Dreaming of Rebelling (Destiel Highschool AU)

Fuck School

A/N- Who else think that Bex Taylor- Klause looks like a fem!teen! Castiel. She even does fucking head tilt squints I'm dead. I am currently in love with this hot piece of ass. Fucking hell, I love this woman.

*Dean's POV*

Beeeeeeeeeeeeep
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep
Beeeeeee-

The alarm clock when off right on time. 7:00am. I had slept those two more petty hours, not doing any good. I had bags forming under my eyes, my skin grew shades paler, and I was weak. This person possessing my mind was really pissing me off. I need 4 hours of sleep tops. I don't need sone one watching over me. Or invading my dreams. I could feel it in my gut, who ever I was dreaming about, was a real person somewhere in the world. I just need to know where.

I slipped on some old skinny jeans, a faded Neighbourhood tee, converse, and a beanie. No doing hair or taking a stupid shower. I'll do that when I can sit in the running water for hours. Whatever. I grabbed my backpack and grabbed my journal from the floor boards.

"Come on Sammy! You better fucking wake up or I'll burn your math notes." I yelled as I made my way downstairs. Just as I turned into the kitchen I heard a "you wouldn't." I tuned in my heel to meet the little boys eyes. "Oh, yes I will. Where's dad?" I shoved him then stated looking around.

"He's out looking for the undercover Angels. What if they are super hot Angels? What would we do? Keep them. If they are. We shout keep them." He pulled on my sleeve.

"We are not keeping the hot Angels, Sammy." I pushed him off and he tumbled onto the couch.

"Jerk!" He hissed

"Bitch!" I yelled as I got a waffle from the freezer. Just then, my upper half of my left arm started to itch really bad. It seemed the more I scratched it, the worse it got. I scratched and scratched as I slowly fell to the floor, my back sliding against the wall.

"Dean?... Dean!" Sammy came running to me. "Stop it! Stop! Dean you dumbass, stop!" He pulled my right hand from my left arm. I looked down at my right hand, there was blood under my fingernails.

"Holy shit." My eyes widened as I looked where I was scratching. "How the fuck... what the fuck..... why the fuck?" I went into the bathroom to wash off.

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Castiel's POV

"Alright Castiel, first day of school. Remember, your name is Castiel Novak, you moved here from Canada, your 17 years old, and you're a sophomore. Have fun, take notes, get good grades, and pay attention to the humans. Make sure not to intervene unless it is absolutely necessary. I will be a freshman and Lucy is gonna be a senior. Good luck. We will be right here if you need us. Goodbye, brother. Have fun and make friends. Just don't get too close." Gabriel wished me luck at the doors of the crowded school.

"Okay Gabriel. We've been over this a million times. Can I ask you something?" I twiddle my thumbs as lucifer came into our conversation.

"Anything." Lucifer replied.

"Is it normal for angels to dream about people, let alone dream. I fell asleep and I dreamt about a boy with emerald eyes. I don't know why and I don't know how. But for some reason, I love this person. I can feel it. Like telepathically almost. It's weird. I've been dreaming about this person for weeks." I avoided making eye contact.

"Well, it's very rare. Angels share a telepathic connection with their soul mate. So Cassie, looks like your gonna meet you soul mate." Gabriel answered.

"I call best man at the wedding!" Lucifer shouted as he ran into the building. Gabriel, and I all walk into the front office, hoping to get out schedules.

"Good morning, boys. I will get you your scheduled, we are waiting in two more people though. Just have a seat over there." The nice lady showed us where to sit down. Just then two boys walked in. One looked about my pretend age, and another about Gabriel's pretend age. I didn't quite catch the orders face, but the young one had long shaggy, brown hair. He had on nice jeans and lots of layers. I mean it was sorta cold, but not cold enough for all those fucking layers.

"Ah, here are the others. Dean, Sam. This is Castiel, Gabriel, and Lucifer." The older one turned around the world stopped. He stopped too. Those eyes. The emerald eyes met my electric blue. It was him. My soul mate. He was right in front of my face.

Dean's POV

Him. The boy I have been dreaming about for weeks. Him. Wait. Him! I was in love with a friggin' dude. A guy. I'm not gay. But my heart tells me otherwise. What the actual fuck. He seemed to be uneasy too. I just froze. Then I walked away. I went outside to my car. I needed to think.

Castiel's POV

He just walked out. He must have known something. He looked like he knew something too. It was weird.

"Earth to Castiel!" Gabriel was waving his hand in front of my face. "Cassie? What's wrong?" I snapped back to reality.

"T-that was h-him." I mumbled.

"That was who?" Lucifer asked.

"M-my soul mate. The one I have been dreaming about!" I grabbed lucifer by the shoulders and stated shaking him crazily. "That was him!" I yelled in Gabriel's face.

"Go get him then!" They yelled at the same time. The secretary seemed so confused, as did the little one, Sam I think. I raced out after him, trying to remember his name. Dean that's it!

"Dean!" I yelled when I saw him on a really nice car sitting the hood. He looked over at me and I sorta jogged over to him. "I know you've had dreams 'cause I've been having them to and please do not tell that you haven't had them and make me look crazy because I'm not crazy but I'm super scared because I can't keep you off my fucking mind and it driving me insane an-" I felt something soft on my lips. I melted. I have never done this before, but with him, it felt right.

"I wanted to make sure that you are real." Our eyes melted in a comfortable stare. "I thought I was going crazy. Why the fuck would I be dreaming about a person? Why would I be obsessed with someone I don't know? Why would I love someone that , at the time, didn't exist?" Love?! He loved me too?! No! I'm an angel, he's a mortal. This can't happen. No.

He subconsciously started scratching his arm. It was already red. But decided to leave it.