A Cliché Love Story || Destiel Highschool AU

Tryouts and Mistakes

Dean (POV)

This is it. This is my chance to get into something I've wanted since I was in middle school. The football team tryouts are today and I'm signed up. Cas thinks football is lame, but he said he'd come to the games if I got in. This may sound really selfish and awful, but I really want some cool friends. Not that Cas and Ami aren't cool, its just that I've wanted to be 'popular' or something like that. I'm always the awkward nerd in a sweater vest. This is my chance to change that. If I get in, I can be the person that sixth grade Dean always wanted to be. I can really widen the spectrum for possible friends. Wow. I sound like a total dick.

Cas and Ami will definitely be cool with it. I'm allowed to have other friends too, right? I guess I'll find out.

The tryouts look pretty simple from a distance. It's just a whole bunch of shirtless dudes standing in the football field waiting for instruction. I can do this. I'm pretty fit from hunting and the game is simple. Get the ball to the other side and tackle anyone who's in your way. Easy. One of the guys on the team notices me and walks over. He has dirty blonde hair and heavily hooded eyes.

"You're the new kid, right?" He asks. I nod and he holds out a hand for me to shake. "The name's Luke."

"No it isn't!" One of the other players shout. Luke rolls his eyes.

"Sorry. My name is short for Lucifer." He sighs.

"Really? Wow. The nickname suits you."

"Thanks. Most of the guys call my Luci. Come on. They're about to start." He walks over to the group of guys all standing in a circle. "This is Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Aza."

"Is Aza short for something too?" I ask.

"Azazel." He replies. I nod along.

"What's your name?" Uriel asks.

"Dean Winchester."

"Alright. Where are you from?" Raphael asks.

"No where, really. My family moves around a lot." The boys nod along and look around for the coach. Instead, another group of boys walk up the field, holding someone in between them. The guy in the front seems to be the pack leader with his snooty walk that seemed almost royal.

"Hello, boys. How are we today?" He's English.

"What poor soul are you torturing today, Crowley?" Lucifer asks, sighing and crossing his arms.

"Just the neighborhood fag." He pulls the black beanie that covered the boy's face off. Blue fringe falls into his face and he sputters for a second before trying to flip his hair out of his face. His lip is split and bleeding steadily. His face is covered in bruises and cuts that look brand new.

"Cas?"

"You know him?" Michael asks. I suddenly get caught up in a stare down from everyone.

"I mean, yeah. I know him. Where's his sister?" I ask.

"Locked her in the janitor's closet. No way she'll find the keys in that mess of a place."

"You put her in a closet?" Cas shouts. He earns a knee to the crouch for that and let's out a groan of pain.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I say, stepping forward.

"Is he your new boyfriend, Cassie?" Crowley asks, laughing to himself.

"No!" Cas shouts.

"Come on man, just let him go. He never did anything to you. This guy wouldn't hurt a fly."