Collection of Destiel

Scars (Fluff)

So, I loved the last prompt I did with nerdCas and punkDean in highschool. This one is kind of like that only Cas really isn’t a nerd, and instead of combatting homophobic Crowley, they battle Castiel’s suicidal tendencies. I wanted it to be dark, but have Dean be like a bright guardian angel. I just like that AU. So here is suicidalCas and punkDean in highschool. Hope you enjoy.

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“First day jitters. Nothing to worry about.” Castiel Novak gripped a tight hold on the handle of his brother’s car.

“Hey, buddy, you’ll do fine.” Gabriel whispered as he looked out at the high school in front of them and thanked God that he was over all this.

Castiel took a deep breath and brought his eyes up. Senior year. He had never moved before but they did right at the beginning of his senior year. Not that he was that popular at his old school, but he had had some friends. And now, after the incident, Gabriel had packed him up and moved him on to a fresh start.

“Gabe?” Castiel’s voice cracked a little as he yanked the handle and pushed to the door open. His lungs burned and his knees shook.

“Yeah, Cas?” Gabriel watched his brother carefully, worry deepened the lines on his face. Although he was only twenty two, watching over Castiel had aged him a few years.

“I am going to walk home after school. I appreciate the ride, but I think I will need some time to just think right after this.” Castiel exited the car and stood. His head was pounding again and he wished he had taken more advil before he left home.

“Sure thing. If anything changes, or you need me for anything, text me. I don’t care what my boss says I can be here in ten minutes tops. You’ll be fine. Everything will work out.” Gabriel bit his bottom lip as Castiel slammed the door and began his slow trek into a society that Gabriel feared would chew him up and spit him back out. But he had to let his brother go, he had to let him build up a life for himself. So he pulled out and didn’t look back as he prayed Castiel would find something to hold onto in that place.

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Castiel slumped into a seat toward the front of his last period of the day. His whole day had gone by quietly. He didn’t speak to one person, and he was okay with that. The only time a teacher had spoken to him was to let him know that he could take his trench coat off. Castiel had politely told him that he wanted to keep it on. What he didn’t say was that it held too many secrets underneath. Most of the rest of the day kids staring at him and whispered, but no one spoke directly toward him. But he preferred it that way. All he wanted was a quiet last year of high school. No strings and no worries.

But that flew out the window when someone he hadn’t seen that day walked in the door. This student had a brilliant green Mohawk, facial piercings, heavy eyeliner, dark nail polish, a ripped band tee of someone Castiel didn’t know, ripped black skinny jeans, and a pair of black combat boots. What really struck Castiel was his gorgeous green eyes. Instantly Castiel dropped his head and looked over his blank notebook page. He was not looking for a crush, someone to pine for and fantasize about. That was just asking for heartbreak.

“Holy shit, Mrs. Murray, you are still kicking?” The guy who just walked into the door chuckled as he started to shuffle toward the seats.

“Dean Winchester, are you still swearing and breaking all the rules?” Their teacher chuckled lightly. “What a pleasure to have you again this year. Are you planning on passing this time?”

“Maybe, but then if I do, I will never get to see your lovely face again.” Dean gave Mrs. Murray a seductive wink before Castiel noticed him take a seat directly to his left.