Hold me, Angel. (destiel)

Chapter 1

Heyy this is my first story please tell me what u like or dislike -Spades

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*Dean*

He woke up in the front seat of the Impala. It was Sunday afternoon and they were pulling up into a cheap hotel.

"Get up boys." John said nudging them. "Grab your shit, let's go."

Dean grabbed his duffle bag and carried it in through a small door and put in on the bed farthest from the door, even though he knew he'd be sleeping on the futon in the corner. He was now the shortest Winchester. Sammy had passed him up when he turned 15, little bastard. He was like ten feet tall. Speaking of the devil, Sam walked in all droopy eyed. He set his stuff down and laid down.

"I signed you up for a school down the street. You guys can take the Impala. I'll be using my bike to get to work. I think we should be staying here for awhile." John said to them.

"Yea if you can keep a job." Sam mumbled under his breath.

Dean threw a cushion from the futon at him and gave him a stare which clearly said:

'Shut up, Sammy!'

"Oh, and Dean try not to fail again." John said

He nodded in response. He was currently setting up the bed because he was all worn out. He doubted they'd be here for long. He laid on the small mattress and passed out.

*_*

"Get up, Dean. " Sam said throwing a shirt on him.

"Ughhh. " Dean sighed.

He went to the bathroom and turned on the sink and splashed his face with cold water. He threw on a red t-shirt and some dark blue jeans.

"C'mon Sammy ! " He shouted walking out the Impala.

Sammy sat in the front seat, book in one hand coffee in the other. He was such a nerd.

"It's Sam."

Dean drove for about 5 minutes before they got to the school.

" Deja vu." Dean sighed.

"Well yes, that's what it feels like when you fail senior year."

"Bitch" was Dean's response.

"Jerk" Sam said getting out of the car.

Dean parked and raced after him. They walked together to the office.

"Um we are new or whatever." Dean said to the chick at the front desk.

"Are you the Winchester boys?" She asked.

"Yea."

"Ok" she smiled handing them two schedules.

Dean had Chemistry and Sam had Advanced Math 2.

"Show off." Dean said as they walked there separate ways.

When Dean got to his class he caught the eye of a brunette. He put his stuff in the back and winked at her. She blushed and turned away. When the class ended he went to talk to her in the hall. He leaned against the locker and twirled a piece of her hair.

"I'm Dean" he said.

"Dean, cute. I'm Lisa. Your new, right?" she replied, while she licked her lips.

Before Dean had a chance to anwser some asshat ran into him. He turned around.

"What the hell, man."

He looked down at the boy picking up the books he had dropped. Then the smaller boy looked up and Dean was blown away by the gorgeous blue eyes looking up at him. He could get lost in those. He squated down to help.

*Castiel*

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, he thought to himself. He had just ran straight into some hunk and dropped all his stuff. He immediately got on his knees to pick up his stuff.

"What the hell, man!" The guy said.

He sounded really mad. Castiel looked up, the guy looked mad too. The boy stared down at him and the anger slowly disappeared from his face. He squated down to help. The girl behind him rolled her eyes and walked away.

"Um, hi I'm Dean." He said handing him a book.

Their fingers touched when he took the book. He looked up to respond but Dean wasn't looking at him. He followed his eyes and realized he was staring at the rainbow bracelet on his wrist. He pulled the sleeve of his trenchcoat so the bracelet was covered.

"I'm Castiel. Uh, sorry about that."

"No, it's my bad." Dean said.

"It really wasn't. I should've been paying attention."

"It's whatever. I'm uh, Dean. I'm new"

" I know you said that, I mean your name." Cas said with a smile.

Was he okay? Had Castiel's bracelet made him uncomfortable

"Oh, uh, do you know how to get to Theater Arts?" Dean replied nervously.

"Um yea. You have Theater Arts next?" Castiel replied standing up.

"Yea." Dean said standing and handing Castiel his schedule.

"Me too. Which means we have the same lunch. First lunch, it's to early for my taste, basically breakfast." He said as he started to walk away. "Well c'mon, Dean."

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