This is a Bad Idea (Destiel Teacher x Student AU)

Chapter 12

Castiel

The afternoon sunlight shone through the open window of the Novak's house; coincidentally hitting the hungover, sleeping teenager right in the eyes. A groan of irritation arose from the boys throat as he threw his arm over eyes to block out the light blinding him, even from behind his eyelids and making his head pound.

"Ugh," He groaned again before rolling over in his side. "What time is it?" He mumbled to himself as he tried opening his eyes for the first time that morning. Bad idea. He groaned loudly again. His hungover state was making everything look five thousand times brighter than it actually was. Basically it was like the sun actually wanted to get in a fist fight with him. "Fuck," he cursed, deciding to try again and squinted his eyes as well as he could to see the time.

2:43 pm

He scoffed and closed his eyes again. It was still a little early to get up on a weekend but it was blindingly bright out there and he should probably get a shower.

He laid there for about ten minutes, just letting his eyes and body adjust little by little before he finally swung his left leg off of the couch then his right and finally resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He had a major headache, it literally felt like his head was going to implode. He rubbed his temples with his fingertips, squeezing his eyes shut and willing for the pounding to lessen so he can get up the stairs to his room.

On wobbly legs, he began his venture up the stairs.

Once to his room, his head seemed to still be collapsing in on itself but his eyes had almost fully adjusted so he figured he might as well get his shower over with. At the moment, music was the last thing he wanted so he entered his bathroom without even so much as a look in the direction of his stereo.

Cas closed his bathroom door before throwing his clothes off and trudging into the shower with his head still pounding. Once the water started though, it was like he was ripped from reality and thrown into another dimension. The water traveled down his body, rinsing away all of the sweat still glued to his body from the night before's activities. He sighed, incredibly relaxed and leaned against the tiled wall.

After about 20 minutes the teen twisted off the water and stepped out of the mini walk in shower. He felt much better, the pain in his head had lessened and he just felt cleaner. The steam flooded the small room so he opened the door just a crack after wrapping a towel around his waist. Castiel looked up into the mirror that hung just above the sink, he had to wipe away a small section of condensation from it so he could actually see and wait... what the hell?

Hickeys, literally 4 that he could see scattered on his collar bone and neck. What the hell happened last night?Whoever gave these to Cas obviously didn't care that he had classes because one was literally on the part of his neck that a shirt wouldn't cover. Fuck he silently cursed as he examined them closely. He could tell they would easily be there for the next couple days and would not cover easily. Who the hell... Cas cursed again, trying to think back to the previous night. I got there... met Gabe's boyfriend.... blank. Everything else beyond that point was completely blank. How the hell did he even get home? He was sure Gabriel left without telling him, it's Gabriel after all.

Cas scoffed, leaning away from the mirror and walking back to his room where he threw on some pajamas and decided to take another nap in hope to make his headache disappear completely.

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Covering up the hickey on Monday morning was harder than he had anticipated. First problem was he didn't have any shirts with a longer neck, and second problem was he didn't have any makeup to use. "Fucking hell," He breathed while running a hand through his already messy hair. What am I gonna do? He sighed heavily, leaning against the sink counter. I could put on a flannel and wear the collar up... that might cover it.... he looked down at his Pink Floyd t-shirt and rubber bracelets deciding to clip on a pair is suspenders to his ripped jeans (that oddly feel more roomy that he remembers) and throw on a pair of converse.