Destiel One Shots

That Asshole Novak (Punk!Castiel Vs. Jock!Dean)

Dean was popular. Tons of friends, well-liked, good looks, charming, captain of the football team, and basically perfect.

Castiel wasn't too different.

Girls and guys alike fawned over him. He was extremely attractive with jet black hair with electric blue streaks running through it that matched his eyes, which were outlined perfectly in black eyeliner.

He wore torn skinny jeans and leather jackets over band t-shirts. Black nail polish on his nails basically just because he hated conforming to society. He sassed all the teachers and was the stereotypical sarcastic asshole who everyone loved for some reason.

At least, that's what Dean thinks.

The two boys hated each other. Dean had a stick up his ass and Castiel was too damn frustrating. The whole school was taking bets on whether they would kill or make out with each other.

It all went to shit on a Thursday. (TAS survivors: ayyyy)

Dean was in detention for getting into a fight and Castiel was in detention for just being well... Castiel.

So here they were, sitting in an empty classroom (the teacher having gone off somewhere that's not really important to the story) and glaring each other down.

"Fuck off, Novak." Castiel raised his hands and smirked over his combat boots resting on the desk in front of him.

"I didn't say anything." Dean glared harder, if that was even possible.

"You were thinking, you shouldn't think. It doesn't suit you." Castiel rolled his eyes.

"Oh? So golden boy Winchester thinks he knows what's best for me?" He dropped his feet down and swung his backpack over one shoulder.

"Where are you going? Detention doesn't get out for another hour."

"Guess who gives a fuck? Cause it sure ain't me." And he just waltzed out the door. Dean huffed in frustration and stalked after Cas.

He backed him up against a wall, jabbing a finger at Castiel's chest.
"What the hell is your problem? You put on this tough guy act. You act like a douchebag. But really, I think you're just scared of me."

The boy laughed, a slow chuckle at first but soon turned into full belly laughter as he looked at Dean, but he couldn't see what was so funny. The laughter felt hurtful.

"You think... you really think I'm scared of you?" He wheezed out, out of breath from laughing so hard. "Oh. Oh that is priceless." He wiped a tear from his eye and smirked at Dean, just before flipping them around, making Dean gasp.

"Did you- did you just gasp Winchester?" Dean glared at Cas and tried to push him off but the guy was deceivingly strong.

"Not gonna lie, I'm getting a kick out of this, seeing you all hot and bothered." Dean swallowed as Castiel's face got closer, still a stupid smirk on those... chapped, perfect lips that he was now staring at and oh god Cas was laughing again.

"Oh, you've got it bad Winchester." He stared at Dean through half-lidded eyes, pupils half dilated an his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Seconds later those lips were on his own, moving roughly.

Dean melted into the kiss, lips moving with Cas's angrily and moaning until he realized what was happening and pushed the other boy away.

Castiel laughed as he was shoved off Dean.

"But Deanie, I thought we were just getting started? You sounded like you enjoyed it." Dean wiped Castiel's saliva off his mouth and walked away.

"Call me!" Dean flipped him off over his shoulder.

The next day Dean was about ready to strangle Novak.

He had been walking down the hall talking to his friend Benny, when a sharp slap landed on his ass and he turned to see that blue haired freak wink at him and disappear around the corner.

He heard Benny laughing and turned back to scowl at his best friend.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Benny pointed behind him where Sam was passing a hat around to collect money.

"That bastard." He muttered, before realizing what he said and yelled, "We aren't together! Novak is just an asshole!" When his response just elicited more laughter, Dean angrily stomped into his history class.

Dean had endured jeering taunts all day like, "Cas is down the hall if you want to make out with him." and "You Novak's new boy toy?" And honestly he was about ready to scream.

His friends were so much worse, teasing him about his 'boyfriend' until he slammed his hands down on the table and yelled, "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" To which they all rolled their eyes with mumbled 'whatever's and kept eating.

He was so fed up and ready to burst when a kid threw a condom at him and yelled "Be safe!" Much to the amusement of the people in the hall around him.

So naturally, he pulled Cas into an empty classroom when he saw him in the hallway.

"We gonna make out?" He said jokingly, but upon seeing the furious expression on Dean's face his smirk slipped for a second, just a second.

"What?" Cas asked, and Dean punched him.

"I've been enduring taunts and innuendos all day and the only thing you have to say is 'what'?" Castiel at least had the decency to look angry as he wiped a bit of blood from his mouth.

"What the hell, Dean? I mean sure, some of those comments go a little too far, but that doesn't warrant punching me!"

"Well if you would think for a minute before slapping my ass, falsely leading the whole school to believe that we," Dean gestured between him and Cas wildly, "have anything going on between us, then you wouldn't have been punched."

Cas smirked and opened his mouth to say something- probably a one liner about how Dean probably 'enjoyed the ass smack'- but Dean foresaw this a threw his hands up in the air.

"You know what? I have no idea why I'm even trying to have a serious conversation with you! Fuck you, Novak!"

"Dinner first." Cas said. Dean turned and tried to storm out of the classroom but Cas caught his arm.

"Dean wait." Dean turned a glared at Castiel.

"What?" He asked sharply, green eyes cutting into Castiel's. He pulled Dean in and sealed their lips together. Mouths sliding with each other rather than against. Sparks trickled down Dean's spine, and his hand moved to Cas' hip.

It wasn't like the kiss they had shared the day before, all rushed and angry, it was soft, gentle almost. Cas moved his hands up to cup Dean's cheek.

Cas broke the kiss and Dean whimpered. Cas rolled his eyes.

"You really are the bottom." Dean glared and swatted at him playfully.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Asshole."

"Jock."