Really Cliché Destiel Highschool

So Part Three of a Maybe Four Part Chapter idk it Depends

Faith's POV (I know this is new)

I sighed happily as Dean shut the door behind him with a snap. I knew from my short encounter with Castiel that morning that he wasn't straight. It wasn't hard to tell, and I pick up on these kinds of things. Dean was obviously hiding things. I hoped it worked with those two.

"Hey, what time do you have to be home?" Charlie asked, capturing my attention once again. Okay, I was totally smitten with her, but who could blame me?

"Uh..." I thought back, "My mom doesn't really have a curfew for me... I can ask to stay the night. A little girl on girl time, eh?" I winked at her again. I admit, I'm a shameless flirt.

Charlie flushed a cute shade of pink. "I'm down. Just let me consult the she-witch first." She turned and strutted away, leaving me in the doorway. I shrugged to myself and went down the rehearsed path to the basement lair.

I plopped down on the messy bed, Charlie's bed, and smiled.

She's all yours. Dean had said. All mine. That thought made me fuzzy inside. It had been a long time since something had been all mine. Charlie came jumping down the stairs, smiling.

"It's cool. You should go ask your mom though. Do you want me to come with?" She jumped and landed on the bed, sprawling out on top of me. I chuckled.

"Okay."

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"Stay here," I instructed Charlie, leaving her in the middle of the entryway of my spacious two-story house. I barged through the turquoise door.

"OI! MUM?!" My yell echoed through the high ceilings.

"Yes, sweetie?" I got a muffled reply from upstairs, and I motioned for Charlie to follow before I charged up the staircase, taking them two at a time.

"Mom?" I pushed the first door to the right open slightly before entering. Sitting behind a computer, typing alway, was an aging woman with short, curly, brown hair.

"Mhm?" The woman mumbled, not looking at me.

"This is my friend, Charlie." Mom finally tore her gaze away from the computer to give Charlie an appraising look.

"Ma'am" Charlie nodded respectively.

"Please, call me Joel," Mom smiled warmly, and I felt Charlie relax.

"Anywho, can I stay the night at Charlie's? She lives a few blocks down, off Longmire."

Mom, Joel, thought for a minute.

"I guess," she sighed, "I've got something important to do for work and I needed you out of my hair anyway. Just remember to pack your toothbrush, and-"

"Okay that's enough." I pushed Charlie out of the room. I knew where that was headed.

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Dean's POV

The soft breeze and comfortable silence was interrupted by the displeased sound of someone muttering. I scanned the sidewalk lazily, eyes landing on a silhouetted figure pacing down the street, head down and not paying attention to anyone. They looked lost in thought. Something stirred in the back of my mind and as the figure passed below a buzzing street lamp, I realized I recognized him.

Raven black hair, sticking up at odd angles from thin fingers running through it in frustration, and the beautifully blue eyes of Castiel Novak, tracing the ground in thought, are illuminated by the lamps dull yellow glow.

It took a second for my brain to catch up with the rest of my body before I realized I had jumped off the good of my baby.

Before I could think differently, I called after the boy, jogging towards him.

"Hey! Cas! Wait up!"

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***Author's Note***

Okay definitely 4 part. I just wanted I get this out here. It's a little short, I know. Just bear with me.