this is short and bad, but enjoy
Dean Winchester was the definition of a punk head. He was badass, He wore leather jackets, combat boots, ripped tight jeans, clothes with holes in them, lip piercing, septum pierced, and an attitude to match. He always smelled like cheap cologne, coffee, and cigarettes. People bowed down to Dean and scuttled to the other side of the hallways when he was walking down it. He had his friends, but people who weren't like him always kept their distance-- Except for Castiel
Castiel Novak was named after an angel, something Dean tapped into very quickly. He called Castiel 'Angel' as a joke, a way to make him uncomfortable, but Cas only fell for the guy. Dean was taken aback when he found himself falling for the soft little boy he called Angel in class.
Castiel was into fashion. He was always wearing pastels and sweaters that were way too large to fit his body. He usually always sported some kind of makeup. His outfits were painfully girly and made Dean's eyes fall to Castiel's ass every now and then. Dean was captivated by the utter confidence of the boy. Dean never was into guys like that, but Castiel was an exception. Nobody had time to pick on Cas after Dean started getting feelings for him.
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Castiel smiled, lipgloss shining on his lips. Dean's arms were wrapped around his boyfriend. Castiel was a tad bit shorter than Dean but was currently standing a few inches taller than Dean because of a pair of chunky heels he was wearing. The height difference didn't matter to either of them though. Cas wore white distressed pants with a cute pastel pink sweater. Dean was sporting his regular set of black jeans and a black shirt. He was missing his leather jacket because it was too warm outside to be wearing it.
Castiel leaned his head over, putting a sticky kiss on Dean's forehead. "Dammit, babe," Dean muttered, wiping the gloss off of his face. Dean did lean over to place a kiss on Cas' cheek. The two were walking up to Castiel's house. Dean couldn't help the pounding in his chest but broke to comfortable silence between them. "I still can't believe your father wants to meet me." Castiel pulled the gate to his house open, allowing Dean to walk through. "I dunno, baby. He might not take to well that you're a guy, but he's the one who demanded you come for dinner," Castiel said, opening the door. Dean held onto the door as Cas walked through. Cas kicked off his shoes yelling into the house. "Mom, Dad, We're home!"
Castiel's mom walked out of what Dean assumed was the kitchen, wiping her hands on the towel she was carrying with her. Dean had met Castiel's mom before, she was kindhearted and a sweetheart. Dean has also been in Cas' house but hadn't investigated every single room because it was huge. "It's good to see you, Dean," his mother spoke. Dean sending a nod in her direction to acknowledge her. "Food isn't quite done yet, and God knows when your dad will be home from work," she finished. Castiel nodded, saying, "Can me and Dean go upstairs?" Cas asked. "You two better use good judgment," His mom said, pointing a warning finger at them. Both of them nodded, Cas putting a hand of salute up to her, before turning around to climb the stairs.
Dean closed the door behind him, walking up to Castiel. "Not so fast," Castiel said, already seeing what Dean was trying to do. In one quick motion, Dean was laying in his back with Cas looking over him. The two boys were leaning close to one another, Castiel's lips were hovering over Dean's, almost close enough to taste. "Babe, just kiss me," Dean said, which almost sounded like a beg. Dean pushed his head up, letting his lips meet Castiel's. The two kissed each other. It was lazy, but it was enough. Castiel eventually let is weight fall into Dean. Dean was holding Cas' cheek, trying his best to drink in Castiel. The two pulled away, hot air falling between the two of them.
"What if your dad hates me?" Dean whispered softly. His walls were down fear pooling in his stomach at the idea of letting down Cas. "He better not. My ass may look good in dresses, but I can still throw a pretty good punch," Castiel teased. "God, I hope you don't beat the shit outta your dad for me," Dean said, a small laugh falling from his lips. "I'm not gonna have to, He's gonna love you," Castiel muttered. "I hope he does, or else I'm gonna have to start working another job so I can afford my funeral-- I died of embarrassment," Dean said, cracking a smile at Cas.
Dinner went well that night. Castiel's dad did send some very threatening looks at Dean but warmed up to him. Several years later, Dean was standing at an altar, watching as Castiel walked down the aisle in a red suit, his dad's arm linked with his. Dean's punk personality eased off over the years but their highschool name still stuck- The Punk and the Pastel, or as Dean liked to say, the Punk and the Castiel.
