[Fic/Art] You Should Show Me Some Respect
Title: You Should Show Me Some Respect
Author: cugami
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Pre-slash, Dean/Castiel, AU
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1,145
Summary: Enoch is the hardest fraternity to break into. Sam is obsessed. Dean is annoyed. Cas is a quiet guy.
Note: I like high school/college AUs. I'm just in the unpopular opinion that between Cas and Dean, Cas would be the guy with the huge group (because hey, Host!) and Dean's the guy trying to make it through.
When Sam was obsessed about something, he was damned unbearable. He’d be talking about it from breakfast till lunch, all the way through dinner. Dean, being the awesome brother that he was, would sit through it all, grunt obligingly, and try to pay attention. But, sometimes, he’d imagine gagging Sam and sit him through movies that were Dean-rated as Shut Up And Watch It.
Bad enough they’d had to move again. Worse that Sam fixated on not a book, or a teacher, or a class… but a fraternity.
“Dean, they’re perfect,” Sam all but gushed. “Haven’t you seen them at campus?”
Sighing and hoping for more patience, Dean tried to explain and very slowly, “People sell their souls to belong in any frat, Sammy. You’re not joining one. Just stick to your class and don’t waste your scholarship with this shit.”
They were very glad (and relieved) that Sam managed to take a free ride of his choice degree. Dean barely managed to work his jobs to put himself through college, let alone the both of them. If he wasn’t so worried about Sam being on his own, Dean would’ve dropped any attempt at university altogether. But, this was one of those many things Sam obsessed about, and so they’re both taking classes.
“They’re called Enoch.” Sam blocked the path and gave Dean the bitchface a thousand fold, “It’s Hebrew for discipline. Nobody gets in Enoch with a low average. No freshman makes it in Enoch because the first year’s average is the first requirement. I’m even willing to bet they’re all at the top of their classes.”
“Impossible.” Dean snorted and stepped to the left then continued walking. He couldn’t afford retaking any classes so he didn’t want to be late anywhere.
“Okay, fine, maybe not all of them.” With Sam’s longer legs, it was easy to catch up to Dean. Sooner than he liked, Sam was already right there next to him and still talking about the Enoch sons of bitches. “But most of them are scholars. All of them are athletes. The entire campus practically worships them.”
Dean finally stopped walking to give his full attention at this argument. Freshman year’s about done and this was still something Sam insisted on. He’d been at it since the day Sam heard of Enoch, and that was during the orientation at the start of the year. “That’s my problem. What the hell, Sam? How big of an ego do you have now and you want to join that stupid frat house?”
“Not just me, Dean! You have a high enough average to make it, too. Enoch has a lot of connections, Dean. They take care of their own. Anybody with Enoch in their resume is a guarantee to make the shortlist anywhere, if not the actual job!”
Since when was Sam so insecure of his stature that he’d need an entire organization to move up anywhere? “Sam, listen to me. You’re a genius. You’re a good brother. But sometimes, you’re so insecure I can’t believe you’re my brother.”
That hit a nerve and Dean didn’t feel sorry one bit. He waited for Sam to gather himself for another argument, when he suddenly stepped aside and dragged Dean with him. “What---?”
And then they walked by, the godforsaken Enochs. Yeah, he’d seen them around. No one would mistake that logo on their shirts, jackets, bags, wherever. It’s fucking everywhere, it was irritating. If they weren’t wearing their jacket uniform - because it was a uniform - you’d see the logo elsewhere in their clothing or accessory. He wouldn’t be surprised if the founders of this frat were the founders of the university… maybe part of the board of directors. It’s blue blood.
“Dicks,” Dean muttered under his breath.
One of them stopped, apparently with the hearing of a bat, and Dean swallowed. Well then, he’s ready for a confrontation.
“Let’s go, Cassie. Not worth your time,” some blond dude from ‘Cassie’s’ left said.
“Or we could teach them how not to bark too loud,” said another guy, the hulking black guy to Cassie’s right. Dean shifted his attention to this one, who was much more threatening and menacing in his stance.
The deep guttural voice surprised Dean coming from the small guy, he felt whiplash when he turned his head to face Cassie.
“What’s your name?”
