Fractal, part 2
Title: Fractal
Wordcount: 1800
Rating: NC17 (PG this chapter)
Pairings: Dean/Cas, with mentions of past Dean/Lisa, Dean/Carmen, Dean/Gordon and Dean/Nick Monroe. Mentions of Ellen/Bobby, Crowley/Lilith, Crowley/f!Raphael and Andy/Lilith :P
Genre: Oh, no! It's another High-School AU
Warnings: Dean is 17 during most of the fic, while Cas is already 18. People smoke weed.
Betas: pyjamagurl and cherryshadowz
Notes: For lexhibition, my knight-in-shiny-armor, who probably will only read this once it's finished and neatly wrapped with a pretty bow. Sorry it took so long, but I had to do some insane plotting in order to get everything right (even had to go back to chapter 1 and make Dean 3 months younger) and I didn't even finished the art for this chapter. When I do I'll link you guys.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: After yet another tragedy in his life, Dean finds himself in his senior year in a new town, in a new school with new friends. He'd be happy to just lay low and finish it, quick and painless, but somehow he finds himself involved in high-school politics, which range from who's who, who's taking who to prom and who will put a good word for you in the college of your dreams.
Chapter 1
Jo Harvelle, the daughter of Bobby's 'friend', is everything Bobby said she was and then some. She and Dean hit it right off and she immediately offers to go with him and Sam to orientation at their new school.
P. T. Sandover School is one of those rare ones that has both middle school and high school all on one campus, which means that Dean will be able to keep a closer eye on Sam during this first year of theirs in Detroit.
Dean texts Sam, who's currently checking his classes with Jo and heads to the park in front of the school. Some other kids are lounging about and there are families and children all basking in the pleasant late summer sun.
He is still trying to find a place to sit down and probably take a nap, when all of a sudden someone shouts "look out!". Dean turns in time to see a black beast right out of a nightmare jump on him and the next second he's lying on the grass.
For a brief instant Dean is convinced he's dead: he can't hear anything save for the blood rushing in his ears, which, yes, makes a strong point for him being alive. And the fact that he can't see probably stems from the fact that his eyes are closed.
After a deep breath Dean cracks open one eye only to figure out he's nose-to-muzzle with a massive black mastiff currently sitting on his chest. Which explains his difficulty breathing. The dog is staring down at him, ears and wrinkles flopping down, his hot stinky breath making Dean sick to his stomach and two strings of drool hanging from each corner of the dog's mouth drip down onto Dean's neck.
"Are you all right?"
This time both of Dean's eyes fly open and he stares at Cujo. That deep hoarse voice can't possibly have come from him, right?
"Are you all right?" This time around the voice sounds impatient and Dean notices that, while it comes from above, it also comes from behind him. He cranes his neck and sees first a pair of designer boots and jeans that are probably more expensive because they are made to look cheap and worn. With a twist of his head he finally takes a good look at the face of the voice's owner: a boy about his age, with ruffled dark hair and an air of boredom in the bluest eyes he's ever seen.
"Usted habla Inglés?"
"Uh," Dean says, blinking stupidly at the guy. But suddenly he remembers the little matter of a potentially deadly dog currently at home on his chest and he looks back at him. "He's not going to eat me, is he?"
"Crowley!" The guy snaps. "Will you call your dog?"
Dean peaks through the dog's front legs in the direction where the guy is yelling and sees some douchey-looking guy doubled-over laughing.
"Oh, come on Cas. Growly is just trying to make new friends," Crowley answers with a thick British accent. The blonde bimbo next to him giggles like it's the funniest thing she's ever heard. And, really, who names a dog after himself? The only one who ever shared a name with a dog without looking like a self-absorbed douche was Indiana Jones. And even then, Indy was the one who got his nickname after the dog and not the other way around.
The guy with the eyes, Cas, picks up a shiny red Frisbee at his feet (and in hindsight, Dean realises that was probably what the dog wanted before he had collided with Dean).
