Can I Call You Cas? ( DESTIEL HIGHSCHOOL AU )

Chapter 1: The Backstory/ First Day of School

Lawrence, Kansas November 2nd, 1983

Mary had just put Sam in his crib when she heard a noise. She got up quickly and ran to his nursery to see a black figure standing beside it. She screamed, but the mysterious figure pushed her against the wall with his extended outward. John soon ran in. "MARY!" He screamed as she was being slowy guided up the wall to the celling. He stomach was split open, staining the middle of her nightgown with blood. John quickly grabbed Sam and ran out if the room to give him to Dean, who was standing outside. "Take your brother outside, now!" He exclaimed as he pushed Dean away from the nursery door. He ran back in to she Mary pinned against the celing, fire erupting from beneath her.

* PRESENT DAY *

Dean's P.O.V

I just parked the baby ( my beloved black 4-door '67 Chevy Impala ) outside of our new school and took the keys out of the ignition. I looked over at my little brother Sammy and said ," Freshman Year, Sammy. Your gonna love it! At least I know I did." Sam looked at me and said "Because you had girls falling at your feet, I'm the complete opposite." "Try to be less of a nerd this year, you're in highschool." " Whatever." Sam said and scoffed.

I grabbed my black Jansport backpack from the back seat and slung it over one shoulder. I got out of the car and walked to the front of the school, looking around and seeing all the little cliques hanging out. Sam walked up beside me. "I'm not going to help you. I had to figure it out on my own and so are you." I said while looking at Sam. "At least goto the office with me to get my schedule." Sam pleaded. "Fine."

I walked down the corridor into the office at the end. The lady at the desk looked like she had a pencil stuck where the sun don't shine. She had a terrible case of R.B.F or resting bitch face. Me and Sam walked up to the counter and I said " I'm Dean and this is Sam Winchester, we are new here and we were wondering if we could get our schedules?" She looked up at us harshly and said, " Fine." She opened up one of the filing cabnets and rusteled through a few papers untill she pulled out a couple and handed them to us. "There." She said and went back to doing something on her computer. I walked out of the office, Sammy still with me and I said, "Good luck!"and pushed him away from me. He stomped off and then I started making my way ( downtown lol no 😂😂😂😂 ) to my new class. Oh, I should probably tell you somethings about myself:

My name is Dean Winchester, I'm bisexual, my favorite color is black, I'm 16, and I love my car a little too much to be honest. Oh, another SLIGHT detail, I'm a hunter. No, not pig or deer or dove. Supernatural creatures. Yup, I hunt the things that go bump in the night.

I walked in my class and peered around. The basic jock was sitting in the front on the top of the desks talking to some cheerleaders. Then there were the nerds working on something in the middle. But, in the very back, sat a lonely boy in a beige trenchcoat, his head was buried in some sketchbook. This intrigued me. The bell inturrupted my thoughts and I walked up to the teacher and told her I was new.

She waited for the class to settle down before she introduced me. "Class, we have a new student. This is Dean Winchester. " "Hey, I'm Dean and I like black and my Impala. "

As I walked down the isle, all the girls stared at me, as usual, not to brag or anything 😉. I was still intrested in Trenchcoat Boy. When I reached the back, I plopped down in the chair next to him. I peered over his shoulder to try and see what he was drawing. It was a beautiful rose. " I like your drawing." I whispered to him, hoping he would talk to me. "Thanks." He muttered without taking his eyes off the book. His. Voice. It was deep and gravely and ugh. " Where did you learn to draw like that?"

Castiel's P.O.V

" Where did you learn to draw like that?" Why do you keep talking to me, I don't like talking to people. I thought. Nobody ever talks to me because they think I'm some kind of loner. This kid obviously didn't get the message. I closed my sketchbook because I knew he wasn't gonna stop. " I don't know, it's just natural. " I said. When he got introduced I didn't really pay attention, so I still didn't know his name. His voice sounds cute though. Stop it Castiel. I mentally scolded myself. Oh, I'm Castiel Novak by the way, I'm gay ( most of the reason nobody hangs out with me ) , my favorite color is blue, and I'm 16. Oh, and I kinda used to be an angel. I lost my grace so it doesn't matter anymore. I looked up at the new boy and I stopped at his eyes. Oh, my, gosh, they were like emralds. "What's your name?" He asked me. " Uh, it's Castiel. " I replied. " Thats cool. I'm Dean. Dean Winchester. " " I'm Castiel. Castiel Novak. " I said, mimicking him. "Hey. Can I call you Cas?"