'd much prefer that.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: 814
Summary: After an accident at his school, Dean and his family move to another state. There, he meets Castiel, an angel, who might be able to him with his problems. But is Dean willing to open up enough to let it happen?
A/N: I know this chapter is shorter then normal. I promise the next one will be back to it usual length!
There wasn't really anything that Dean could do while he waited for school to start, other than wait for Cas to get back from his trip to England. The house was all set up, everything in its rightful place. It now felt more like a home, but not as much as their last home was; the house he lived in after the fire.
So all he was did was lounge around, sleeping as much as he could before he had to wake up early on school days. Currently, he was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, legs stretched out in front of him, one arm hanging off the side of the couch and his other one draped over his eyes; nothing like an afternoon nap.
“Dean?”
He groaned, rolling over to press himself into the back of the couch, pretending to hide. Even going as far as bringing his wings over to cover himself.
“Dean, come on..”
“What do you want, Sam?” Dean lifted his head up, but then he paused. The look on his little brother's face was just sad. He sat up quickly, wings rustling against his back in unease. “What's wrong?”
Sam circled around the couch and sat beside his brother, hands wringing in his lap. He looked anxious now.
“It's about school,” the younger Winchester said, sneaking a peek over to Dean.
“What about it?”
“Well,” he started, trying to find the right words. “What if we don't fit in? It's not like in Lawrence, where everyone knew us and didn't really care what we were.”
That wasn't really all true; there were some who didn't like him or his brother. Dean watched him for a moment, brows furrowed some. Jo would probably get along with others just fine, but they weren't like everyone else, he and Sam were like the outcasts. Different. No matter what anyone said, even their parents, it didn’t seem to help Sam, but Dean was a whole different story.
“Just think of it as starting over Sammy, make new friends, maybe even get a girlfriend,” he smirked, elbowing his brother's side… but apparently that wasn’t going to work.
“I don't want new friends! I was perfectly fine with my friends back there!”
Dean's smirk fell into a frown at that. Something else that the move messed up; something else that was his fault.
“I'm sorry..” The older Winchester mumbled, shoulders sagging.
Sam scooted closer to Dean. “It's not your fault, Dean! Stop thinking that it is. Maybe it's a good thing we moved. A nice change of scenery, just like you said! Like starting over in a new place.”
Sam flustered, his wings shifting some as he tried to avert an explosion. Dean looked at him, eyeing him suspiciously. “But what about your old friends?”
“Well I can still keep in touch with them. And maybe it'll be good to find new friends.”
“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”
Sam grinned some, shrugging. “Maybe. Come on Dean, maybe something good will come out of this. Mom even said you already have a friend! Who's an angel. Dean, that's great.”
The grin seemed contagious because Dean was grinning now, leaning forward to bump his forehead against his brother's. I hope so, he thought. Damn, he was supposed to be making Sammy feel better, not the other way around.
“Now enough of the chick flick moments, Samantha. I was in the middle of a nap.”
Sam made a face and rolled his eyes, “Sure you were. But okay, I'm going to go find Jo and see if she wants to walk around town with me.”
“You two just be careful, okay?” Dean’s overprotective nature poking its head out.
“Yes, mother.”
Dean smirked. “And make sure to be home before it gets dark, bitch.”
Sam was already getting up and half way out of the room before spitting out a 'Jerk!' back at him.
When he was gone, Dean looked around for a moment. He sighed and lay back down. A few more days, then Cas would be back and he'll be starting his first day at a new school. He's already been to the place; the school was pretty big.. Ellen and Bobby dragged them there a few days ago so they could get their schedules, school IDs and familiarize themselves with the layout. Mostly, it was also to make sure that they would in fact be able to transfer over their credits and make sure nothing was messed up. Dean honestly didn't want to be there any longer than he had to. He found out he had the same lunch period as Sam and Jo, which was good, though he wondered if he had any classes with Cas.