These three guys were so still that Dean could not get a read on them whether a brawl’s about to start or this was just random curiosity. Considering what started this whole thing, Dean was inclined to believe on the violence occurring. He could tell some students around them already stopped whatever they’re doing. Damnit. He’d wanted to get through the four years without so much as a blimp in the radar but these guys were walking beacons.
He’s not about to run away with tail between his legs, though. “Dean Winchester, and you better remember that.”
“I am Castiel.”
“One word, Castiel,” big black guy looked ready to throw a punch. Dean could feel Sam by his right side like a solid wall of support.
For a minute there, Dean thought the little guy would hit him when a leg shifted. Instead, Castiel turned with his body first and kept his stare at Dean. He hadn’t noticed it before because of where they were standing, but with the guy half facing the courtyard and sun, the blue-eyed stare glinted like steel. Even the emblem at his back seemed to glow to remind Dean there was more to this guy than what he saw at a glance.
“I will remember that name, Dean Winchester.” He tapped the big guy’s elbow and Dean had the privilege to witness a bull mellow down in the space of a single breath. Blondie slung an arm around Castiel’s shoulder and laughed as they walked away.
It took some shameful few seconds before Dean spoke again. “Who was that?”
“He just said Castiel,” Sam shoved Dean, as if that helped to jog his memory. “He’s a junior. Also the fastest guy on campus, three time champion in track and field. He does triathlon, too. Also a candidate to graduate with honors.” He stopped for breath, and Dean shouldn’t have been surprised when Sam continued.
“The big guy’s Uriel, also a three time champion in wrestling. Neck and neck with Castiel’s GPA during their sophomore year. There’s a bet who’d win this year. Other guy’s Balthazar, and believe it or not, he’s the president of the Debate Society. Also running to graduate with honors.” Sam raised both his eyebrows as if he’s proven some impressive point.
“And you know this, how?” Dean scowled at Sam, his brother the stalker.
Sam showed him a book, the Enoch yearbook. They get their own book.
Dean yanked and waved it at Sam’s face. “No stalking for you.”
Then he walked away, flipping through the pages as Sam yelled “JERK” from behind him. Gotta know the enemy, after all.
fin
-- i have a lot of unpopular opinions when it comes to Cas
Author: cugami
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Pre-slash, Dean/Castiel, AU
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1,145
Summary: Enoch is the hardest fraternity to break into. Sam is obsessed. Dean is annoyed. Cas is a quiet guy.
Note: I like high school/college AUs. I'm just in the unpopular opinion that between Cas and Dean, Cas would be the guy with the huge group (because hey, Host!) and Dean's the guy trying to make it through.
When Sam was obsessed about something, he was damned unbearable. He’d be talking about it from breakfast till lunch, all the way through dinner. Dean, being the awesome brother that he was, would sit through it all, grunt obligingly, and try to pay attention. But, sometimes, he’d imagine gagging Sam and sit him through movies that were Dean-rated as Shut Up And Watch It.
Bad enough they’d had to move again. Worse that Sam fixated on not a book, or a teacher, or a class… but a fraternity.
“Dean, they’re perfect,” Sam all but gushed. “Haven’t you seen them at campus?”
Sighing and hoping for more patience, Dean tried to explain and very slowly, “People sell their souls to belong in any frat, Sammy. You’re not joining one. Just stick to your class and don’t waste your scholarship with this shit.”
They were very glad (and relieved) that Sam managed to take a free ride of his choice degree. Dean barely managed to work his jobs to put himself through college, let alone the both of them. If he wasn’t so worried about Sam being on his own, Dean would’ve dropped any attempt at university altogether. But, this was one of those many things Sam obsessed about, and so they’re both taking classes.
“They’re called Enoch.” Sam blocked the path and gave Dean the bitchface a thousand fold, “It’s Hebrew for discipline. Nobody gets in Enoch with a low average. No freshman makes it in Enoch because the first year’s average is the first requirement. I’m even willing to bet they’re all at the top of their classes.”
“Impossible.” Dean snorted and stepped to the left then continued walking. He couldn’t afford retaking any classes so he didn’t want to be late anywhere.
“Okay, fine, maybe not all of them.” With Sam’s longer legs, it was easy to catch up to Dean. Sooner than he liked, Sam was already right there next to him and still talking about the Enoch sons of bitches. “But most of them are scholars. All of them are athletes. The entire campus practically worships them.”
