Et tu, Brute? [Destiel AU Fic]

Chapter One

Dean Winchester slowed his ‘67 Chevy Impala in front of a crosswalk as Sam quickly pulled his bag off the floor onto his lap and pulled at the door handle.

“Now you’re sure you don’t want me to go in with you, to make sure you know where to go?”

“Dean I’m in middle school. You don’t need to look after me anymore.” Dean smiled sadly to himself as Sam bent over, grabbing a loose notebook off of the floor of the impala, allowing him to see a small scar on his cheek, reminding him that Sam would always need him to look out for him.

“Alright. Well, I’ll be back here at 3:30 to pick you up. Got it?”

“Yeah Dean.” Sam slammed the door and hurried away from the car, not looking back. Dean watched him until he disappeared into the middle school building before driving away, toward his own new school.

He looked up at the building, unsure of how to feel. It had taken to whole summer, but he had finally convinced his dad to allow him to stay in one town, attending one school, for his final year of high school. It had taken extra persuading to get him to allow Sammy to be left with him, so that he could have at least one year not moving all over the country. He felt nervous, and yet excited. He had never thought of himself as someone to get excited about school, but this was his last chance, his final shot at at least a sort of normal life. He looked around him at the other students flooding into the school, so many people, so many that would still be around him in a month. He smiled to himself at the normal human bustle of getting into the school on time. No one seemed to think of how extraordinary it was. His eyes scanned over the traffic of students, until coming to rest on one boy who was sitting on the railing of the steps leading up to the school.

He looked like he was probably a senior, same year as Dean. His black hair was messy and, although the school was just a public school with no uniforms, he work a white button up shirt with a blue tie, loosened a bit. He wore glasses as he read intently from a book. It took Dean a moment to realize he was walking toward him. He found himself standing before him awkwardly. He shuffled, and stared at the boy, but he didn’t seem to notice. So, he moved and tried sitting on the railing next to him. Still, no response. He coughed awkwardly. Nothing.

“Hey, uh, what are you reading?” Dean asked feeling his face go red. The boy looked up, annoyed, an expression that vanished once he saw Dean.

“You don’t go here.” He stated. Dean laughed.

“Well, I do now, I’m new. Dean.” He offered his hand. The boy looked at it with uncertainty for a moment, before taking it.

“Castiel.”

“Nice to meet you Cas. So you didn’t answer. What are you reading?”

“Julius Caesar by Shakespeare.” Cas said, cheeks flushing a bit.

“Is it for class?”

“No, I just... I like Shakespeare. I think his writing is genius.”

“Huh... I’ve never heard of Julius Caesar, I know about Romeo and Juliet and Midsummer Nights Dream and the girly ones like those. What’s this one about? Ol’ Caesar’s love life?”

“It’s not actually ‘girly’ at all. It’s about a plot to kill Caesar. It’s got betrayal and war and tragedy in it. It’s good.”

“That actually sounds... kinda cool.”

“It does?” Cas tilted his head, making eye contact with Dean for the first time since their conversation started. Dean was taken off guard by his strikingly blue eyes.

“Uh... yeah! Do you... Would you mind if I borrowed it?” At this Cas’s face lit up.

“Sure! I’ve read it plenty of times, I could probably recite it from memory.” He handed the book to Dean. “Just, um, just remember to give it back when you’re finished.” Dean smiled.

“Of course.” The bell rang, causing Dean to look around him for the first time since sitting next to Cas and realize that everyone else had gone into the building. He turned back to say good bye, but Castiel was gone.