Dreaming of Rebelling (Destiel Highschool AU)

It's Not Right

Dean's POV

The wrong gender for society.
The wrong motive to live.
Why can't I be excepted?
Why can't I love who I desire?
"It's all to wrong."
Him telling the believers so.
Why am I a faggot?
Why can't just die?
All my pupils suspicious eyes on me.
They're on to me.
Why can't I be attracted to girls instead of both girls and guys?
Why is it so wrong?
I want to be normal.
I want to love freely.
After all,
It is the BIble, not the STRAIGHTble.

My morning passage was complete. All my feelings and thoughts were scribbled onto a paper in a poem format. Why did I love Castiel so deeply? I don't even know him, yet I feel like I know him. It was a really uncomfortable feeling. I didn't really talk to him, even though that kiss told me to do otherwise. I had two classes with him, Chemistry and Writing Block. Although it was only the first day, we didn't talk at all. I could change that though. I wanted to talk to him. Learn everything about him.

Cas' POV

"You mustn't love a mortal. It's against heavens rules, Castiel." Lucifer tried explaining.

"Oh, and you're all about heavens rules." I crossed my arms. I was trying to get ready for school.

"Don't pull that shit on me, Castiel. You know what Father said, "No intervening with a mortals life." You are completely disregarding his commands. If you love that boy, you're intervening." He nudged Gabe. "Right Gabe?" Gabriel sorta shrugged.

"I mean the boys are having telepathic dreams, that's pretty insane. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be." Gabe patted me on the back.

"Gabriel, you know it's not right." Lucifer gave him a stern look.

"Then let them be wrong." He walked away.

***

Why was school necessary. All these fuckboys and whores. I mean all of these kids were doomed for eternal damnation.

I hurried to my first class, writing block. I had it with my mysterious Dean Winchester. I want to talk to him, but don't know how Father would feel about it. I mean I had been dreaming about this guy for weeks. But I love him. Just then Dean came up to me.

"Uh, hey, um, Cas. I was wondering if you would, maybe, like to, uh, pair up with me for the assignment?" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I would love that." I awkwardly scooted over, making room for him on the classroom floor. It was independent working now and I decided on sitting on the floor behind a shelf where the teacher couldn't see the me.

"So the assignment was to write about the violence in the media in a poem." He pointed at the paper that was handed out. "It's due in one week."

"You can come to my house to work on it. If you want, I mean." I shrugged.

"Yeah, that sounds awesome."

***Cas' house***

"Welcome to my humble abode." I said as I got out of Deans rad Impala. "Mi casa es su casa." I opened the door and invited him in.

"Nice pile of bricks you've got here." He took off is brown leather jacket and swung it over his shoulder. He looked so hot.

"Thanks. My rooms over here." I lead him upstairs and into my room.

"Oh no fucking way! You like The Neighbourhood too? You are fucking amazing." He was looking at my posters and drawings on my wall. I had written lyrics on the walls with sharpie. Some read Rest in pieces peace of mind or This is the beat that makes your mother cry or Our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose. He looked so amused with my shitty drawings or random things.

I placed my phone on my iHome and played Lurk by, you guessed it, The Neighbourhood.

I want to be honest

I want to be be bad

I want to destroy you

I want to move fast

Dean scanned my drawing and stopped at one particular one.

"Did you draw this, Cas?" He carefully took the thumbtack off the drawing to show me. It were the drawing of his eyes.

I want the attention

I want all the cash

I want all the ass

Is that too much to ask?

"Uh, yeah. Well I mean I have been dreaming about those eyes for weeks. I couldn't resist drawing those deep, emerald pools." I subconsciously moved towards him.

I want to be faithful

I want to be raw

I want to be ignorant

I want to know it all

I want to die someday

I want to live long

I want what I ask for

I get what I want

He was super close too. And before we knew it, we were nose to nose. Just basking in each other's beautiful existence.

I'm thinking we should ride

To a place that we don't know

To a place where no ones seen us before

I'm thinking you and I

Better just go with the flow

"Last thing that we should do is go slow." Dean whisper sang against my lips. Our lips collided and sparks flew. Literally. Wait?

"Oh shit." I pulled apart as the lights in my room busted with a spark.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God." He gripped his chest in fright.

"Try again." Lucifer was in the door way. "I told you Father would be very found of your 'shenanigans'. He must be upset." Lucifer walked away.

"Maybe we should, uh..." I scratched my head pointing to the note book.

"Uh, yeah." He shyly smiled.

"Yeah, um." I grabbed a pencil and write down some thing to do with violence in the media. We exchanged words and I learned that Dean is actually a very poetic person.

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A/N- Hey guys, Juleah here. (No shit). Well I just wanted to clear up that every poem or journal entry that is in this story is all written by me and its fucking hard. Thanks.

And who wants some smut later on? I know I do. No promises tho.

Bye guys. Until next chapter.

*molester moon emoji*

*furrows eyebrows in Japanese*

_________________Juleah