Just Can't Get Enough -- 5a/?
Title: Just Can't Get Enough
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: Just Dean's potty mouth, but what's new?
Word Count: 1476
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: Woo, this is a big one compared to the smaller amounts I write! I've decided on a Verse name. I'll stick with Angels & Demons!Verse. After this chapter, I'll be writing a few oneshots in the verse. Trying new and different things. Exciting.
When Dean woke up the next morning, he was pretty sure that it wasn't going to be a good day, but apparently he was proven wrong. Other then getting a little more attention then he was normally used to-being a halfer and all-it has been all good. A few people spoke to him, though Dean did his best to avoid them without actually it being all that obvious; Castiel could tell.
The day was looking up, until lunch rolled around.
Dean was sat in between Cas and Anna, Gabriel sat across from him, playing around with the food on his tray. He was waiting for Sam and Jo to get in there, then he'd be better.
“Oh god, it's that bitch, Meg,” Gabriel sneered lightly, pushing his tray away, a sudden curious look on his face at how Dean suddenly turned rigged, and the fact that Meg had her arm casually draped over Dean's younger brother's shoulder, leading him over to their table, but he dare not say anything.
“Well, well well, if it isn't Dean Winchester.” The girl said nonchalant, Dean turned his head to look behind him, but once he saw his brother's uncomfortable state, the chair screeched as he whipped around.
“When I saw little Sam here, I just knew that you wouldn't be too far. What a coincidence that we go to the same school.”
Dean cringed, wings drawing tight against his back. His hard, green eyes trained wholly on Meg. Both Anna and Castiel turned in their seats also. The older Winchester knew what was going to happen now. He knew things were going to be said that he had no power to stop.
“Now, why would you be coming to this school in the middle of the school year, hm?” He could see the hate and anger building in her eyes as they threatened to to flick over to black.
“Could it be because,” she started slowly, smile suddenly twisting into a snarl as her grip on Sam tightened. “Could it be because you almost killedmy cousin? You put poor Alistair in the hospital. You know he might not fly again, right?” Meg's hand grasped the base of Sam's left wing, giving it a rough squeeze. Sam winced some.
The confession made most of the people in the area pause in what they were doing, all eyes now on Dean. There was a bad taste in his mouth now as he chanced a side look at Castiel, only to see an unreadable expression.
“It wasn't his fault!” Jo stormed over, placing herself between Meg and Dean, eyes going between Meg and Sam. “Alistair attacked Dean first, and you know that! You were at the school when it first started.”
Meg sneered at Jo, throwing Sam to the ground and stomping on his wing. “How about we even the odds, huh?”
Sam cried out, the sound echoing in Dean's head.
Dean shot around Jo, shoving Meg a ways back as he dropped beside his brother. His wings rose up and flared out, covering Sam as best they could. A growl tore from his throat, inky black eyes glaring daggers at the demon.
“What the bloody hell is going on?” An adult demon stormed into the cafeteria. He was a bit surprised at there being not even a peep out of anyone, taking in the sight before him.
“Meg Masters, I should have known you'd be up to no good.” The man looked from her to the two on the floor, noticing the younger boy was being covered. “You lot, get to the principal's office,” motioned Meg, Jo, Castiel, and the Winchester brothers out.
“No, I'm taking Sammy to the nurses office,” Dean proclaimed, standing and helping Sam up. “Because that psychotic bitch hurt his wing.”
“Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Winchester there's no need for that language.
“Oh, that's rich coming from you, Dean.”
“Mr. Crowley-- ..Dean--” Castiel couldn't even get a word in.
“You know what, I am not afraid to hit you.”
“What, going to put me in the hospital, too?” Meg sneered, her eyes finally going black.
“That is ENOUGH!” Crowley bellowed, cutting into the tension. “Principal's office now!”
“I need t--” “Mr. Winchester. Take your brother to the infirmary, then to the principal's office. Mr. Novak, make sure he doesn't get lost.”
With that, Crowley herded Meg and Jo, who were spitting at each other. He turned at the door, “Continue what you were doing, children.”
Castiel showed Dean the way to the infirmary, and while the nurse busied herself with Sam, the two sat in the small waiting area.
Dean sat in his seat, fidgeting. He wasn't sure how to say anything at the moment and that made him feel slightly ashamed. He thought he was away from all that.
But Cas was the one to break their silence. “Did you really put her cousin in the hospital? Jo said it wasn't your fault?”
Dean sighed heavily, lifting a hand to rub the side of his face. He should have known this was going to come up with Meg there.
“Yeah, I did... and I'm not sure if it was my fault or not. Everyone says it wasn't my fault, but..” His hands gripped the fabric at his knees, knuckles turning white. Castiel reached over and placed a hand over his, trying to show a bit of comfort.
“What happened?”