"Cas…" Crowley gives him a warning look. "What are you doing?"
"Do you want your toy, Growly?" Cas asks, waving the Frisbee in front of Growly's muzzle. "Who's a good boy? Who is?"
"Guh," Dean grunts, because the 'good boy' is waggling his tail, which means he's grinding his ass hard on Dean's stomach.
"Fetch!" Cas throws the Frisbee towards the side of the park where families with little children are having picnics. Growly leaps from Dean and bounces after the toy like Scooby-Doo's twisted twin.
"Oh, come on!" Crowley glares at Cas and then runs towards the racket of children screaming and Growly barking excitedly. The bimbo hops after him on her fancy heels. "I'm so sorry! Don't worry, he's harmless!"
Dean takes a deep breath and pats himself, trying to feel for any broken ribs. He yelps when he's all of the sudden being lifted by a shoulder by Cas' surprisingly strong grip.
"Are you all right?" Cas asks once again.
Dean rubs his left shoulder, which he's sure is going to bruise.
"Sure, thanks for that," he pauses and notices the folder that Cas is holding. It has the school insignia and he lifts an eyebrow. "You go to Sandover too?" he asks, pointing with his head towards his new school.
Cas nods.
"I'm a senior."
"Cool!" Dean gives him his most friendly grin. "I'm new here and I'm starting my senior year too. I'm Dean, by the way."
Cas looks him up down and nods.
"Okay," he says, before turning away to join Crowley and the bimbo, who are desperately trying to save the remains of a picnic from Growly's ruthless jaws, and leaves Dean hanging.
This is how Dean learns that the rich kids at his new school are a bunch of dicks. He's not in the least bit surprised.
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When classes finally start Dean meets Jo's friends: there's Ash, a pothead who always looks like he's halfway to Saturn, but is also a mathlete with a full scholarship to the MIT; Andy, who at times Dean thinks Ash only tells him to hang around because his van is a great place to get high and Pam. Pam is sexy and has great taste in music and doesn't even try to hide the appraising look she gives Dean when they first meet. For a brief second Dean entertains the idea of hooking up with her, but she's actually pretty all right and it would be a shame to ruin a potential friendship from the start. She's also the school's newspaper editor and seems to have an uncanny ability to know absolutely everything about absolutely everyone.
Which is why, when he sees Cas, Crowley, the blonde bimbo and a bunch of other snotty, rich-looking kids walk by, Dean has to enquire about them.
Apparently most of them, including Cas and Crowley, are almost eighteen, which, when you're a teenager, means you're practically royalty.
"Also," she adds, "Castiel, Cas, is one of the son's of this hot-shot lawyer, head of the Garris & Son Firm, which is famous for having really important clients, like the Chrysler Group. He's captain of the Lacrosse team, captain of the debate team and all-around poster-boy for the over-achievers. He's also stupidly hot." Pam grins and winks at Dean. "Crowley… His name is not really Crowley. It’s Fergus something-or-other and he goes by Crowley because of the Black Sabbath song, don't know why. Anyway, his dad is a senior engineer for Chrysler and his family moved here from the UK a couple of years ago. He hasn't dropped the accent yet. Lilith is his girlfriend," she says, pointing out the blonde bimbo from the other day. "Her little sister, Ruby, is in your brother's year, I think."
Dean's ears perk up at that, because, yeah, Sammy has come home talking about this Ruby a few times already, so he thinks it's his duty to pay attention to the two sisters.
"She's a bitch," Pam finishes and damn it! "The petite one, Eve, she's the daughter of our beloved director, Dr. Visyak. Poor dear got knocked up by some dude last year and gave the kid up for adoption. Her mommy dearest gave her an entire new wardrobe for her troubles. She's also a bitch. That's Raphaelle," Pam says, mentioning a tall black girl. "Her dad is some big media tycoon and she's not as much as a bitch as she'll probably bite your head off if you as much as look at her wrong."
