Picture Perfect- Destiel

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The shutter clicks and Cas brings the camera back into his lap. He had decided to join the school paper, he still couldn't get his head wrapped around why he said yes to Sam's offer. Castiel sat on the sidelines and took pictures of the soccer team lining up to shake hands with the other team, until he saw someone. Dean Winchester stood leaning against his 1967 Chevy Impala next to him was someone's mom. He ran his fingers through his short dirty blonde hair looking the woman up and down, the mom blushed and tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. Castiel couldn't deny the fact that she looked young for her age.

Cas brought the camera to his eye and focused the lens on Dean, just then Sam jogged over to them and waved his greeting to the older woman. Dean slid into his car but before driving away he leaned out the cars window and held out his phone. After receiving the woman's number he grinned and winked, Sam pulled him into the car obviously upset that his older brother was flirting with his teammates mother. Quickly Castiel snapped another photo of Dean before he drove off.

When the game ended Cas immediately stood to leave, he was walking to his off white car, the one which all his siblings said looked like it belonged to a pimp, when Hannah ran up and grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey Castiel! How the photos turn out?" Cas quickly took a step back and shot Hannah a weird look. "I don't know I haven't really looked at them yet, goodbye." He turned and tried to speed walk away but she grabbed Castiels' shoulder again. Cas swiftly turned and violently pushed her back. "Don't touch me." Hannah furrowed her brows and her mouth sort of hung open, she obviously took great offense. Before she could open her mouth to call him a jerk or something of the sort Castiel had fled and safely made it to his car.

It not that Cas was harboring a particular hatred towards Hannah it's just, she was extremely pushy. He met her when he joined the school paper. Hannah was an editor for the news letter, meaning she sort of looked stuff over made sure that the information presented was accurate and up to date. She found her roll to be important, even though there were two other editors for the news letter and that no one actually read it. She had taken an interest in Castiel from the moment he first appeared at the club room's door. For the first few days she followed him around like a lost puppie, although she was very different from a puppie. She had a short brown bob that Meg, the other photographer, thought was absolutely horrendous. Cas thought she was one to talk her hair was badly bleached and left you wondering if you tugged a few strands would her scalp come off.

Other than her strong opinions and attitude Cas figured Meg was the best of the bunch. She was semi quiet, minded her own business, and was only on the paper for graduation credits.

Cas slide into his car and sat for what seemed to be maybe 20 minutes, after that he swung her camera bag into his lap and unzipped the flap. He wrapped his hand around the lens adjusters, carefully pulling it out of the bag. Castiels brother, Gabriel, thought it was funny that Cas treated his camera better than actual people, but Castiel held his camera like you would hold a baby. Not a relatives baby, you know how you would hold your aunt's kid below the armpits and keeping a safe distance of maybe 7 inches away from the baby, but he held it like you would hold your own, closely pressed against your torso with your hand supporting the soft skull. Not that his camera had a skull, Castiel was quite literal when it came to metaphors or T.V./ movie references.

Cas pressed the power button and began to look through his photos and delete any blurry, hectic, or unnecessary images. He slouch in the drivers seat and sighed, these weren't his best shots but at least they were better than the previous papers photos that Meg had snapped before leaving halfway through the games. He found a pretty decent shot where Sam was sliding towards the ball. The red uniform slid up his side revealing enough of his abdomen to be considered provocative, Castiel slightly tweaked the image making the opponent appear fuzzy and Sam bold and the main point of the picture.

After clearing the rest of the bad shot for the roll Castiel returned to one image. Dean driving away in his sleek black Chevy impala. He looked like a total badass, he had this smile that made you want to either laugh and smile or take your clothes off and forget how to breathe. Cas started at Dean and felt as if he had been set on fire, he was consumed by such an overwhelming heat that when his left hand grazed the car door it felt like he was touching ice. Castiel let out a heavy sigh as he turned the camera off and the car on. The A/C blasted cold air and made Cas feel like he was standing in front of the open fridge.

As he drove home Castiel clenched his teeth hard in jealousy, the intersection between his nose and forehead began to ache because he was thinking so hard. What exactly made that cougar so appealing to Dean? Was it the she played with her hair? Or perhaps her large breasts? Cas could mess with his hair but he did not have D-cups