Not Your Average High School AU (Destiel)

A Little Less Terrible

"Sam?"

Dean hurried over to the seat and sat down next to his brother.

"Sammy, thank God. What the hell's going on?" he whispered under his breath.

Sam shrugged in response to Dean's question. Dean frowned at him. "Man, what happened to you?"

Sam looked over at Dean. "I had a dream and an angel came to me, saying he needed me to come with him to help with the Lucifer problem, so I said okay. And then he brought me here." Sam shrugged again, returning his focus to the teacher. He jotted down a few quick notes.

Dean stared at him. "You're taking notes?"

"Yeah," Sam mumbled, his eyes glued to the front of the room, and therefore Gabriel.

"Why?"

Sam turned to Dean and looked right at him. "Because we have a test on Friday." Sam returned to his note-taking while Dean's incredulous eyes bored into him.

"So nothing about all of this seems wrong to you?" Dean still couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"All of what?" Sam still wouldn't take his eyes off of Gabriel.

"All of...this," Dean said, gesturing around them. "It feels wrong, man."

Sam rolled his eyes. "It's a school, Dean, and y'know what? Maybe it could help us. The Lucifer/Michael crap? Everything else going on? Maybe this'll do some good."

Dean once again stared slack-jawed at his brother. "But-"

He was cut off by Gabriel standing over them both. "Dean-o, buddy, what the hell do you think you're doing? Talking during my oh-so-enthralling lesson?" Gabriel shook his head. "Rude, rude, rude. Quit the yapping, Winchester, and pay attention."

"But Sam was talking too!" Dean complained.

Gabriel stepped closer to Sam and held up his detailed, double sided, color coded notes. "Sam was paying attention, and so far, he's my best student."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Oh, by the way. See me after class, Samsquatch," Gabriel said with a wink, sauntering off to his desk to continue the lesson. None of the other students seemed to have noticed their little exchange.

Sam's mouth was still hanging open while Dean snickered. "Was he flirting with you?"

"What? NO! No! Of course not! He just- he's just joking around."

Dean continued to laugh. "He wants to see you after class," Dean chortled.

"DEAN! No, I'm sure he's just-"

Dean held up a hand and silenced Sam mid-sentence. "It's okay, Sammy, really. It's your sex life; it's none of my business." Dean was still laughing and quirking his eyebrows suggestively at his brother. Although it was unlikely Sam was attracted to Gabriel, Gabriel having an attraction to Sam wasn't that impossible. Dean suspected that angels were above the whole "I don't swing that way" thing. At least, he hoped they were, especially a certain angel with luminescent blue eyes...

His thoughts were interrupted by the loud chime of the bell. Dean rose from his seat to head to his next class. He turned to his brother and smirked. "Have fun, Sammy."

He snickered at him as he turned back towards the door. Sam was saying something, probably about how Dean should take his knife and stick it where the sun don't shine, but either way, Dean could hardly hear because he was walking out the door.

Dean weaved through the crowd in the hallway. As he did, thoughts of Sam's strange behavior swam through his head. Why was Sam acting like all of this school crap was 100% normal? Maybe it's because Sam spent all those years in college and he's used to the whole school thing, or maybe Sam just isn't in his right mind. Dean needed to find Cas. If anyone could get them out of this mess, it'd be Cas.

Dean checked his schedule and apparently, he had "First Aid" next. After two wrong turns and three right ones, Dean finally found his next class. Castiel just happened to be sitting at a desk in the back corner, far from all of the other students.

"Cas! Finally, man!" Dean pulled up a desk right next to Castiel's. Dean patted Cas roughly on his shoulder. "It's good to see you again, buddy."

Cas looked at him. "Hello, Dean."
After a few moments, Cas turned his gaze from Dean's face to his hand, which was still on his shoulder. Dean immediately removed his hand and clearing his throat loudly. He could feel his face begin to heat up, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Cas, what the hell? What's going on?"

Cas sighed. "It appears that Heaven has made the decision to let Eremiel make preparations for the apocalypse."

Dean stared at Cas. "So, what, that's it? They just let this Eremiel dude pluck all the hunters off the damn planet and stick 'em in a school?"

"I don't like it either, Dean," Cas said, "but it's better than Michael's plan. Eremiel..." Cas sighed heavily. "His intentions are in the right place, his methods are just..." Cas looked around the classroom. "...unorthodox," he finished.

Dean snorted. "You can say that again."

"His methods are unorthodox," Cas said, looking at Dean strangely.

Dean shook his head. "No, Cas, I didn't mean-" Dean broke off his sentence when he noticed that Cas's tie was loose and sticking up oddly. "Here, lemme straighten your tie."
Dean leaned over Cas and fumbled with his twisted tie. He untangled it from itself, then tightened it.

It was a gesture that strangely had an aura of affection, and they both knew it. Dean didn't necessarily intend for it to come off as affectionate...did he? Thoughts of this—as well as thoughts of Cas in general—floated through his mind. The thoughts gave his an oddly warm, happy sensation. Dean shook himself out of his girly, chick-flick daze and realized he was still leaning over Cas and looking right in his eyes—and Cas was gazing right back at him.

"Dean," Cas said slowly, his gaze unrelenting.

"Yeah, Cas?" For some reason, Dean just couldn't tear his eyes away.

"I don't understand. You used to constantly express to me your distaste for my being in your personal space, yet now you are in mine."

Dean finally blinked. "Sorry, man." He started to move away but Cas gripped him by the arm.

"No, Dean, it's okay." Cas smiled. "I don't mind."

Now it was Cas who was leaning over Dean, and once again, Dean was in a trance. Every time Cas looked at him, Dean felt as though he was being hypnotized. He didn't know why, but whenever Cas shot him even the barest of glances, Dean was powerless to look away.

Dean noticed that, up close, Cas's eyes weren't just one unified shade of blue. Cas's eyes had a dozen different hues all swirling together in a away that completely captivated Dean. They were like sapphires and the sky and the sea all rolled in one, and it was truly a beautiful sight...at least, it was to Dean.

Just then, the bell rang loudly, and some angel lady, who Dean assumed was the teacher, walked in. It was fairly obvious she was an angel, from the ugly grey pantsuit to the I'm-better-than-you demeanor she presented. Similarly, the ugly grey pantsuit and the I'm-better-than-you demeanor also gave the woman the impression of being a teacher. Funny how that works.

She glanced at Dean and Cas. "Would you two quit fondling each other? Sit down," she spat rudely.

Dean and Cas settled back into their seats and scooted away from each other, but only slightly.

As the rude teacher rambled on about some ancient Enocian remedy for "demon-pox", and the stale classroom air brought a fowl scent to his nose, Dean looked over at Cas and thought that maybe, just maybe, having Cas around would make the whole "school" thing just a little less terrible.