Destiel One Shots

Detention

So. You can probably guess from the title that this is an AU. In this AU It's Teacher!Cas and Rebellious Student!Dean.

WARNING: THERE WILL BE SMUTY SMUT SMUT
*cheering*

I am also one for Cas being the dominant one. So in this Cas is top.

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Dean Winchester, 18, was a student with attitude. He didn't care for the rules, he loved to make rude remarks at the teachers.

Dean was also a closeted Bisexual. He made trouble so people would focus on how bad he is and not find out that he wasn't straight.

The troublemaker was currently in class with the schools best teacher.

Castiel Novak was the history teacher at Dean's school. It seemed that he knew everything since the beginning of time.

Dean liked to tease Mr. Novak most of all, he liked the attention.

As much as he denied it, he had the hots for the history teacher.

Dean was currently throwing balls of paper at the bin across the room.

"Mr. Winchester." Mr. Novak called angrily.

"Yes Cas? What type of name is that? Castiel? Why would anyone name their kid Castiel?" Dean asked thoughtfully.

"MR. WINCHESTER YOU HAVE DETENTION IN MY ROOM AFTER SCHOOL EVERY DAY FOR THE NEXT MONTH!!" Mr. Novak finally burst.

He was usually super calm. No one had heard him yell before.

The yell had scared the crap out of Dean though.

He was actually quiet the rest of the lesson.

---!--- Time skip brought to you by Gabriel because I love him---!--- (A/N I know Sabriel but I love Gabe.)

Dean strode down the hall and straight into Mr. Novak's room.

He sat down at a desk and put his feet up.

Soon enough, Mr. Novak walked in. And he closed the door behind him.

That's weird. Isn't there a rule against that? Whatever. Dean thought.

"Winchester." Mr. Novak said, snapping dean out of his thoughts.

"Sup Novak." Dean replied.

Mr. Novak walked over to Dean, and looked him in the eye.

"Dean Winchester you need to get yourself in check. I'm tired of your crap." The teacher hissed through gritted teeth.

Dean stood up so they were face to face (A/N They're the same height in this I don't know what they are in Spn.)

"I. Don't. Care." he replied, moving closer to Mr. Novak. But he wasn't gonna back down.

Their faces were just an inch apart.

And Dean couldn't help it, he glanced down at his teachers luscious, pink, lips.

And when their eyes met... Mr. Novak smirked.

Before Dean knew it he felt lips on his own, after a second of shock he kissed back.

Deans hands were all through his teachers hair as Mr. Novak's hands were on his waist.

The kiss was passionate and filled to the brim with lust. Mr. Novak moved his lips down Dean's jaw and neck, sucking and biting.

"Mr. Novak..." Dean moaned.

"Call me Cas." The man growled seductively.

Their lips met again and they continued to make out, fire spread through every inch of Dean.