"Only one more hour in this hell hole," I muttered to myself as I walked down the hall to my last class.
The halls were crowded with people during passing hour, all enduring the same torture I was.
I clutched my books in my arms, weaving my way around the people.
Suddenly, someone ran into me, pushing me into a nearby locker, and causing me to drop all my books.
"What the hell?" I snapped, facing the kid that pushed me.
"What?" He asked, a smug smile on his lips.
"Watch where you're going," I muttered, bending down to retrieve my belongings.
"Why should I? You're not the boss of me." The boy countered, taking a step closer.
By now, a small crowd of students had made a circle around us. I stood up, my teeth clenched with irritation. Can't this douche face tell that I've had enough for one day?
"Just back off, would ya?" I demanded, staring at him with threatening eyes.
I really did not have the time or energy for this kid, but I was fed up.
"How 'bout I don't, faggot," he hissed, a smirk on his lips.
I winced, tilting my to the side.
"What'd you say?" I asked, clenching my hands into fists, causing my knuckles to turn white and my blood to boil.
He smiled smug, making my skin feel like fire. "I said, fag-"
Too bad he couldn't finish his sentence because my right fist had came in contact with his jaw. He stumbled back, a couple drops of blood falling from this mouth.
The boy crouched over, holding his chin with both hands, pain lacing his features.
I brought my hand back, feeling adrenaline flowing through my veins. My ears went numb, only allowing me to hear a few blurred calls and shouts from students near by.
I brought my fist back again, ready to strike, but someone caught my arm, holding me back.
"Dean," the voice called over the noise. "Dean, stop."
I turned to face the voice. The sight of those familiar blue eyes and dark brown hair catching my eye.
"Let me go," I snapped, ripping my arm away from his grasp. I turned away from the fallen boy and Castiel, grabbing my books and storming towards the schools exit.
I have to get out of here.
I made my way into the schools parking lot, searching for my Baby, a black 1967 Chevy Impala.
Once I spotted the Impala, I threw my books inside and sat down in the drivers seat. I let out a deep sigh, feeling my heart beat begin to slow.
I closed my eyes, resting my forehead against the steering wheel.
What have I done?
"Dean, are you okay?"
My head snapped up, those hauntingly bright blue eyes staring down at me.
"What the hell, Castiel? Are you stalking me or something?" I demanded, rubbing my forehead, a headache growing.
"I just thought-" he began, but I cut him short.
"I don't care what you thought! Leave me alone!" I interrupted, my voice sharp and stern as ice.
Castiel toke a step back, but his calm expression didn't falter.
I pressed the palms of my hands into my eyes, regret filling my previous anger.
"Hey," I said, quietly. "I'm sorry. I'm just having a bad day."
He nodded, looking towards the school. "I understand, no need to apologize. I also don't blame you for punching that kid, Crowley, either. He can be a dick sometimes."
I let out a small laugh, relaxing a bit. "Yeah, I realized that."
Castiel smiled at me, shoving his hands in his pockets. I couldn't help but smile back, a warm feeling flooding into my chest. I quickly shake the feeling, starting up the Impala.
"Well, I'm not staying here anymore today. I'm going home," I said, putting the car in drive.
"Wait," Castiel said, making his way around the car and opening the passenger door. "I'm coming with."
"Um, okay." I said, giving him a side smile. I didn't mind that he wanted to come with, I was actually sort of glad. Less lonely, I guess.
I pulled out of the schools parking lot, and started driving towards our neighborhood.
"So why did you move to Wisconsin?" Castiel asked, turning in his seat to look at me.
I shrugged, glancing over at him. "My dad moves around a lot in work. We just happened to move here this year."
"What about your mom?" He asked.
I tightened my grip on the wheel, shifting in my seat. I'm not telling my whole life story to my neighbor.
"What about you? Have you always lived here?" I asked, avoiding the subject.
His faces twisted into an uncomfortable expression. "Uh, it's a long story."
I nodded, realizing we were both asking questions that we didn't want to answer.
"What's your favorite color?" Castiel randomly asked, after a couple moments of silence.
I gave him a side smile, laughing to myself. "Uh, why?" I asked.
"I just want to know." He responded, a cheery tone in his voice.
I glanced over at him, his blue eyes shinning bright in the afternoons sun. The now familiar warm feeling floods inside my chest, causing me to smile. Why is this happening again?
"Um, I guess I would have to say...blue," I blurted out, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.
"Why blue?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.
I shrugged, a smile still on my face. "It's a nice color."
I pulled into his driveway, and put the car in park.
"Thanks for the ride, Dean." Castiel thanked.
"No problem, Castiel." I said, offering a small smile.
"You can call me Cas, you know. It's a nickname." He explained, tilting his head slightly.
"Well, then I'll see you later, Cas." I said, liking how the name rolled off my tongue.
He gave me a soft smile before stepping out of the car and walking up to his porch.
I pulled out of his driveway before glancing up at his house.
His bright blue eyes stared happily from the porch. I smiled, a light blush forming on my face.
What am I doing to myself?
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The Angel Next Door
Fanfiction17 year old Dean Winchester moves into a new town, like he and his family does every year. Sam Winchester, Dean's little brother and their Father, John Winchester, is all that consists of their small broken family. But when Dean is faced with new...
