I Know You (Destiel)

You Are Still an Intimidating Jock

Castiel

Incline Village, Nevada

I found Gabriel standing near the school's entrance, staring off into the distance with a small smile on his face. As I approached he shook his head and slightly and came back to reality. He saw me and beamed.

"Cassie," he called out.

I rolled my eyes and walked over, handing him his schedule and locker assignment. "Good luck, Gabriel," I said giving him a quick pat on the shoulder. I started walking away, but Gabriel hurried to walk next to me.

"So," he said excitedly, "what do you think about Sam?"

"I told you already, Gabe. Maybe."

"But Cassie," he said stretching out my name in annoyance, "I know you can read people well. Come one, what did you think?"

"Fine. I think you do have a chance," I replied.

Gabriel beamed and put even more pep in his step.

"Don't get too excited," I said, "I saw him for five seconds and I know nothing about him. Get to know him first, then maybe think about... dating."

"Oh don't say dating like it's such a terrible thing, Cas. We all know you're more of the no attachments type, but that doesn't mean you have to be such a 'Debbie Downer' all the time."

I just huffed and walked away.

"Bye, Cassie!" 

I didn't respond.

***

Classes were almost unbearable. Everyone already knew each other seeing as it was senior year and all these people had been together for several years if not their entire lives. I sat in the back corner and sketched quietly as I watched old friends greet one another. I drew small birds up the side of my paper, wishing I could be free to fly rather than trapped in another "cage."

Then, unfortunately, it was time for lunch. I hated lunch. It was when I sat by myself and tried to block out the loud noises of all the other students, wishing I could be anywhere else. When the bell rang, I was first out of the room. I almost sprinted all the way to the cafeteria. I rushed to get my food and finally sat down. Luckily, since I had run, I got a table to myself.

I ate with my head down, staring at my tray as I heard hordes of students begin to file in. I was in the middle of shoving fries into my mouth when I heard someone sit down across from me. I looked up just as I heard the person say, "Is this seat taken?"

Then I saw the person's face. It was Dean. Of course, that was just my luck. I shook my head in response to his question since my mouth was, at the moment, full of fries. Once I had swallowed, I asked, "Why are you sitting with me?"

"Wow, that was blunt," he said.

"I am sorry. I just thought you had friends. You seem to be a popular person, so I don't think sitting with me will do anything good for you."

"I do have friends, but that doesn't mean I can't have another. What if I said I wanted to sit with you?"

"Then I would tell you I didn't believe you."

"Well, I want to sit with you."

"I don't believe you," I said, "I still think this is some sort of prank. Did your hockey teammates put you up to this?"

"My ho- How do you know I play hockey?" He asked in confusion.

"I'm in your English class. I saw you talking about captain voting for the winter with some of your teammates." I said nonchalantly. It wasn't weird that I knew that, right?

"Oh yeah. I saw you. Why'd you sit in the back? You could have come sit with me."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

Dean laughed, "You're right. If I were new I'm not sure I would want to go sit with the intimidating hockey jocks either."

"But you are an intimidating hockey jock," I said with a small smile to show I was joking... kind of.

Dean feigned being offended, "I can't believe you think that about me, Castiel. I can assure you I am nothing like the rest of them."

"Oh really?" I said, raising my eyebrow a little more.

"Definitely. I'm... uh... wait, give me a moment," Dean said. He looked to be deep in thought.

"See," I said, "you cannot prove that you are not an intimidating hockey jock, therefore you are an intimidating hockey jock."

Dean huffed. "How do I prove that I'm not?"

"Hmm," I said, "I actually don't know."

"I'll come up with something at some point," he said and began to start eating his burger.

It was silent for a few moments, then through a mouth full of burger, Dean asked, "So, do you play any sports?"

I shook my head and smiled slightly, "You are really not helping your argument. The first thing you ask about is sports? I though you were trying to prove you weren't a jock."

"I never said anything about 'not a jock,'" Dean said with a laugh, "I said 'not an intimidating jock.'"

"Fine," I said, pausing for a second before continuing, "and I play basketball and tennis."

"Oh really? I never pegged you for the basketball type," Dean said.

"You've known me for less than a day, Dean. How would we have talked enough for you to know what sport I play?"

"It's just... well... you don't look like a basketball person. I can see you playing tennis, but basketball?"

"Ah, I understand. You are basing off stereotypes."

Dean spluttered, "What?! No, I... Okay, maybe you're right. I shouldn't do that, I know how incorrect stereotypes can be."

I wondered what he meant by that, but I let it go. I just nodded in response and ate a few more fries. I continued eating in comfortable silence while Dean kept glancing over at me occasionally. I calmly said, "Dean, I can see you looking at me. Why?"

Dean grew red under my scrutinizing gaze, "Umm, I was just wondering how you weren't dying of heat while wearing such a big jacket."

I froze. I felt my wings tense against my back. People were noticing the jacket already. Of course they were noticing it already, it was pretty conspicuous. I didn't know what I was really expecting. Did I really think nobody would ask about the jacket? No, not really; I just didn't think it would be on the first day.

Realizing I had been silent for too long, I coughed and said, "I'm fine actually."

Dean gave me a weird look, but continued eating. I just tried to calm myself down. The last thing I needed today was having to rush off and free my wings for a while. Whenever I felt extremely nervous, I would begin to feel trapped and my wings would need to be released to get rid of the claustrophobia. It didn't help that my wings were already agitated by the presence of Dean, all handsome in his jeans and leather jacket.

I took many calming breaths and managed to relax my body. I looked down at my remaining food and realized I wasn't hungry anymore. I picked up my stuff and started to leave.

"Wait!" Dean called.

I turned around.

"Can I at least have your phone number?"

I gave him a strange look.

"Not like that," he said with a smile, and my heart dropped, "I just want to be able to talk outside of school. You seem cool."

"Okay," I said, setting my tray back down on the table. I took Dean's proffered phone, typed in my number, and texted myself. "There," I said, handing the phone back.

"Thanks, Castiel. See you around."

"Bye, Dean," I said, walking away. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Must be the text I sent to myself. I threw away my remaining food and walked to my next class. I sat alone in the back corner and sketched again. This time I didn't draw birds. This time I drew a boy with freckles and green eyes and the most infectious smile I had ever seen. This time I drew Dean.