Destiel.

Story one. M/F

Chapter 1.
It starts off as any high school love story would, at least that's what Castiel thought when she met bad boy, Dean Winchester.

Dean was a bad boy that had a sensitive heart for her, and it was the cutest thing ever, but its how every teenage love story is.

Dean had daddy issues, and Castiel had...well issues.

Now, it wasn't love at first sight. No. It took a lot of time until Castiel actually agreed to even talk to Dean. So here's where that story begins.

"Okay, class we have a new student. His name is Dean Winchester. Dean say one thing about yourself please."

"Gladly." Dean flashed a grin, half the girls in the class swooning already. "I like frisk women, and long walks on the beach..and poking dead things with sticks." Dean said, and the teacher rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Winchester, go sit down."

"You got it, sweetheart." Dean said, and moved to sit in the back next to a girl dressed in a cute white blouse, black skirt, black tights, and white flats. "Hey."

Castiel looked at him for a bit, and looked back down at her paper.

Dean raised his eyebrows at her. No girl has ever looked at him and still ignored him. It was not possible. Dean must have been imagining that. "Well you know my name is Dean. What's yours?" Dean asked, trying to put on more of his charm.

Castiel didn't even ecknowledge that Dean was there, writing something on her paper.

Dean didn't like the fact she didn't even give him the time of day. Dean had enough of that at home.

Just when he was about to say something else she passed him a note.

'I can't talk. I am a mute. Haven't talked since I was a child. Its just funny watching you get flustered that you aren't getting to me.' Castiel wrote to him, and Dean gave back the paper, though he made a face at her.

"Whatever. So what's your name?" He asked her.

'Castiel.'

Dean nodded slightly. "Why don't you talk?"

'Its not any of your business.'

Dean raised his hand a bit to show defeat. "Okay. Sorry."

Castiel turned away from Dean, so that she could listen to the teacher.

Dean kept staring at Castiel throughout the whole class time trying to figure out her story. Though the only thing he could really think of was that she was either depressed and did something to cause her voice to break, or that she just refused to speak.

When the bell rang Castiel headed straight for the door, but only to be stopped by Dean first.

"Hey, you know where the history room is?" He asked holding his schedule for her to see, and she shook her head.
Chapter 2.

Dean frowned, and watched her walk down the hallway and away from him. Dean didn't let her get to him fully though, he found another girl and she was fully willing to show Dean to the next class...and the nearest janitors closet.
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Castiel knew very well where the History room was, in fact it was her next class. She just didn't want Dean to follow her around like a little lost puppy. Though speaking of puppy's she bumped into a boy with big brown eyes and shaggy hair.

"I'm sorry!" He said quickly, picking up her things that had fallen, and giving them to her. "I'm so sorry!" He said again, she gave him a soft smile. Telling him that it's okay. After which she walked down the hallway and to her History class and there was Dean.

Dean sat in the class with a girl already on his arm, and and grin on his face when she kissed him, and then his grin slowly fading when Castiel walked right past him showing no interest in the him and how he got a girl as quick as he did. Why wouldn't she look at him?!

Castiel sat in her usual spot in the back, and Dean kept looking back at her.

"Why do you keep looking at her?" The girl asked him, and Dean was out if it.

"What?" Dean asked, and she made a face, and walked away from Dean, and he walked up to Castiel again.

'Go away.' Castiel wrote.