Challenge Accepted [ destiel ]

Gives You Hell

A/N: jfc there's something wrong with me i cant make up my mind there are so many chapter splits im doing this is the other half of American Idiot so if you already read it just scroll down thanks loves 💘
-Ro
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I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face!!
Bc school is a stressful place!!

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//Dean

Dean entered his fourth period, manage to go unnoticed, and saw the whole back row was taken by a handful of troublemaking looking punks, all wearing dark clothes and piercings.

Dean caught his eye where Barry sat, alone, his eyes scanning a piece of paper. No one went to sit next to him, so he approached.

"Is this spot taken?" Dean asked, smiling down.

"No, no, please take it," Barry insisted, "Rather you than those guys." He pointed behind him where people with dark clothes and dark features wrestling each other.

Dean smiled and sat down next to him, "So, Chuck is the history teacher?"

"Oh yeah, one of the bests," Barry nodded, "Two of his sons goes here, you know, and one of them is in the class right now." He looked over his shoulder, and Dean did the same, looking at a punk with raven black hair, sticking up in every which way. Oh geez, it was him again. Dean still doesn't know his name.

He had his feet on the table, clearly bored. He has a piercing on his bottom lip and wore a faded, tight AC/DC shirt, one of Dean's favorite bands, and dark blue ripped jeans, with a black hoodie (unzipped of course.)

It looked a little big on him, and in the back of it, there was angel wings. He has a streak of blue hair, and the tips were faded pink. He had this intense, sexy expression on his face. Wait, wait, sexy? No, Dean, stop staring--

His eyes. So. Fucking. Crystal. Electrical. Lightning. Blue. They were so blue, it made the sky jealous. It was so blue the ocean might think that someone stole a piece of them and constructed them into orbs.

Dean's glasses started to fall off his nose, that is, until Barry shook him.

"Dean? Dean!" Barry called him, pulling him from his trance.

"Huh, what?" Dean turned back to Barry, who smirked at him.

"Who were you staring at?" Barry playfully teased.

"Yeah, no, I was just thinking." Dean lied.

"I hope you weren't thinking dirty, because that tongue licking your lips says otherwise." Barry eyed as Dean noticed his lips had become wet. He pushed his glasses further up his nose and blushed.

The bell rang, and instead of coming through the door, Chuck stepped in through the window, his clothes were half pink and his hair sticking up everywhere.

Dean could see the family resemblance.

"SHUT THE WINDERS!" he shouted, "SHUT THEM BEFORE THE LITTLE DEMON GOES THROUGH!"

A girl with bright red hair quickly stood up and closed the windows. Someone slammed into them, holding a spray can of pink paint.