Highschool love: A Destiel Fanfic

Chapter 10

The next morning Dean got out of bed thrilled with how the hunt had gone last night. Everything had gone exactly as planned and he was even the one to kill the thing. Dean got dressed and went into the kitchen grabbing some cereal out of the fridge. Gradually John, Sam, Adam, and Charlie got up and made themselves breakfast.

"Get in the car!" Dean yelled rushing his younger siblings into the Impala.

Dean got into the car and started up the engine. The impala roared as it started up. Dean drove down the road thinking of how perfect the hunt went. He dropped off his younger siblings at the junior high and then drove down to his high school. A school he was glad his dad was letting him stay at the rest of his freshmen year.

The door of the Impala squeaked as he slammed it shut. He grabbed out his bag and walked down the parking lot. There were a lot of kids at this particular high school. More than any school he'd ever attended in his life. That was a lot of schools. Dean stepped up onto the curb and walked down the cement walkway to the front of the school. He turned left down the hallway and stopped at his locker. Putting his code in he opens the locker and but in his bag and textbooks only pulling out the things he needed for his first class.

Slamming the door shut he turned to see a boy he'd never seen before at the locker beside him. 'That's strange' Dean thought. The boy just stared at him with disbelief in his eyes and almost sadness.

"Hi" Dean said to the boy. "Are you new I don't think I've seen you before."

"No." The boy said shyly in a weirdly deep voice. "You probably just haven't seen me until now."

"You're probably right." Dean laughed sticking out his hand so they could shake hands. "My name's Dean."

The boy gulped. "My name is Castiel." The boy said shaking Dean's hand.

"Castiel? Hmm... Can I call you Cas." Dean asked

The boy nodded and swallowed. He opened his mouth but no noise came out. The boy then closed his mouth again his eyes glossing over. It looked as if he were to speak that he'd start to cry.

THE END