Angels Among Us *A Destiel high school story*

#3 Dean's POV

After, my encounter with that random guy talking to the vice principal, I quickly ran down the halls to my first class.

Since then, my day has been pretty normal, well aside from the fact that the guy kept staring at me from wherever I stood.

He wouldn't say anything, just smile at me.

It was downright creepy.

Now, standing at my locker, packing up for home, I contemplated reporting him for being well... a creeper.

I was just closing my locker, when I heard a voice behind me say: "Hello, Dean."

I froze, unable to turn around.

Even though, without a doubt I knew who it was.

His presence was hard to ignore.

Almost, overpowering.

I took a breath and turned around, preparing my words.

"What the hell do you want?!", I spat at him.

He flinched slightly, but didn't run off.

Pulling his coat tight against him, he spoke again.

"I'm sorry to have frightened you. My name is Castiel Novak. I'm newcomer here. I believe we met this morning?"

I shake my head, annoyed.

"Nope, I don't think so. I think I would've remembered you."

He nodded, almost sadly.

"Very well."

I stared down the hall at the stairwell.

If I could just get down those stairs and through the double doors, I'd be rid of him.

I sighed.

"Look Castiel, I'd love to talk to you, but I've gotta get a move on."

He gave me a confused expression.

"A move on? What does that mean?"

I looked at him, trying not to be shocked.

Did this guy not know modern vocabulary?

"What do you mean? Don't you know?", I asked, suddenly concerned.

"Know what? Get a move on? No, I do not understand that reference."

I couldn't believe it.

Here was a guy who probably lived nearby and yet didn't know any modern lingo.

I mean, he said: Hello.

It's a good thing he didn't just say: Salutations.

I stare at the tiled floor, the cracks into filled with dirt from all the muddy shoes.

Then, I look back up at 'Castiel', he's still staring at me, confused and a bit curious.

"Get a move on.", I say to him.

"Means to leave or go home. I mean, after all it is 3:00 pm."

He nods, understanding.

"Oh... Okay."

I sigh, glad that's over.

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I start to walk down the hall towards the stairwell.

I hear someone running towards me, panting loudly as they do.

"Slow. Down.", Castiel tells me.

He's bent over trying to catch his breath.

I shake my head, and start to scramble down the stairs.

He hurries quickly down after me, the belt on his trench coat undone now.

When I reach the doors, I don't hesitate.

Quickly, I run to the parking lot and get into my car.

I don't hear him anymore, so I begin to pull out of the lot.

Then, I hear his voice again, but it's a lot closer.

"Hello, Dean."

There, sitting in the passenger's seat is Castiel Novak.

His coat is down up again and he's smiling at me.

"How the hell did you get in here?!", I ask him, the anger clear in my tone.

He just smiles at me, his blue eyes bright.

"You know Dean, you can try but, you will never get rid of me. Well, not that easily."

I don't know what it say to that.

But, I do know one thing.

These guy's a son of a b**ch if I ever saw one.

Finally, I decide just to let the matter be.

We sit in my 1967 Chevy Impala in silence for a while.

Castiel looking out the window, than back at me.

When we pull into my driveway, Castiel looks sadly at me.

"What?"

He sighs.

"I guess I have to get out of your car now?"

I nod.

"You guess, correct."

He sighs, again.

"Why? Can I not stay with you here?"

I shake my head.

"No, you can't. You have to come with me and meet my brother, dumbf**k."

He looks confusedly at me.

"Dean, I am not dumb and I certainly do not f**k."

I smile at him, trying not to laugh.

"You're a piece of work, aren't you, Cas?", I ask him.

He shakes his head, disagreeing.

"Dead, I am not a 'piece of work'. People do not write on me as if I am paper."

I laugh.

"C'mon, let's go inside. Sammy's probably already home."

And with that, we walk awkwardly over to my house.