Dean finally stopped walking to give his full attention at this argument. Freshman year’s about done and this was still something Sam insisted on. He’d been at it since the day Sam heard of Enoch, and that was during the orientation at the start of the year. “That’s my problem. What the hell, Sam? How big of an ego do you have now and you want to join that stupid frat house?”
“Not just me, Dean! You have a high enough average to make it, too. Enoch has a lot of connections, Dean. They take care of their own. Anybody with Enoch in their resume is a guarantee to make the shortlist anywhere, if not the actual job!”
Since when was Sam so insecure of his stature that he’d need an entire organization to move up anywhere? “Sam, listen to me. You’re a genius. You’re a good brother. But sometimes, you’re so insecure I can’t believe you’re my brother.”
That hit a nerve and Dean didn’t feel sorry one bit. He waited for Sam to gather himself for another argument, when he suddenly stepped aside and dragged Dean with him. “What---?”
And then they walked by, the godforsaken Enochs. Yeah, he’d seen them around. No one would mistake that logo on their shirts, jackets, bags, wherever. It’s fucking everywhere, it was irritating. If they weren’t wearing their jacket uniform - because it was a uniform - you’d see the logo elsewhere in their clothing or accessory. He wouldn’t be surprised if the founders of this frat were the founders of the university… maybe part of the board of directors. It’s blue blood.
“Dicks,” Dean muttered under his breath.
One of them stopped, apparently with the hearing of a bat, and Dean swallowed. Well then, he’s ready for a confrontation.
“Let’s go, Cassie. Not worth your time,” some blond dude from ‘Cassie’s’ left said.
“Or we could teach them how not to bark too loud,” said another guy, the hulking black guy to Cassie’s right. Dean shifted his attention to this one, who was much more threatening and menacing in his stance.
The deep guttural voice surprised Dean coming from the small guy, he felt whiplash when he turned his head to face Cassie.
“What’s your name?”
These three guys were so still that Dean could not get a read on them whether a brawl’s about to start or this was just random curiosity. Considering what started this whole thing, Dean was inclined to believe on the violence occurring. He could tell some students around them already stopped whatever they’re doing. Damnit. He’d wanted to get through the four years without so much as a blimp in the radar but these guys were walking beacons.
He’s not about to run away with tail between his legs, though. “Dean Winchester, and you better remember that.”
“I am Castiel.”
“One word, Castiel,” big black guy looked ready to throw a punch. Dean could feel Sam by his right side like a solid wall of support.
For a minute there, Dean thought the little guy would hit him when a leg shifted. Instead, Castiel turned with his body first and kept his stare at Dean. He hadn’t noticed it before because of where they were standing, but with the guy half facing the courtyard and sun, the blue-eyed stare glinted like steel. Even the emblem at his back seemed to glow to remind Dean there was more to this guy than what he saw at a glance.
“I will remember that name, Dean Winchester.” He tapped the big guy’s elbow and Dean had the privilege to witness a bull mellow down in the space of a single breath. Blondie slung an arm around Castiel’s shoulder and laughed as they walked away.
It took some shameful few seconds before Dean spoke again. “Who was that?”
“He just said Castiel,” Sam shoved Dean, as if that helped to jog his memory. “He’s a junior. Also the fastest guy on campus, three time champion in track and field. He does triathlon, too. Also a candidate to graduate with honors.” He stopped for breath, and Dean shouldn’t have been surprised when Sam continued.
“The big guy’s Uriel, also a three time champion in wrestling. Neck and neck with Castiel’s GPA during their sophomore year. There’s a bet who’d win this year. Other guy’s Balthazar, and believe it or not, he’s the president of the Debate Society. Also running to graduate with honors.” Sam raised both his eyebrows as if he’s proven some impressive point.
“And you know this, how?” Dean scowled at Sam, his brother the stalker.
Sam showed him a book, the Enoch yearbook. They get their own book.
Dean yanked and waved it at Sam’s face. “No stalking for you.”
Then he walked away, flipping through the pages as Sam yelled “JERK” from behind him. Gotta know the enemy, after all.
fin
-- i have a lot of unpopular opinions when it comes to Cas