"And those two?" Dean asks, meaning the two guys tagging behind the little clique.
"Those guys are Zach and Uriel. I think they only hang out with the others because they're dying to meet Raphaelle's older brothers, so they spend they're time kissing their asses."
Dean watches Cas walk by with his friends. He's a few steps ahead, seemingly into the heated discussion between Crowley (Fergus, heh!) and Eve, but not bothering to take part.
Pam was the nicest to him, but even so Dean knows no good thing can come from Cas. And it has nothing to do with him saving him from a dog he knew was harmless and then not even shaking the new kid's hand.
You see, there's a constant in Dean's relationships. First there was Carmen, absolutely perfect, trustworthy and likable, who finally figured out she was way out of his league and left him with that unpleasant feeling you get when you wake up and find out you were just dreaming.
Then there was Gordon: at that time Dean hadn't even noticed round breasts and doe eyes weren't the only ones catching his attention, but Gordon was mysterious and a bit dangerous (and, really, since when had Dean been such a girl), and that's when Dean realized that he not only idolized him, he was in love with him.
By the time Dean figured out Gordon's quirks were not charm, but the signs of a psychopath in the making trying to drag him along, it was almost too late. Luckily he came out of his first gay relationship with a clean rap sheet.
After Gordon came Nick, with his pretty smile and his soft lips. Dean spent three insane weeks perfectly convinced that he would die without Nick's kisses. They were like a drug that made him blind to Nick's jealousy and possessiveness. He even tried to turn Dean against Sammy.
Finally there was Lisa. She meant well and she had been good to Dean, but ultimately she wanted more than Dean could give her and she too had left.
So if Dean spends too much time admiring Cas' perfect profile, if he itches to know what is Cas thinking about when he fixes his stare in the void and if Cas' deep hoarse voice makes him uncomfortable in his pants, then that means Cas is going to break his heart.
TBC...
Wordcount: 1800
Rating: NC17 (PG this chapter)
Pairings: Dean/Cas, with mentions of past Dean/Lisa, Dean/Carmen, Dean/Gordon and Dean/Nick Monroe. Mentions of Ellen/Bobby, Crowley/Lilith, Crowley/f!Raphael and Andy/Lilith :P
Genre: Oh, no! It's another High-School AU
Warnings: Dean is 17 during most of the fic, while Cas is already 18. People smoke weed.
Betas: pyjamagurl and cherryshadowz
Notes: For lexhibition, my knight-in-shiny-armor, who probably will only read this once it's finished and neatly wrapped with a pretty bow. Sorry it took so long, but I had to do some insane plotting in order to get everything right (even had to go back to chapter 1 and make Dean 3 months younger) and I didn't even finished the art for this chapter. When I do I'll link you guys.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: After yet another tragedy in his life, Dean finds himself in his senior year in a new town, in a new school with new friends. He'd be happy to just lay low and finish it, quick and painless, but somehow he finds himself involved in high-school politics, which range from who's who, who's taking who to prom and who will put a good word for you in the college of your dreams.
Chapter 1
Jo Harvelle, the daughter of Bobby's 'friend', is everything Bobby said she was and then some. She and Dean hit it right off and she immediately offers to go with him and Sam to orientation at their new school.
P. T. Sandover School is one of those rare ones that has both middle school and high school all on one campus, which means that Dean will be able to keep a closer eye on Sam during this first year of theirs in Detroit.
Dean texts Sam, who's currently checking his classes with Jo and heads to the park in front of the school. Some other kids are lounging about and there are families and children all basking in the pleasant late summer sun.
He is still trying to find a place to sit down and probably take a nap, when all of a sudden someone shouts "look out!". Dean turns in time to see a black beast right out of a nightmare jump on him and the next second he's lying on the grass.
