Don't Tempt Me | Destiel Greaser AU

January 14th, 1953

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Castiel's POV

January 14th, 1953

We just got back to school after holiday break and my teacher is already back in full swing. I don't really think I can stand another year and half of high school. We hardly even learn anything beneficial. There's this annoying girl who sits in front of me named Charlie who just about never stops asking questions. The teacher doesn't seem to like her either. Being 16 isn't all that it's cracked up to be, seeing as I still can't drive and the walk to the drug store is way too long. I certainly don't get invited to ride with Gabe and his friends either. Dad always liked him better.
My dad won't stop talking about his coworkers, who he's 'convinced are commies' and ever since he heard about some bloke in America named Joseph McCarthy he won't stop talking about it. Something called the red scare that I honestly couldn't care about less. Not my problem.
Gabe is never home, he's always out with his gang buddies or some girl. Whenever he is home, he acts like such a wanker I can't even believe I actually looked up to him.
People are spreading rumors about the girl named Charlie in front of me, that she's 'friends with Dorothy'* and I wouldn't be surprised if she actually was, but the fact she never stopped talking, especially to me, didn't help my image either. I—

"What are you writing in some stupid journal?" I glanced up at Gabe who was holding my book by its corner, effectively fanning out the pages and loosing my spot.

"Give it to me," I said, frowning and he scoffed, tossing it back to me.

"Lame, lets go loser," he said.

"Where?"

"I told you I was taking you to our hang today," he said, raising an eyebrow and I stood. I didn't really want to go with him and become a member of the Angels, I mean it was a dumb club anyways. Just a bunch of idiot kids trying to seem cool. Although, I was sort of interested in seeing what exactly preoccupies most of Gabe's time. He tossed the trench coat my mom had bought me and I slipped it on, leaving it open. I had a leather jacket like most boys opted to wear, but I thought it just made me look strange. I guess I looked even stranger in a lighter colored coat in comparison.

I was sat in the front seat of a douchy looking convertible and Gabe revved the engine, specifically at a set of girls stood outside our building. They all giggled and he winked at them to which I rolled my eyes. I pulled out my journal again, taking the pencil I kept behind my ear most of the time. I erased where the pencil slipped when Gabe took my book.

Gabriel is an asshole.

I nodded, punctuating my insulting sentence.

Anyways, I don't know what to do about that girl Charlie. I've tried to keep my head down, but it doesn't seem to work. I cannot exactly ask Gabe either, seeing as he'd encourage me to pursue her or he'd do it himself. But if the rumors were true about the team she plays for...I don't think that would work out.

I glanced up as we pulled up to a basketball lot surrounded by a rusted chain fence. There were a few circles drawn off to the side where people most likely played marbles. I could see the worn spots in which people squatted to play, but the lot was completely vacant.

"Get out loser," Gabe called, hopping out of his seat without opening the door. I stepped out, tucking my notebook away in the inside of my jacket. I hesitantly followed him along the lot to a set of concrete stairs, about 4 or 5 of them, that led to a stripped wooden door. He knocked twice, pausing for a moment before knocking a third time. I raised an eyebrow, thinking that was quite stupid. In a situation you'd like to get in quickly, there would be no way you could wait to do the third knock. The door swung open and we were ushered inside. The room was bare except for a few pieces of crappy furniture and crates full of stuff. This must be why everyone mostly hung around the drug store.