Make the Most of It (Destiel AU)

Cute Boy

Recap:
"My name is Gabriel. But you can call me Gabe. Now, do you want that push or not?"
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Sam graciously accepted, and for the rest of the period he talked to Gabe. "Why aren't you in gym?" Sam asked curiously, in between soaring up and down.
"I saw you out here, got a little curious, and God knows I don't want to run around a track all sweaty for an hour. You're the new kid. Sam, right?" Called Gabe.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I have my sources." Sam looked back to see the small boy wiggle his eyebrows and he laughed.
"Hey, I have a big brother who goes to this school, too. His name is Castiel. I wonder if Cassie and your brother know each other?" Gabe said thoughtfully, glancing hard at the wood chips beneath his feet.

While the 9th graders had gym, the 12th graders had lunch, so Dean was stuck dragging his tray through the crowded room looking for a place to sit while the rest of Sam's grade jogged three miles. He turned around to see if he could pick Sammy out of the mob and then BOOM, THUD and a big SPLAT as Dean's lunch rained down on the innocent bystander Dean bumped into. He looked cute, with spiky black hair, piercing blue eyes and a long trench coat, despite being covered in food. The entire lunchroom erupted into laughter at the poor boy, teasing and pointing at him.
Castiel was having his official worst day ever. His classes were impossible, his mom had given him a 30 minute lecture on missing 10 minutes of church, and now he had food all over him from this obnoxious son of a biscuit who wasn't looking where he was going.
Castiel took a second look at him, taking in his artfully mussed hair, strong cheekbones and deep green eyes. Then, he wished with all his heart he wasn't gay so he wouldn't have to watch the boy with his girlfriend because no way in hell did Cass have a chance with him. His mind went blank at the sheer attractiveness of him and all he could do was apologize.
"Why are you apologizing to me? I'm the one who ran into you. Sorry for that, by the way." Cute boy's voice is calm and soothing. It was all Cass could do not to let out an audible sigh.
The boy offered one strong arm and Cass took it, slowly getting to his feet. The boy's hands were calloused but warm and Castiel held on to them longer than was polite. Cute boy's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I'm Dean Winchester. What's your name?"
"I-I'm Castiel Novak. But my friends call me Cass."
"Well, Cass, we should probably get you cleaned up. Do you know where the bathrooms are? I'm new here."
"I'm new here, too. But I can find the bathrooms on my own." Cass say, looking slightly embarrassed.
"I'm coming with you." Says Dean insistently, so Castiel has no choice but to bring him along. They wander the empty hallways of the school, and find the bathroom after only a little while of searching. Surprisingly, it's in great shape for a school bathroom. Its tiled walls and marble counters are something he'd expect to see in a Ladies' room, but Dean isn't complaining. It even smells good because of the air freshners.
Dean brushes off Cass's shoulders and the back of his coat, and he can feel the muscles beneath. He can't help himself, he runs his fingers through Cass's silky hair under the pretense of getting out more food, but he keeps going for a while after there's no food left. Castiel tries wiping off the milk stains from his fancy blazer and coat, but the won't come out.
"Here. I know a little trick." Dean fills the sink up with cold water and realizes that Cas will have to take off his shirt to dip the parts that are wet into the sink.
"Um, Cass?" Dean nervously says "I'm gonna need you to, um, take off your shirt. So we can get the the milk out. Um, sorry. Again." What was wrong with him? He usually had no problems talking with girls, let alone guys. Something about Cass, like the way he ran his fingers through his hair when he was trying to think, or the innocent shyness Cass has, makes Dean's heart beat a little harder, lungs breathe a little faster, and his brain search for the perfect thing to say to him.
Castiel slowly takes off his trench coat, folds it over the sink, then pulls his shirt over his head. A muffled "Crap." Comes through the fabric. "Wait. Are you.... Stuck?" Dean says with a laugh.
Cass sighs, "Yes, Dean. Now could you please help me?"
As Dean moves to help him, he notices Cass's slimly muscled chest, and can't help but stare because Cass is even more beautiful than he had imagined. He wonders what it would be like to kiss him, Dean's lips sliding over- "No Dean, focus." he thinks to himself and gently pulls the rest of Cass's shirt off.
Inside the shirt, Cass is mortified with humiliation. He couldn't even take his own shirt off! But he was glad to have Dean helping him. From the first moment Cass saw him, he wanted to be friends, or maybe more with Dean. Suddenly, his shirt was being lifted over his head and he could feel Dean's breath on him, filling him with all sort of sinful thoughts. He banishes them from his brain, he's not supposed to have feelings for boys. Hurriedly, Cass slaps on a smile to assure Dean he's okay.
" Finally." Cass says with a grin, " it was getting hot in there." Dean laughs too and together they get all the stains out and dry Cass's clothes under the hand dryer before the bell rings. "What's your next class?" Dean asks Cass as they walk down the hallway together.
"I have gym." He replies, mournfully. "Cool. I have gym, too." Dean says excitedly, "hey, um, can I have your number? Just in case.... Um .... We have homework."
"For gym?" Cass chuckles.
"Um. Crap. I mean... Just never mind." Dean internally curses himself for being so forward. You just screwed up your chances with the cutest boy- I mean, coolest boy- you've ever met. What were you thinking? Dean scolds himself, wincing at the awkward silence.
Castiel's day suddenly got a whole lot better. Thank god Dean wasn't too shy to ask for his number. Cass would have been paralyzed with fear if he tried to do the same. "Of course." He says, rooting around in his bag to find a pen to write it down. He grabs a pen, but can't find paper. He has no choice but to ask an amused Dean to hold out his hand so he can write his number down. The bell rings for sixth period, telling them they're late. Together, they run down the hallway to the locker rooms, smiling because maybe life isn't so hopeless after all.
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Sorry for the loooong chapter I didn't know where to end it. Comment if you liked it.
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