DISCONTINUED~
(But a new book will be coming eventually)
Destiel is so cute and emotional at the same time. So, it kinda ruins my life. But I love it! And here I am. Have fun? I guess...
Myeyes flickered to the clock on the wall, 12:56. I quickly looked back down again, staring at the problem on the math paper. I had already finished it. But the rest of the class was either asleep or stuck on the problem. Which was absolutely wonderful. I tapped my pencil impatiently, watching as our sub, Mr. Chuck, flipped through a book. Come on. My eyes watched the hands tick away, 12:58. I rolled my eyes, running a hand through my hair quickly, before I felt someone looking at me. What? I ignored the feeling, silently watching the clock, until it was all I could think about. What is that? Iglanced backward, looking for the culprit. Until, he looked at me.
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Holy shit. Dean Winchester was looking at me. I spun around again, acting like I was still working, even though I had been finished for about 45 minutes. 1:00 I took a deep breath in, packing my stuff, as the bell rang in my ears. I heard the sub call my name, "Castiel?" he paused, "Can you come here, please?" I sighed, slowly making my way to the sub, an annoyed but polite look on my face, "Yes, Chuck?" He grinned, "Does your Mom like chicken?" I rolled my eyes, "Ask her yourself."
I quickly made my way out of the room, into the bright hallways, not realizing someone was there, waiting. I briskly walked down the hall, trying to get through the crowds, until a voice spoke up beside me, "What happened back there?" I jumped, "Holy sh-" I regained my posture, "It's n-nothing." His green eyes shined with confusion, as I interrupted, anger clear on my words, "What do you want?" He seemed taken aback, "I just wanted to check on you," I rolled my eyes, "I don't believe you." Dean raised an eyebrow, "Why not?" I spoke quick, "You don't even know my name. None of the popular people do," he started walking backward, "You're Castiel, Castiel Novak." I froze, but ignored it, as I piled my binders in my locker. He grinned, a cheeky grin, knowing he had won. I rolled my eyes, "Oh, well. You can read. And I still don't know what you want from me," he laughed, "Nothing, I was just curious." His laugh was amazing. Beautiful even. Stop. I breathed out, "L-Look, just go to your friends," I swallowed, "I don't want to deal with people right now," Dean nodded, a look of almost guilt peering onto his features. I felt bad. Shit. I groaned, "If you wanted to know, he's my Dad." He nodded, a grin clear on his features, as I personally wondered how I had kept myself together. I looked away, disappearing down the hallway. Without another word.