Dean turned his head to look at Cas. No one's really ever asked him what happened, other then the police and his parents. Those were a given, but everyone else just took what other people said. He wasn't sure if what others were saying were true or not, but he didn't bother trying to find out.
Letting out a sigh, the halfer turned some, towards Castiel.
“Well.. when I first met Alistair, he was pretty cool. He was nice and all that, so I started hanging out with him. Worst choice in my life, to be honest, but I didn't know any better at the time. I didn't think it was all that bad.” Dean's wings drew up tight against his back.
“Then Alistair started to show his true colors, and started hurting people. Well he wanted me to hurt this girl, but I refused to. He tried to pressure me into doing it, beating me right there, like threatening my family. Saying he was going to set them on fire starting with their wings and I just.. snapped. All I know is that it was pretty bad and he had to go to the hospital. After telling the police what happened, even the girl, the witness, had told them, so they believed us. I didn't get into trouble, they filed it as self-defense.”
Dean looked like he was about to just fall over, but Castiel leaned closer to him, bumping their shoulders. “That does sound like self-defense, Dean. There's nothing wrong with that. He attacked you and threatened your family. To be honest, if I were in your position, I would have probably done the same thing.”
Castiel kept his eyes trained on Dean, not liking how the halfer was baretting himself for something that was out of his hands.
“But.. I almost killed him. No matter how horrible someone is, they don't deserve that,” Dean leaned forward, letting his head rest in his hands, the palms pressing into his eyes some.
“Dean, you chose not to hurt that girl, you told him no, and apparently he didn't like that. So you'd rather hurt her, then put Alistair in the hospital?”
“No!” He remained in the same position. “I was going to tell you.. y'know. But.. then I thought you wouldn't want to be friends anymore,” It almost took everything, giving hm that confession. And he couldn't stand thinking that, it hurt too much.
Castiel blinked, watching him carefully as he moved a hand to lift Dean back up. Puffy red eyes told him that Dean really thought that. He couldn't help but smile.
“...What?” Dean questioned carefully.
“Self-defense, Dean. That's not going to make me stop being your friend.”
The angel chuckled lightly when Dean huffed and bumped his forehead against Castiel's shoulder.
“Dean,” a small, familiar voice said, causing Dean to jump up and inspect him.
“Sammy, are you okay?”
The nurse stepped beside him and answered for him. “His wing is just a bit sprained from being stepped on, but his he just keeps the bandages around it and keeps it still, it'll be fine in a few days.”
Dean nodded, looking over Sam again, the younger Winchester rolled his eyes.
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: Just Dean's potty mouth, but what's new?
Word Count: 1476
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: Woo, this is a big one compared to the smaller amounts I write! I've decided on a Verse name. I'll stick with Angels & Demons!Verse. After this chapter, I'll be writing a few oneshots in the verse. Trying new and different things. Exciting.
When Dean woke up the next morning, he was pretty sure that it wasn't going to be a good day, but apparently he was proven wrong. Other then getting a little more attention then he was normally used to-being a halfer and all-it has been all good. A few people spoke to him, though Dean did his best to avoid them without actually it being all that obvious; Castiel could tell.
The day was looking up, until lunch rolled around.
Dean was sat in between Cas and Anna, Gabriel sat across from him, playing around with the food on his tray. He was waiting for Sam and Jo to get in there, then he'd be better.
“Oh god, it's that bitch, Meg,” Gabriel sneered lightly, pushing his tray away, a sudden curious look on his face at how Dean suddenly turned rigged, and the fact that Meg had her arm casually draped over Dean's younger brother's shoulder, leading him over to their table, but he dare not say anything.
“Well, well well, if it isn't Dean Winchester.” The girl said nonchalant, Dean turned his head to look behind him, but once he saw his brother's uncomfortable state, the chair screeched as he whipped around.
“When I saw little Sam here, I just knew that you wouldn't be too far. What a coincidence that we go to the same school.”
Dean cringed, wings drawing tight against his back. His hard, green eyes trained wholly on Meg. Both Anna and Castiel turned in their seats also. The older Winchester knew what was going to happen now. He knew things were going to be said that he had no power to stop.
“Now, why would you be coming to this school in the middle of the school year, hm?” He could see the hate and anger building in her eyes as they threatened to to flick over to black.
“Could it be because,” she started slowly, smile suddenly twisting into a snarl as her grip on Sam tightened. “Could it be because you almost killedmy cousin? You put poor Alistair in the hospital. You know he might not fly again, right?” Meg's hand grasped the base of Sam's left wing, giving it a rough squeeze. Sam winced some.
The confession made most of the people in the area pause in what they were doing, all eyes now on Dean. There was a bad taste in his mouth now as he chanced a side look at Castiel, only to see an unreadable expression.
“It wasn't his fault!” Jo stormed over, placing herself between Meg and Dean, eyes going between Meg and Sam. “Alistair attacked Dean first, and you know that! You were at the school when it first started.”
