I'm going to do playlist writing, just listening to pandora and whatever song comes on, I listen to it and write a destiel short that reminds me of the song. Oh please Chuck please don't let me fail. (Punk!Dean and Punk!Cas)
Castiels POV
The bell rang, class was over.
Finally!
I scooped up my books single handedly and almost ran out of the classroom. I walked down the halls, being gawked at and whispered about. But I didn't care, they were all idiots. Still I was mad. I was in the middle of thinking of all the things i would say to them if I could, when I tripped over my untied shoelace. I fell to the floor in the middle of the after school rush.
perfect.
Of course I was surrounded by people laughing and pointing at me. I scrambled off the floor to my knees and started picking up my books. I saw a shadow in front of me, and just brushed it off as another kid laughing at me. Instead, he bent down to my level and started picking up my books for me. He had piercings on his ears and brows, and dirty blonde hair with blue streaks in it. He was wearing an ACDC shirt, and had tattoos on his arms. They were beautiful. I studied the lyrics of Hey Jude written on his left arm, next to roses and some odd looking symbols.
Deans POV
I took half the boys books under my arm and the other half in my other hand. I stood up and shifted all his things to on side, so that I can use my other hand to help him up. "Thanks." Said the boy as he took my hand. My eyes caught attention to his hair. It was dark brown and messy. The sides of his head were shaved, and made a cross on the right side. He had on a black t shirt and some ripped jeans. He looked thin but I could tell underneath he was muscular. Cute. "Dean." I said, shaking his hand. "Castiel." He had a deep voice, it was husky and scratchy. I offered to hold his books as I walked him to the busses. "So Cas, I've never seen you here before." I started, I wanted to get to know him.
Castiel
"I'm new." I replied. Nobody has ever called me Cas before, then again nobody has ever really talked to me at this school. Dean seemed different than everyone else, for one he actually seemed decent. But he was kind, and kind of hot. I wiped by face with my hand, realizing I was blushing. I heard Dean chuckle. His voice was low which made me blush even more. We got to where my bus was, and I took my books from him. "You like geometry?" He asked when he saw my math book. I do actually, I always liked math. It's really the only thing I like about Beacon Hills High. "Yeah." I answered, wondering where he was going with this. "Im a little rusty, maybe you can tutor me sometime?" My eyes widened a bit. He seemed pretty outgoing for a punk like me. I stuttered a bit but i managed to choke the words, "Y-yeah, s-sure." The next thing I know I was being handed a piece of paper with his number scribbled on it. "I'll see you around Castiel." He waved off and I went aboard the bus. I sat alone in the seat in in the very back. I took out my headphones from my backpack and turned on some Misfits. It's about a 20 minute bus ride to my house, so I decided to get some homework done. My stop came and I hopped off the bus and opened the door to my house. I lived with my father and two siblings, Gabriel and Balthazar. They were both doing homework while my dad was watching some dumb reality show, so I went straight to my room. I looked at the pile of papers in my bag and slumped onto my bed. I really was not in the mood for homework. I took the peice of paper with Deans number out from my pocket. I just held it in front of my face for a minute debating whether or not I should call him.
Dean
My phone rang from my bag, which was thrown on the floor in the living room. I got up from the couch and tried to search through my backpack, cluttered with overdue homework and books. "Dean!" My little brother yelled from his room. He did that every time my phone rang, as if i can't hear the loud rock music coming from my phone. He came out into the living room with protein bar in his hand and an agitated look on his face. "Relax Sammy I got it." I said, hinting him to leave me alone. "It's Sam." He muttered as he went back into his room. Finally I found my phone and answered it.
