Really Cliché Destiel Highschool

Hell Yeah Chapter the First

Dean's POV

"DEAN GET UP OR YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" Mom pounded relentlessly on my door, pulling me from sleep.

I groaned, lazily rolling over onto my stomach.

"Five more minutes..." I unintelligently mumbled to no one. The pounding resumed on my door, so I sighed and peeled myself away from the warm comfort of my sheets.

I tripped on yesterday's dirty clothes on my way to the bathroom, cursing.

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Lukewarm water trickled down the bridge of my nose as I prolonged my shower as much as possible. Eventually, Sam came yelling.

"Dean, Mom says if you don't get out of the bathroom she will rip the door off its hinges and yank you outta there herself!" Sam's muffled voice came from the opposite side of the door, and I grunted in return, slowly shutting off the tap.

I dried off and pulled on a faded t-shirt, ACDC in bold letters across my chest, then hopped into some jeans.

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Down at the breakfast table, Sam was fully dressed and shoveling some scrambled eggs hurriedly into his mouth. Mom glanced at me with disdain, before plopping a plate of toast in front of me. Dad was sipping on some black coffee, attention on the tv.

I ate the toast while I laced up my boots, then downed my orange juice as I grabbed my backpack. Today was the first day of my senior year, and Mom would kill me if I was late.

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Castiel's POV

My alarm clock blared at, as predicted, exactly 6:30 a.m. I dismissed it, already wide awake and fully dressed. I contemplated feigning sick, skipping, or just refusing to leave my room, but the thought of the consequences made me shiver. The cuts from last night on my cheek and wrists were just beginning to heal, and I'd already decided to tell anyone who asked about my face that my dog did it. No one would ask though, and since I had just moved from New York a week ago, no one would know that I did not, in fact, have a dog.

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Finally willing myself to go to the hell that is high school, I walked down the stairs carefully, and joined the rest of my family in the living room. Michael and Lucifer were bickering quietly, Anna was looking at me with disgust, so I quickly looked away. Uriel was paying rapt attention to father, and Gabriel was lounging around, sucking a lollipop. I grabbed my tan coat, self-consciously fidgeting with the sleeve of my sweater, and silently opened the front door.

Exhaling loudly a breath I didn't know I was holding, I shouldered my bag and trudged up the driveway and to the sidewalk, struggling to remember the way to my new school.

School. Hell. Same thing. I mentally prepared myself for the jeering and the strange stares and the loneliness. I fortified my walls, becoming what most people knew me as. A worthless shell. Preoccupied with my self pitying thoughts, I made my way up the hill and on my way to Southwood Highschool.

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Dean's POV

Awake fully now, I opened the driver's side of my baby, the 1967 black Chevy Impala that I had bought of Dad with the money I had saved up over the past few years. Starting the ignition, the engine roared to life, purring deeply. I reached on to turn on the radio, some oldies station playing softly. I began backing out of the driveway, then slammed on the breaks as a kid about my age walked right behind my car. He seemed lost in thought, not enough consciousness to realize he almost got ran over. His face looked pained, and a twinge of pity twisted in my stomach. Brushing it off, I waited until he passed before backing out and heading towards the high school, only faintly recognizing the kid was heading the same direction.