Dreaming of Rebelling (Destiel Highschool AU)

Drift

Dean's POV

"Come on, Dean. You always make me late. You know you suck right. And swallow. And occasionally spit. Get you ass up. Now! Now! Castiel will be waiting for you." Sammy bounced on my bed. I was ignoring him until he mentioned the blue eyed boy.

"Fine. Now get the fuck off and get the fuck out. I will be out in a couple of minutes." I rolled out of bed.

"Oooh! Somebody has a crush. Castiel and Dean. Destiel? Deastiel? No. You're not a top. Casdean?!" He said still on my bed.

"GTFO or I will B-E-A-T you!" I shoved him out and slammed the door in his face.

"Jerk." He whispered through the door crack.

"Bitch!" I yelled loud enough to hear him chuckle.

I checked the time on my phone. 7:45. Shit. No time to shower. I threw on a Neighbourhood sweatshirt, some old not exactly skinny (but enough to pass) jeans, my black converse, and attempted to fix my hair. I looked in the mirror, hoping I would impress Castiel and his very hipster style. I was gelling my hair and I looked at my freckles. Gross. I made my way downstairs with my toothbrush in my mouth.

"Would you hurry the fuck up. I'll be blowing out my 90th birthday candles by the time we reach the fucking car." Sam gave me bitchface #5. One of his many bitchfaces, but this one read I'm so fucking annoyed and I will feed your future family to a wild pack of dingos if you don't hurry the fuck up.

"Hold the fuck on." I tried to keep the toothpaste in my mouth.

"Watch your language, boy." John pointed a finger at me. "I have to tell you guys something." He sat on the couch.

"Sorry, sir." I mumbled before I sat across from him.

"Yes?" Sam and I both said in a sing-song voice. Please be leaving. Please be leaving. I mentally crossed my fingers.

"I will be undercover in order to get info on the angel of the city. I will be a maintenance worker over at Angeli Enterprises. It is a home for the homeless, they help them find new homes all over the world. I have leads that this is angel headquarters. I mean the fucking name says it all. We know Latin stupid dicks. They relocate Angels and find capable vessels for them. But I need you guys to keep tabs on the angel here, got it? I'll just be two states over. I leave tonight. No parties, don't get in trouble, and no girls. And do not do anything that will draw attention to this family. If the police find you here by yourselves, I'm screwed. I'll back in about a month. No promises, though." He messed up Sammy's shaggy hair and gave me a forced smile. I could see past that twisted smile and smell the liquor on his breath and see his week old stubble.

"Yes sir." Sammy and I said at the same time.

"Alright boys. I will most likely be gone by the time you make it back from school, so this is goodbye. Be safe boys. And keep tabs with me about that angel, we need to find it and question it. See you boys in a month or so. Have a good day at school." He fake smiled.

"See you soon father." Once again Sam and I harmonized.

***schoolio yo bro***

"What's up mofo?" Somebody came up behind me. I turn around expecting it to be one of the football players but is was a red headed girl. She wore a shirt that read 'Star Wars not Whores', ripped skinny jeans, and she didn't have shoes.

"Uh, may I ask your name?" I gave her a really weird look.

"So formal." She mumbled. "Charlie Bradbury, but you can call me your Queen." She seemed really cool and really scary at the same time. I'm pretty sure she did psychedelics while watching Star Trek on her free nights.