Really Cliché Destiel Highschool

Woah Bruh

Castiel's POV

I slept amazing that night.

Dean was so... warm.

I awoke to warm hands prodding at my stomach gently. Immediately did I hear the giggles of two girls and the shutter of a camera. I groaned internally.

I peeked open my eye, focusing on Dean, who was comfortably close enough to me where I could count the freckles on his beautifully sculpted face if I had the time. His green eyes were careful and passionate. Downright gorgeous.

"Good morning," Dean whispered.

I pretty much melted right there.

However, the thick veil of sleep still covered my mind.

"No," was the only coherent thought I could form, and I rolled over on the bed, taking the sheets with me.

Unfortunately, we were not, in fact, sleeping on a bed.

I rolled off the sofa with an indignant shriek, heart jumping to my throat as I landed on the carpet with a thud. I groaned. Faith, Charlie, and Dean laughed, so I glared at each of them, and tugged the sheet back up over my head, closing my eyes once again. The sheets weren't nearly as warm as Dean.

"S'too early," I mumbled, and drifted back to sleep.

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"Caaaaaaas," Dean whined, trying to tug the covers back down from my face. I only rolled farther away.

"Come on, Cas, it's time to get up and go to schoooool." I could almost hear Dean's pouting, so I sighed heavily and attempted to untangle myself from the sheets. As the artificial light of Charlie's basement filled my vision, my gaze landed on Dean. I sucked in a breath through my teeth.

His close cropped hair was messy, spiking in different directions in an annoyingly endearing way. His perpetually gorgeous forests for eyes sparkled in laughter, making his freckles stand out against his slightly flushed cheeks. His femininely pink lips were turned up in a crooked smile, and at that, I definitely melted.

I stood slowly and Dean scrambled hastily to his feet, only to catch me when I stumbled from a combination of crumbled sheets and sleep induced disorientation.

"Sorry," I mumbled, righting myself.

If Dean's hands on my chest and back lingered, no one mentioned it.

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***Author's Note***

So sorry people I have been super busy with marching competitions and games and all kinds of things please bear with me...

Thanks so much guys!