Collection of Destiel

Denial

Prompt from anon: Castiel hates dean. He has no idea why.. But just the thought of dean makes his stomach ache. Not until cas is blindly looking at him in English class does it hit him. He has been crushing on him.

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Those fucking eyes, Castiel Novak glowered to himself as he sat in his AP Lit class,they are the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen. It's like they're photo shopped. What an asshole.

As the class wore on, Castiel let his eyes wonder to the star quarterback who was idly sitting a few chairs to the right. Dean Winchester was the only thing in school that made Castiel physically sick. Every time he witnessed that snarky smile of the way he leaned closer to a cheerleader, Cas wanted to vomit. Dean thought he was hot shit, but Cas knew that he was nothing but a body suit.

That stupid smirk. I just want to punch it as hard as I can and ruin it. What a dick.Castiel felt his cheeks redden as he glared down the plump lips of the football player. I bet he just thinks he is soooo gorgeous. What a pretentious prick.

Without paying much attention to Dean, Castiel kept staring at the lips and before he knew it, class was almost over. If only he could make Dean transfer to another class. The asshole was making him miss notes while he was sitting here hating him. Then, just as if by accident, Castiel raised his glare and met Dean's confused stare. They stayed like that a moment, the football player confused and the nerd angry, before the bell rang out sending kids scrambling up toward the door.

That bell awakened something deep in Castiel's brain as he kept his eyes on the football player. Those lips, those eyes... they were hypnotizing in a way that made Castiel soon flush. He didn't hate Dean, he hated that he couldn't have Dean. Castiel cursed his newfound discovery which only made his brow furrow deeper.

He let his eyes fall down to his book as he tried to pack them up. It was almost easier just hating Dean and his goddamn gorgeous face than thinking of kissing it. That thought seized up Cas' entire body and made an eruption of a familiar feeling warm his lower stomach. All at once he couldn't get the thought of pressing Dean up against the wall out of his mind.

"Fuck." He let out as soft breath and gathered the last of this things.

"You got a problem?" An all too familiar voice spoke up from behind Castiel.

Cas turned and was met with a confused expression from Dean Winchester. They hadn't spoke two words to each other all year and now Cas was ready to explode if he didn't get away.

"No. Of course not."

"Then why the hell were you glaring at me ALL class?" Dean took a step closer and Castiel realized they were alone in the classroom. Even the teacher had stepped out.

"I-uh- I was just thinking about something and I must have zoned out. Sorry." Castiel tried to smile but he knew it was fake and almost pained looking. In truth, with Dean's eyes focused on him, Castiel felt his knees buckle. This fucker is so fucking hot how did I notice before? God damn it I might explode right here and now. Fuck those eyes.

"I have caught you glaring at me like four times this week. Did I do something?" Dean's eyes searched Cas desperately.

"No, course not." Castiel stuttered over an excuse as he saw Dean take a step closer to him almost invading his personal space. "What-"

"It really hurt me to see you glaring at me. I don't want you angry. In fact, this whole year so far I have been trying to catch your eye." Dean smiled warmly as he brought a finger up and lightly traced it along Cas' jawline receiving a shiver from the boy. "Every day I would watch you, only to see you staring at me like I was the devil."

"I-I just-arent you-I mean- cheerleaders?" Castiel couldn't find words as his mind reeled with what was happening. Not ten minutes ago he was hating Dean for being so goddamn straight and gorgeous. Now he couldn't calm the loud ache in his chest.

"Have you ever seen me date one? Kiss one?" Dean leaned a little closer to Castiel. "I just wanted you to like me. Do you like me?"

Castiel nodded as he swallowed a dry stop in his mouth and looked up into those eyes in almost fear. "I like you."

"Good." Dean stood back, breaking the tension so easily, and shoved his hands into his jean pockets. "How about burgers this Thursday? I know a great place."

"Uh-okay." Castiel couldn't for the life of him understand why this was happening, be he welcomed it. Dean Winchester had asked him on a date. Damn, those eyes are just to die for. How did I ever hate this guy?

"Better not glare at me the whole time, Castiel. It kind of freaks me out."

"No glaring." But I can't promise I won't stare.