Collection of Destiel

Dress Shopping

Castiel walked through the school hallways with his head held high. Whispers and insults met his ears but he didn't let them settle in his mind. A calmness kept itself burrowed deep in his chest as he kept his feet moving without a second glance at his peers who decided that since he was different he was less than they were. Instead he walked to class with a heavy conviction in each step.

"Faggot!" Someone yelled moments before laughter broke out.

The laughter echoed in the hallways but Castiel didn't pay it any attention. Instead he was reciting flashcards in his mind for his upcoming quiz. The name-calling was nothing new and as the years passed it became as usual as his first cup of coffee in the morning. No matter if it was right or fair, Castiel decided that he had his life to live and that didn't entail others opinions of him.

"Castiel!" A friendly voice broke through Cas' concentrated haze.

He turned his head in time to see one of his best friends, Charlie Bradbury, grinning like a loon by his side. "Hello, Charlie."

"Hiya. So, you ready for the quiz?" Charlie's energy made Castiel's shoulders lose their tension. "'Cause I am totally not prepared."

Castiel rolled his eyes with a knowing smirk. "You always say that and then you ace the tests."

"Maybe I am a certifiable genius."

"Charlie!" A deeper voice called out through the bustling hallway stopping the two of them in their tracks.

They both turned to see Dean Winchester waving his hand at them and trying his hardest to push past clumps of students. Everything in Castiel stopped functioning. There was no secret between Charlie and him that he had been harboring a crush on the wrestling champion since about freshman year. It was complete torture, in Castiel's mind, that Charlie had to be childhood friends with the sex god.

As soon as Dean made it to the two of them his eyes fell on Castiel's face. A deep flush erupted across the freckled skin and green eyes widened almost comically. "Oh-hey-uh-Cas. I like the-uh-lip gloss and-uh-eyeliner."

"Thank you, Dean." Castiel hoped his voice was level but he knew that it was rising with every stutter of his heart. The make-up was fairly new but the only ones to ever be positive about it were Charlie and his step-father Chuck. It came as a complete shock when Dean's green eyes never seemed to leave his face.

Silence fell on them as they waited for someone to say something. A couple kids bustled by and knocked into one of them but they stayed stock-still in their little circle. Charlie finally rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow at Dean. "There a reason you called out my name?"

"Yeah. Right." Dean grinned nervously with a charm that sent Cas' heart barreling towards his stomach. "There's this party tonight but I honestly don't want to go to it. Superficial people and all that will be there. I'd rather not. So I was wondering if I could maybe hang out with you. You know, in case anyone asks and I have a valid excuse."

Charlie frowned and sent a look over at Castiel. "Actually, tonight Cas and I were planning on going to the mall. He wants to try on a dr-"

"Charlie." Cas warned under his breath.

"It's cool, Cas, Dean's cool." But Charlie didn't continue before looking back at Dean with an apologetic smile. "Unless you would want to come to the mall with us and hang out."

Dean grinned and nodded quickly before clearing his throat and settling back into his laid-back persona. "Yeah, sure, that'd be awesome. Pick you up at your house?"

"Around four."

Dean nodded. "Great. See you two then." Then he was off and all Cas had to look at was the sway of his hips and the back of his head.