Challenge Accepted [ destiel ]

It's My Life

HAPPY HALLOWEEN
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//Dean

· In a French accent like the one in Spongebob : One Week Later ·

Dean's heart was racing.

Every time he thinks of Cas, his heart races faster than the blood pumping in his system. Races harder than his surprise morning wood he gets whenever he thinks about shirtless Cas.

It's been a week, and Dean hasn't stopped smiling.

He remembers the nonstop texts he gets from Castiel since then, getting closer and closer everyday, and it was scaring the hell out of Dean.

Dean was grabbing his books in his locker, then was greeted by Barry.

"So, how was the big date with the school's top badass?" Barry nudges as Dean pushed his glasses further up his nose.

Barry kept pestering Dean about how that night went. How Barry found out, Dean had no idea.

"For the last time, it wasn't a date, Barry," Dean tried to convince him, "All we did was coffee, go to the Roadhouse, he helped me with my glasses and we stayed in his car for a bit."

"Ooh, kinky," Barry opened up his own locker, one away from Dean, grabbing his physics book. "You don't have to tell me anything about that."

Dean's ears turned pink, "Dude--"

He was interrupted by the sound of his locker being slammed shut by a big guy with eyes like a pit bull and shaggy black hair.

Behind him stood two guys, one of them he recognizes as Alastair, the other one had a murderous expression and a buzzcut.

"So it's true..." The one that slammed his locker snarled, taking a step closer to Dean, "You became Castiel's bitch."

The other two guffawed as they had Dean cornered. Dean pressed his books against his chest, praying for the bell to ring, not that it'll change anything.

He can't fight all three of them, not when they all had killer instincts.

Barry tried to help Dean, but was cut off by Buzzcut who slammed him into the lockers.

"Leave him alone, Matt!" Barry squeaked, "He didn't do anything!"

"I-I don't know who you are..." Dean gritted his teeth, backing up against the lockers, 'Matt' closing in on him.

"How rude of us," Buzzcut called, "My name is Lenny Snart."

"I'm Matt Sloan," Matt stepped closer, causing Dean to dig his back into the lockers more.

"Alastair," Alastair replied, cutting off any running away Dean or Barry can do.

"Is this...Cassie's hoodie?" Matt noticed as he danced his fingers around the drawstring. "I thought he love this old thing."

Matt tightened the drawstring, slowly, causing Dean to choke, unable to breathe. He dropped his books and tried his best to keep his conscience. Matt threw a hard punch into Dean's face.

"W-why?"

"Why are we doing this?" Matt teased, now nose to nose with Dean, "Because we hate Castiel with a burning passion."

"Boo, you whore," Another voice joined in.

Matt turned around and saw an angry, blue eyed senior with a faded gray t-shirt and black jeans. His tattoos were visible and his tongue ran along his bottom lip and his piercing, "What else is new?"

Matt released his grip on the drawstring and Dean let out a gasp of air. "We will burn you, Castiel. You think you're so badass. But we are your worst nightmares, and I've been to juvy three times. I will make you tear apart in pieces--"

"Blah, blah, blah, 'no prison can hold me.' Heard it all before, pal." Castiel rolled his eyes, using his hands to mouth off his words, "Let's just skip to the fun part.."

Castiel immediately threw a punch into Matt's jaw. Matt swung, but missed Cas and ended up nailing Lenny instead.

Lenny released his grip on Barry, both Dean and Barry slid their backs down the lockers, watching them fight, too shock to move. Alastair kneed Cas on the stomach, but Cas took his leg and kicked Lenny himself.

All three ended up on the ground, their faces covered in blood, cuts and bruises.

Castiel was injured too, but he still managed to rise above the rest. He leaned down grabbing all three of them by their shirts, "Touch my friends again and I'll blind you."

Alastair and Matt took off to an other direction, but Lenny stayed and whispered something into Castiel's ear.

Afterwards, Lenny smiled triumphantly to himself and stumbled down the hall, opening a door into the janitors closet.

Castiel wiped the blood from his lip and turned to Dean and Barry.

"Are you okay?" More directed to Dean than Barry.

"Yeah," they both answered.

"We're fine," Barry stood up on his own, using the lockers as support. Dean leaned over and picked up his books, helped by Castiel.

"I think I'm gonna go to the restroom to freshen up," Barry said, strainly, "You guys--?"

Cas shook his head and held tight onto Dean's book, "I know a place I can fix ourselves before class starts."

Barry nodded, rubbing his back, "See you in Physics, Dean."

Dean waved bye to Barry and was helped up by Castiel.

"You didn't have to do that." Dean mumbled, snatching his book back from Cas.

"Well I did. I need you to take you to my dad's classroom," Castiel explained, "He's got first aid."

Dean nodded and grabbed Castiel's arm and slung it on his own shoulder. Castiel leaned onto Dean for support until they reached the classroom.

The lights were open, and Chuck was staring at his computer screen with his glasses on him, until he looked up and saw Castiel's beaten face.

"Again?" Chuck said as he got out of his seat and grabbed first aid, "Cmere, kiddo."

Dean let Cas sit on a desk, waiting for Chuck to open the kit.

"Umm..." Chuck began nervously, "Dean, Cassie, I gotta get today's assignment from the copy machine, so Dean, do you think you can--?"

"Yeah," Dean quickly agreed, "No problem," He took a look at the kit after Chuck left the room, leaving the boys alone to treat their wounds.

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A/N: Can school die along with my soul?

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