A Cliché Love Story || Destiel Highschool AU

Wings and Chains

Dean (POV)

  Maybe they're just late. Maybe Cas overslept and he's late to class. I tap my pencil on the desk impatiently waiting for my only friends in this class. The teacher passes out worksheets and I look at the problems laid out on it. This is basic calculus. I can do this stuff in my sleep. I sigh and start filling in answers. By the time I'm done, class is only halfway over.

They never show up to school and the day feels like it lasted three years. I trudge back to my car and wait for Sam to show up. What is with me? My entire life revolves around them and I've only been here a week. I've never felt like this towards anyone before. I've had a couple flings with girls in the past, but it was mostly because they were hot and I was horny. This is entirely different, though. Maybe I actually have legitimate feelings for someone. The question is, there's two Novaks, which one is mine? It has to be Ami. I'm not gay. I could never be gay. I don't have anything against people being gay, but I know that there's no way that I'm gay. Cas is definitely good looking, but I can't imagine myself dating him. Well, maybe I can. It would be pretty cool, if I were gay. But, I'm not, so it must be Ami. She really doesn't seem like the dating type, but maybe she is under her thick layer of sarcasm and profanity.

I get pulled out of my intense thought session when Sam hops into the car, a very nervous look on his face.

"Hey, Dean. Um, can I tell you something?" He asks, twiddling his thumbs.

"Yeah, anything. What's up?"

"I-um...you know what, never mind. It was nothing." He stares down at his hands, sighing and licking his lips nervously.

"Hey, no. There's obviously something. You can tell me anything. Did you lose your virginity?"

"What? No! Of course not. I'm not even legal." He scoffs. "Alright, I'll just say it." He takes a huge breath and says, "I'm gay." I pause for a second, waiting for something else.

"Is that it?"

"You're not upset?" His head shoots up to look at me with hopeful eyes.

"Dude, of course not! If that's how you are, well, it doesn't change anything! It's really not a huge deal. It's like whether you prefer chocolate over vanilla. And hey, if anyone ever judges you for being who you are, I will personally kick their ass." Sam reaches over and hugs me around the neck.

"Thanks, Dean. I really appreciate it." I reach around and lay him on the back.

"Anytime, man. C'mon. Let's head back home. Are you going to tell dad?"

"Not yet. Soon, though."

"I'm sure he'll be fine. Don't come out until you're ready. It's your decision, and your decision only." Sam nods and smiles as he starts texting that one friend of his, Gabe. I smile at the sound of Aerosmith on the radio and feel more at peace than I have in a while. I'm figuring some feelings out, and I've strengthened the relationship I have with my little brother. Maybe this day isn't so bad after all.

Dad is waiting outside the apartment building, tapping his foot impatiently. I pull into a spot and walk straight to him.

"Dean! Sam! Get in the back, I have to show you something. This is it. If you help me, we can finally avenge your mother's death." He says as he jogs to the Impala, hopping into the drivers seat. I hop into the passenger seat and Sam sits in the back. I pull out my phone to text Cas to see where he and Ami were today. I watch for a reply, but never receive one. The car stops at an old cabin in the woods and Dad jumps out and runs into the front door. I walk to the trunk and lift the hood. I grab my favorite pistol and toss one to Sam. I put the gun in my jacket pocket and walk into the house. Bobby is sitting at the small table and he points to a slightly open door before taking a swig of whiskey from his glass.