For a brief instant Dean is convinced he's dead: he can't hear anything save for the blood rushing in his ears, which, yes, makes a strong point for him being alive. And the fact that he can't see probably stems from the fact that his eyes are closed.
After a deep breath Dean cracks open one eye only to figure out he's nose-to-muzzle with a massive black mastiff currently sitting on his chest. Which explains his difficulty breathing. The dog is staring down at him, ears and wrinkles flopping down, his hot stinky breath making Dean sick to his stomach and two strings of drool hanging from each corner of the dog's mouth drip down onto Dean's neck.
"Are you all right?"
This time both of Dean's eyes fly open and he stares at Cujo. That deep hoarse voice can't possibly have come from him, right?
"Are you all right?" This time around the voice sounds impatient and Dean notices that, while it comes from above, it also comes from behind him. He cranes his neck and sees first a pair of designer boots and jeans that are probably more expensive because they are made to look cheap and worn. With a twist of his head he finally takes a good look at the face of the voice's owner: a boy about his age, with ruffled dark hair and an air of boredom in the bluest eyes he's ever seen.
"Usted habla Inglés?"
"Uh," Dean says, blinking stupidly at the guy. But suddenly he remembers the little matter of a potentially deadly dog currently at home on his chest and he looks back at him. "He's not going to eat me, is he?"
"Crowley!" The guy snaps. "Will you call your dog?"
Dean peaks through the dog's front legs in the direction where the guy is yelling and sees some douchey-looking guy doubled-over laughing.
"Oh, come on Cas. Growly is just trying to make new friends," Crowley answers with a thick British accent. The blonde bimbo next to him giggles like it's the funniest thing she's ever heard. And, really, who names a dog after himself? The only one who ever shared a name with a dog without looking like a self-absorbed douche was Indiana Jones. And even then, Indy was the one who got his nickname after the dog and not the other way around.
The guy with the eyes, Cas, picks up a shiny red Frisbee at his feet (and in hindsight, Dean realises that was probably what the dog wanted before he had collided with Dean).
"Cas…" Crowley gives him a warning look. "What are you doing?"
"Do you want your toy, Growly?" Cas asks, waving the Frisbee in front of Growly's muzzle. "Who's a good boy? Who is?"
"Guh," Dean grunts, because the 'good boy' is waggling his tail, which means he's grinding his ass hard on Dean's stomach.
"Fetch!" Cas throws the Frisbee towards the side of the park where families with little children are having picnics. Growly leaps from Dean and bounces after the toy like Scooby-Doo's twisted twin.
"Oh, come on!" Crowley glares at Cas and then runs towards the racket of children screaming and Growly barking excitedly. The bimbo hops after him on her fancy heels. "I'm so sorry! Don't worry, he's harmless!"
Dean takes a deep breath and pats himself, trying to feel for any broken ribs. He yelps when he's all of the sudden being lifted by a shoulder by Cas' surprisingly strong grip.
"Are you all right?" Cas asks once again.
Dean rubs his left shoulder, which he's sure is going to bruise.
"Sure, thanks for that," he pauses and notices the folder that Cas is holding. It has the school insignia and he lifts an eyebrow. "You go to Sandover too?" he asks, pointing with his head towards his new school.
Cas nods.
"I'm a senior."
"Cool!" Dean gives him his most friendly grin. "I'm new here and I'm starting my senior year too. I'm Dean, by the way."
Cas looks him up down and nods.
"Okay," he says, before turning away to join Crowley and the bimbo, who are desperately trying to save the remains of a picnic from Growly's ruthless jaws, and leaves Dean hanging.
This is how Dean learns that the rich kids at his new school are a bunch of dicks. He's not in the least bit surprised.
