Insane Asylum (Destiel Fan Fiction)

(9) Famaliar Symbol

Castiel's P.O.V
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I walked down the hall, the new student following behind me. I looked at the windows of different classrooms as I passed, seeing students sitting at their desks and tapping their pencils against the desk - looking half asleep as they listened to the boring lesson. Some seniors had classes earlier than others. I turned my gaze away, wondering where should I send him to.

''Is there anywhere specific you'll like to see?'' I asked, turning to him. He looked shock for a moment, then raised a brow. He shrugged, digging his hands into his pockets.

Very helpful

I nodded at him, and turned back around. ''It's wiser if we grab your schedule. So once we're done, you could return back.'' I walked towards the direction to the office, feeling his presence very close behind me.

The two of us walked in silence to the office. I went from feet thudding on tiles, to soft silent steps on the black carpet. I head towards to the counter, and I raised a brow in curiosity at the sight.

Mrs. Ellen and Mrs. Naomi were undoing boxes.
Material for the storage room?
No, tin cans.

They pulled out grey, plain looking tin cans from the box. They placed them into food tray carts, which are usually sent to the cafeteria. Dean came beside me.

Mrs. Naomi turned the cart to send it out of the office, but froze when she saw me. She blinked, getting rid of the wide eyes.
"Good morning, gentlemen." She said,  keeping her eyes on Dean. Dean huffed, rolling his eyes. I furrowed my brows in confusion.
"Mornin' to you too." He replied, annoyance in his voice.

"You boys need anything?" She asked, drumming her filed nails one after another on to the desk.
"Yes ma'am. We need the schedules."
She nodded, opening a yellow file from her drawer. She opened it, fingers pulling a paper back as she scanned the pages. She pulled out a paper with a chart, and closed the file. She frowned at the sheet, and slammed it an the counter before us.
"Take it." She said sternly, turning back to the boxes. Ellen narrowed her eyes at her, giving her a disgusted look. (Which is very odd, because Ellen is very polite.)
Dean pulled the paper, and folded it. He made it from a rectangular sheet, to a layered square. He slipped it into his pocket.
"Thanks." He said. He turned to the mug which had pens and wooden pencils in. He snook a sharpened wooden pencil into his coat's pocket. He turned to me, smiling.
"Well, let's get to class."
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Dean's P.O.V
I followed Castiel to the office, scanning him. His trench coat stuck to him as he walked, and he stayed silent. He reached to the counter of the office, and I stood beside him.

The two staff members - the annoying blonde, Naomi and the brunette, Ellen were by boxes. They were inspecting tin cans, placing them on trays. Naomi turned around, shocked.
Her face then changed to annoyance.
Castiel raised a brow, and opened his mouth. He asked for the schedule.

She took her lovely time inspecting papers, and then slapped a paper on to the counter.

Girl, all we want is our schedule.

I scoffed, and took the paper. I inspected it, before I folded it, and placed it into the pocket of my jeans.

I looked to a tall mug, holding pencils and pens.
I only came for an investigation. I don't have any school supplies. I thought, left eye on Castiel. Yet, my head was turned away so I couldn't show him my face.
I could do test two.

I took the pencil, and pulled on my coat. I slid the pencil into the pocket. I rested the side back on to my chest, and turned around. Castiel raised a brow again, eyes darting from the mug to me.
"Well then." I said, clearing my throat. "Let's get to class."