Meg sneered at Jo, throwing Sam to the ground and stomping on his wing. “How about we even the odds, huh?”
Sam cried out, the sound echoing in Dean's head.
Dean shot around Jo, shoving Meg a ways back as he dropped beside his brother. His wings rose up and flared out, covering Sam as best they could. A growl tore from his throat, inky black eyes glaring daggers at the demon.
“What the bloody hell is going on?” An adult demon stormed into the cafeteria. He was a bit surprised at there being not even a peep out of anyone, taking in the sight before him.
“Meg Masters, I should have known you'd be up to no good.” The man looked from her to the two on the floor, noticing the younger boy was being covered. “You lot, get to the principal's office,” motioned Meg, Jo, Castiel, and the Winchester brothers out.
“No, I'm taking Sammy to the nurses office,” Dean proclaimed, standing and helping Sam up. “Because that psychotic bitch hurt his wing.”
“Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Winchester there's no need for that language.
“Oh, that's rich coming from you, Dean.”
“Mr. Crowley-- ..Dean--” Castiel couldn't even get a word in.
“You know what, I am not afraid to hit you.”
“What, going to put me in the hospital, too?” Meg sneered, her eyes finally going black.
“That is ENOUGH!” Crowley bellowed, cutting into the tension. “Principal's office now!”
“I need t--” “Mr. Winchester. Take your brother to the infirmary, then to the principal's office. Mr. Novak, make sure he doesn't get lost.”
With that, Crowley herded Meg and Jo, who were spitting at each other. He turned at the door, “Continue what you were doing, children.”
Castiel showed Dean the way to the infirmary, and while the nurse busied herself with Sam, the two sat in the small waiting area.
Dean sat in his seat, fidgeting. He wasn't sure how to say anything at the moment and that made him feel slightly ashamed. He thought he was away from all that.
But Cas was the one to break their silence. “Did you really put her cousin in the hospital? Jo said it wasn't your fault?”
Dean sighed heavily, lifting a hand to rub the side of his face. He should have known this was going to come up with Meg there.
“Yeah, I did... and I'm not sure if it was my fault or not. Everyone says it wasn't my fault, but..” His hands gripped the fabric at his knees, knuckles turning white. Castiel reached over and placed a hand over his, trying to show a bit of comfort.
“What happened?”
Dean turned his head to look at Cas. No one's really ever asked him what happened, other then the police and his parents. Those were a given, but everyone else just took what other people said. He wasn't sure if what others were saying were true or not, but he didn't bother trying to find out.
Letting out a sigh, the halfer turned some, towards Castiel.
“Well.. when I first met Alistair, he was pretty cool. He was nice and all that, so I started hanging out with him. Worst choice in my life, to be honest, but I didn't know any better at the time. I didn't think it was all that bad.” Dean's wings drew up tight against his back.
“Then Alistair started to show his true colors, and started hurting people. Well he wanted me to hurt this girl, but I refused to. He tried to pressure me into doing it, beating me right there, like threatening my family. Saying he was going to set them on fire starting with their wings and I just.. snapped. All I know is that it was pretty bad and he had to go to the hospital. After telling the police what happened, even the girl, the witness, had told them, so they believed us. I didn't get into trouble, they filed it as self-defense.”
Dean looked like he was about to just fall over, but Castiel leaned closer to him, bumping their shoulders. “That does sound like self-defense, Dean. There's nothing wrong with that. He attacked you and threatened your family. To be honest, if I were in your position, I would have probably done the same thing.”
Castiel kept his eyes trained on Dean, not liking how the halfer was baretting himself for something that was out of his hands.
“But.. I almost killed him. No matter how horrible someone is, they don't deserve that,” Dean leaned forward, letting his head rest in his hands, the palms pressing into his eyes some.
“Dean, you chose not to hurt that girl, you told him no, and apparently he didn't like that. So you'd rather hurt her, then put Alistair in the hospital?”
“No!” He remained in the same position. “I was going to tell you.. y'know. But.. then I thought you wouldn't want to be friends anymore,” It almost took everything, giving hm that confession. And he couldn't stand thinking that, it hurt too much.
Castiel blinked, watching him carefully as he moved a hand to lift Dean back up. Puffy red eyes told him that Dean really thought that. He couldn't help but smile.
“...What?” Dean questioned carefully.
“Self-defense, Dean. That's not going to make me stop being your friend.”
The angel chuckled lightly when Dean huffed and bumped his forehead against Castiel's shoulder.
“Dean,” a small, familiar voice said, causing Dean to jump up and inspect him.
“Sammy, are you okay?”
The nurse stepped beside him and answered for him. “His wing is just a bit sprained from being stepped on, but his he just keeps the bandages around it and keeps it still, it'll be fine in a few days.”
Dean nodded, looking over Sam again, the younger Winchester rolled his eyes.