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When classes finally start Dean meets Jo's friends: there's Ash, a pothead who always looks like he's halfway to Saturn, but is also a mathlete with a full scholarship to the MIT; Andy, who at times Dean thinks Ash only tells him to hang around because his van is a great place to get high and Pam. Pam is sexy and has great taste in music and doesn't even try to hide the appraising look she gives Dean when they first meet. For a brief second Dean entertains the idea of hooking up with her, but she's actually pretty all right and it would be a shame to ruin a potential friendship from the start. She's also the school's newspaper editor and seems to have an uncanny ability to know absolutely everything about absolutely everyone.
Which is why, when he sees Cas, Crowley, the blonde bimbo and a bunch of other snotty, rich-looking kids walk by, Dean has to enquire about them.
Apparently most of them, including Cas and Crowley, are almost eighteen, which, when you're a teenager, means you're practically royalty.
"Also," she adds, "Castiel, Cas, is one of the son's of this hot-shot lawyer, head of the Garris & Son Firm, which is famous for having really important clients, like the Chrysler Group. He's captain of the Lacrosse team, captain of the debate team and all-around poster-boy for the over-achievers. He's also stupidly hot." Pam grins and winks at Dean. "Crowley… His name is not really Crowley. It’s Fergus something-or-other and he goes by Crowley because of the Black Sabbath song, don't know why. Anyway, his dad is a senior engineer for Chrysler and his family moved here from the UK a couple of years ago. He hasn't dropped the accent yet. Lilith is his girlfriend," she says, pointing out the blonde bimbo from the other day. "Her little sister, Ruby, is in your brother's year, I think."
Dean's ears perk up at that, because, yeah, Sammy has come home talking about this Ruby a few times already, so he thinks it's his duty to pay attention to the two sisters.
"She's a bitch," Pam finishes and damn it! "The petite one, Eve, she's the daughter of our beloved director, Dr. Visyak. Poor dear got knocked up by some dude last year and gave the kid up for adoption. Her mommy dearest gave her an entire new wardrobe for her troubles. She's also a bitch. That's Raphaelle," Pam says, mentioning a tall black girl. "Her dad is some big media tycoon and she's not as much as a bitch as she'll probably bite your head off if you as much as look at her wrong."
"And those two?" Dean asks, meaning the two guys tagging behind the little clique.
"Those guys are Zach and Uriel. I think they only hang out with the others because they're dying to meet Raphaelle's older brothers, so they spend they're time kissing their asses."
Dean watches Cas walk by with his friends. He's a few steps ahead, seemingly into the heated discussion between Crowley (Fergus, heh!) and Eve, but not bothering to take part.
Pam was the nicest to him, but even so Dean knows no good thing can come from Cas. And it has nothing to do with him saving him from a dog he knew was harmless and then not even shaking the new kid's hand.
You see, there's a constant in Dean's relationships. First there was Carmen, absolutely perfect, trustworthy and likable, who finally figured out she was way out of his league and left him with that unpleasant feeling you get when you wake up and find out you were just dreaming.
Then there was Gordon: at that time Dean hadn't even noticed round breasts and doe eyes weren't the only ones catching his attention, but Gordon was mysterious and a bit dangerous (and, really, since when had Dean been such a girl), and that's when Dean realized that he not only idolized him, he was in love with him.
By the time Dean figured out Gordon's quirks were not charm, but the signs of a psychopath in the making trying to drag him along, it was almost too late. Luckily he came out of his first gay relationship with a clean rap sheet.
After Gordon came Nick, with his pretty smile and his soft lips. Dean spent three insane weeks perfectly convinced that he would die without Nick's kisses. They were like a drug that made him blind to Nick's jealousy and possessiveness. He even tried to turn Dean against Sammy.
Finally there was Lisa. She meant well and she had been good to Dean, but ultimately she wanted more than Dean could give her and she too had left.
So if Dean spends too much time admiring Cas' perfect profile, if he itches to know what is Cas thinking about when he fixes his stare in the void and if Cas' deep hoarse voice makes him uncomfortable in his pants, then that means Cas is going to break his heart.
TBC...