A Destiel Story

Chapter One

"Sam!" Castiel called, "Where's-"

"Where do you think he is," said Sam barley taking his eyes off his homework.

"Of course," groaned Castiel. Ever since Dean had gotten the video game The Last of Us, he had been non stop playing. Castiel would have to resort to bribery in order to get him off.

He headed to the Winchester's basement, saying hello to Mary as he went. He could already hear the sound of zombies as he headed down.

"Dean get off that goddamn game!" he yelled to him over the noise.

"You know Angels are supposed are supposed to not cuss right," he replied, taking his eyes off the screen for once.

"10 years and you can't get over that joke," Cas said with a frown, "I'm gonna get my name changed."

"What's the fun in that?" Dean said with a snort.

Cas wondered all the time why they were still friends. Dean was almost a stereotypical jock, he played soccer a lot and video games too, the only flaw with it was his obsession with movies. He had all sorts of merch from them, and Cas had to hear about it for months if a new movie came out.

Cas, on the other hand, was more into track, and his guilty pleasure was the Chess club. He also loved to read books, and Dean had to hear about them.

They didn't even look similar. Dean was tall for 16 with hazel eyes and short brown hair, while Cas was short for 17 with blue eyes and messy black hair.

Dean broke him out of his thoughts by pausing the game.

"Cas grab the weed that's between the coach cushion and put it in the ceiling."

Cas sighed and grabbed it and pushed up on the ceiling, which was made of the flexible stuff you see in hardware stores and tucked it into the ceiling.

"Thanks"

"Whatever Dean as long as I get some. Now come on let's actually do something!" Cas urged.

"Like what Cas? Cause I'm as sure as hell not playing chess again.

Last time Dean had come over to Cas's house Cas had tried and failed to teach him. It had ended with the chess pieces on the floor and Dean grabbing the tv remote.

"As if I'd try that again. Come on let's play soccer" Castiel said, knowing Dean would give in.

Dean turned towards him as he turned off his PS3.

"This better be worth it" Dean grumbled as they went upstairs.

They went around back to the makeshift soccer goal. Dean pulled out a soccer ball and smiled sarcastically at Cas, who was already regretting his decision to play.

"Cas you play offense."

Cas went about 25 away with the ball and then dropped it.

"Ready?" he called.

"What do you think?" said Dean from the goal.

Cas prepared himself for defeat, and then started dribbling the ball down the field. When he neared Dean, he started to slow down to take a shot, but before he could Dean shot out of the goal, took the ball, and kicked it in the air away from the goal.

"Well shit," said Castiel sarcastically, "it seems you got the ball."

Dean laughed and started to jog after the ball.

"Wanna try again?" he yelled.

"Not at all." Cas sighed.

Cas turned at the sound of Mary pulling out of the driveway. By then Dean had gotten back to him, and looked at Castiel.

"I'm guessing you would rather smoke pot then do this, huh?" he remarked with all the innocence of a child.

"God yes," said Castiel, "anything could beat this."

They walked in and saw Sam grabbing his jacket.

"I'm heading over to Gab's house" he said.

"Sounds fine to me little bro," Dean said cheerfully, "see ya!"

15 minutes later, Cas and Dean were smoking joints out the small basement window, their eyes considerably redder.

"You know what Cas? I think Meg could be a good hook up for you."

"Yeah," Cas scoffed, "As if my mom and dad would like her and her and her piercings."

"True. Your parents are strict," Dean said with a smirk.

"You're lucky it's just Mary and you two."

Deans dad had been a drunk who would try to slap them around. When Cas had known Dean for about 3 years Mary finally kicked John out and told him not to come back.

"Yeah I guess so," Dean said.

Cas looked at his watch, shook his head, and then tried to focus on it. Finally he saw that it read 4:53.

"Shit man I gotta go. Hand me the eye drops," Cas said as he grabbed them from Deans hand.

He put some in, grabbed his phone and left after saying bye to Dean.

Cas made his way over to his house, which was right down the street from Dean's, and stepped in.

"Honey you're late!" called his mom, Naomi.

"Mom it's only been 10 minutes," Cas say, exasperated almost immediately.

His mom was so protective over him it was ridiculous. His dad, Crowley, wasn't half as bad, but he was gone on business trips all the time. That left him and his mom to argue over Castiel's comings and goings.

"Well next time be here, or there won't be a next time after that." Naomi said.

"Ok mother! Do you want to hand feed me now, or can I do it myself?" Cas said, a little more snarky then usual.

"None of that young man," scolded his mom.

"Of course. I'm going to my room," he shouted back.

Cas headed up the stairs and walked into his room. He really loved that his mom let him redecorate. He had a bookshelf covering almost half of his room, and beside that a desk for two people, either friends from the chess club or Dean, to work. He had poster and merch from books everywhere. Then, in the far corner, like sleep wasn't important, was his double bed that had been messily made.

He grabbed a book and slipped out his window to a small balcony that had pillows shoved against the rails. He settled down and lost himself in the world of Percy Jackson.