Collection of Destiel

All Kinds of Wrong

"I don't understand why you don't just say 'hello' to him." Charlie stuffed the remnants of her previous class into her locker but turned slightly to raise an eyebrow toward her best friend. Ever since she found the shy little nerd at her GSA meeting, she has taken him under her wing and soon they were as close as family.

Dean shuffled his feet as his eyes fell to the tiles underneath his boots. "You know why. A guy like Castiel Novak would never give me the time of day. He could have any girl, or guy for that matter, in this entire school. Why would he look at me twice?"

"Because you are gorgeous and one of the best people I know and even a dude like him would be lucky to have you." Charlie slammed her locker and turned to face him. "Just say 'hello'. It isn't that hard. And if he turns you down, or hurts you, I will pluck his eye balls out."

That roused a smirk from Dean. "Thanks, but I can't."

The red head just shook her head before her eyes left his and found something interesting behind Dean. When Dean saw the smirk on her face he felt dread bubble inside of him because he knew that Charlie was the devious one.

"You know what? Okay. You don't want to say 'hello', that's fine. But I will."

"What-" Before Dean could even breath in panic he watched his best friend raise her hand with a brilliant smile.

"Castiel!" Her voice carried through the school halls.

Dean was numb and shaking all at once. He knew this was the terror of his worst nightmare. A million thoughts ran through his head, the loudest was telling him to bolt. Before he got the chance to move his feet, he heard the scoff of boots beside him and to his horror, Charlie winked straight at him.

"Yes?" There was that deep voice, the sound that Dean always associated with a roaring waterfall, and it was so close that he could feel the vibrations in his heart.

"I was just wondering..." Charlie glanced at Dean once before smiling again toward Castiel. "Where do you get your eyeliner? It is wicked great and I have been experimenting with makeup. You got a secret how you make it so flawless?"

Dean wanted to crawl under the tiles and die, but to his surprise a raspy chuckle escaped from Castiel's throat. "Would you laugh at me if I told you I got it at Victoria's Secret?"

At that comment Dean couldn't help but smirk, because Castiel Novak was the punk of the school. He was the kid no one messed with and the kid who skipped three classes each day to go out for a smoke. The knowledge that this punk shopped at such a woman's store was the highlight of Dean's existence.

"Is that all you wanted?" Castiel almost sounded let down, which Dean thought was in his mind.

"That's all I wanted." Charlie smirked before checking her watchless wrist. "Oh look at the time. I should get going. Don't want to leave my mom waiting." With a flash of red hair, the spot where she stood was empty.

Dean figured Castiel would walk away, maybe chuckle at the odd question the school's biggest nerd had asked him. Instead, he realized slowly, the punk hadn't moved from where he stood only maybe a foot away from him.

"Uh-" Dean fidgeted and wished he had the courage to turn and face the kid he had been crushing on since middle school.

"Hello, Dean." Castiel saved the awkward silence.

Dean's head snapped up and was met with the infinite blue eyes that haunted his dreams. "You know my name?" He blurted before he realized how embarrassing that was. Instantly he flushed and hoped this was all a nightmare that he could wake up from.