Collection of Destiel

Picking On Cas

"If you wouldn't wear those glasses, maybe you'd get laid." Dean snorted as he combed his fingers through his brilliant blue hair and shoved Castiel's ribs.

Castiel glared over the rims of his glasses and felt a slight blush. "I don't need to get laid, Dean. I am quite happy without having sex."

Dean let out a roaring laugh as he stuck his tongue out revealing the stud that stuck out against the pink. He repositioned himself at the library table and leaned closer to whisper in Cas' ear. "I hear that nerds give the best head."

"Shut the fuck up." Castiel growled as he shoved Dean away and buried his face back into his book. He had given up long ago trying to find a good reason why punk upperclassman Dean was always trying to hang out with him.

"You are such a tease, Cas. You tell the school you're gay but you have no intentions of getting laid now? It's a waste of good media." Dean rolled his eyes and kicked his legs up on the table while relaxing back in the seat.

Castiel hated the nickname but when Dean said it, sometimes it wasn't too bad. His eyes raised and from the corner of his eye he could see Dean staring at him. All he had wanted was for some quiet study time in the library, but the punk succubus had tracked him down in the hallway and followed him. It amazed Castiel that Dean insisted on being friends, but only picked on him when they were together. It drove him crazy.

"Why do you care if I have sex? You have slept with every single cheerleader." Castiel muttered under his breath as he brought his eyes back to the book.

"And you could sleep with every single football player. I hear they are into glasses and good grades."

"Shut it." Castiel gritted his teeth and prayed Dean would stop poking fun at his sexual orientation.

"I was-"

Castiel slammed his fist on the table and the library seemed to stop. He turned and stood from the table with a deadly glare directed toward Dean. "Shut your fucking mouth, Dean. Leave me the hell alone. I told people about me being gay to shut them up. But all you do is sit here day in and day out picking on me for it. I have had enough."

Dean's jaw fell open a little as he looked at Cas with wide guilt ridden eyes. "Cas, I didn't-"

"It's Castiel." With those last cold words he gathered his things and left the library without so much as glancing back at Dean.

'

One week. It had been one week since Castiel's melt down in the library and every single day was Dean free. For the first few days it was nice, going about his business without the relentless nagging and jokes by Dean. But by the end of the week, he almost missed the obscure band tees, blue spiked hair, tattoos, but most importantly he missed those green eyes. Moments between classes in the hallways were always a hassle now. Because he was torn between searching for Dean, and trying to stay hidden.

The locker in front of him opened as it did between every class. Just another mundane day. Castiel didn't know why he missed Dean's jokes, it was almost like those jokes were better than the impending silence of his peers. No one ever noticed Castiel, until Dean.

"Novak." A rough voice came thundering behind him.

Castiel turned to see Crowley, the school bully standing in front of him with a sinister smirk. Castiel hadn't been bullied in weeks, and now he wondered what changed Crowley's mind.

"Seems you are a free agent, what with Winchester leaving you alone. Can't let a nerdy little gayboy go unbullied. So, you want me to beat you up now, or school?" Crowley cracked his knuckles and licked his lips.

Castiel took a deep breath but couldn't even find the effort to care anymore. "After school."

Crowley smirked devilishly. "Till then." The bully winked once before turning and towering down the hallway.

Castiel's eyes flicked down the hall and met those familiar piercing green eyes. He locked onto them a moment and couldn't deny the rage that seemed behind it. Castiel turned back to his locker and started to grab more books. A beating on the tip of his mind.

'

Crowley's fist connected with Castiel's jaw in a sickening crunch. Warm fogginess clouded Castiel's head as he stumbled back and tried to contain the scream. It wasn't his first time getting beaten up, but it didn't make it any less painful. Crowley was about to step into another swing when Castiel opened his eyes and saw Dean step between them. A black tour shirt cut off Castiel's view of the bully as Dean tensed and Castiel heard the sound of another punch. This time it was Crowley who let out a yelp and stumbled back.

"Leave him alone, asshole." Dean growled as he took a protective step back toward Castiel. "Or I will send your ugly as face to the emergency room."

Crowley huffed out but retreated after giving Castiel an iced stare. He could see the blood starting to rush from the bully's nose. Dean turned to face Castiel with wary eyes. They stayed locked for a few moments while Castiel tried to reason with why this guy had done that. Although Dean never beat him up, he still made fun of him on a daily basis.

"You alright?" Dean's eyes slowly melted as he looked over Castiel's face in worry. "I am sorry I didn't make it before he hit you."

"Why do you care?"

Dean flushed a little as he reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Look, Cas, I know that-"

"Don't call me that. You have no right to call me that. All you do is give me shit day in and day out. I don't understand you. I don't-" Castiel's voice started to raise and crack as he felt himself inch toward this punk.

"I was protecting you. When people thought I was picking on you, they didn't mess with you. I tried... I tried not to be that mean." Dean let out a deep breath and fumbled his hands on his sides. "I'm sorry, Castiel."

The sound of his full name from Dean's lips sounded strange and almost wrong. Castiel took in a deep breath and felt the soreness of his jaw. Those green eyes were still searching his, and for the life of him Castiel didn't want to lose Dean. He didn't want to lose the only person who ever stood up for him.

"I like you." Dean said at the aggravating silence. "And I just... maybe I went about it all wrong. I never meant to hurt your feelings. I just... I didn't know how to do it. How to get closer to you. I am an idiot."

"You are an asshole." Castiel said flatly.

Dean nodded solemnly. "I know."

"Will you take me home?" Castiel smirked a little and grabbed his bag that had been thrown to the ground.

"Of course, Castiel."

"It's Cas."