Collection of Destiel

Castiel's Savior (Fluff)

punkDean and nerdCas highschoolAU. High school Destiel must be pretty popular because this is the second prompt for it I have gotten, and I have read a fair amount. Also, fair warning there is some harsh language and a highly homophobic Crowley. I got really carried away with this one but I like it. Oh well, it is cute. Enjoy.

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“Get a grip Novak.” The quarterback muttered as his fist made contact with Castiel Novak’s nose.

Castiel’s knees gave out as he stumbled back and almost lost his balance. His mind was numb. It was time for his weekly beating and this week, his dissolve was gone. Castiel just wanted to close his eyes and let it pass.

“Open your eyes, faggot.” Crowley, the quarterback, growled disgusted as his fist connected again, only this time across Cas’ jaw.

A brilliant metallic taste exploded in Castiel’s mouth as he suppressed a groan and kept his eyes shut. The last bell of the school day rang and all he wanted was to go home and escape to his room. But before he could manage to think about turning to run, Crowley grabbed hold of his button down shirt collar and used all of his strength to lay a final blow that sent Castiel’s head snapping to the side. Warmness clouded his vision and sank deep in his gut. He was nauseous and his head was pounding. Crowley’s hands let go of Castiel, allowing him to slump down to the floor on his back. His head hit back against the pavement, a low moan escaping his lips. This wasn’t the worst beating, but it still hurt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Came a new low voice. Castiel tensed, his eyes shut afraid if he opened his eyes Crowley would beat him further.

“Mind your own business. This doesn’t concern you.” Crowley growled, his voice seemed farther from Castiel now.

Castiel made another low sound in his throat and tried to raise his head. He could feel the blood race down his face. How was he going to explain this to his brother, Gabriel?

“Leave him alone.” The new voice rang again, closer to Castiel now. It was almost like the guy was standing right in front of Castiel.

“Get out of the way, asshole. This is between me and gayboy here.” Crowley chuckled darkly. “Unless you want a beating, too.”

“Eat shit, you homophobic asshole.” The new voice snapped and then Castiel heard the nightmarish sound of a fist crunching against someone’s face. He tensed, hoping this kid wasn’t getting a beating over him. He knew he wasn’t worth it.

“Fuck!” It was Crowley’s voice.

“Yeah that’s right, you better run! You fucking coward!” The new voice screamed angrily.

Castiel’s mind went blank. Had that punch really been inflicted on Crowley? If Castiel could feel his cheeks, they might have flushed. Suddenly, a hand grazed along Castiel’s cheekbone causing a shiver to run through him.

“Hey, buddy, the dick is gone. Are you okay? Can you get up? Maybe say something?” His voice was low and caring.

Castiel let out a sigh. “Can you just go? I can manage myself.”

A short snort. “If I thought you could manage yourself, I woudve let that guy keep wailing on you.”

Castiel let his eyes opened, curious at this stranger who was joking with him and being kind. During his three and half years at this school, no one had ever stepped in to stop a beating. And Castiel’s were met with the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. He couldn’t keep the soft gasp from his broken lips.

Then his view widened and he got a good luck at his savior. His bright pink Mohawk made Castiel smirk a little. Piercings riddled his face and a thick coat of eyeliner wrapped snugly around his eyes. Castiel found this man remarkably gorgeous. When he looked down further he saw that he was wearing some band teeshirt, allowing Castiel to see his completely inked arms and then ripped black skinny jeans. Castiel also felt a pang in his chest by how attractive this guy really was.