Don't Tempt Me | Destiel Greaser AU

January 15th, 1953

Castiel's POV

January 15th, 1953

She talked to me again today. Charlie is certainly not my type of person, not that I specifically have a type of person who are my friends. It doesn't really work like that. Besides, I don't quite need friends, I'm better off alone.
She's just not the type I would invite to sit with me, even if I had to. Charlie's way too rowdy and to be honest, she really doesn't seem all that interesting. The way she says it may be intriguing, but truly it's not at all that interesting anyways.

"What are you writing?" A thin finger pressed down at the top of my book spine, revealing that I was in fact writing and not drawing. I pulled back, taking my book out of Charlie's reach. "Got a journal?"

"No, please turn around."

"But I've got one too!" She said, holding up a similar, leather-bound book from the corner of her desk. Her statement peaked my interest slightly, as I typically got made fun of for carrying around this journal. "I want to write everything down so people can read it in the future!"

"Are you sure people will even want to read that?" I asked and she frowned slightly.

"I hope that was a joke otherwise I'd think you were mean," she said, shutting the book and turning around.

"No kidding," I muttered and she glanced around at me again. She had very bright eyes and extremely bright hair which were usually in braids, though they were always frayed. She was always running or bouncing around, so there was no way she could keep them neat how her mother probably had them done in the morning. Looking closer at her now, I noticed she actually had dirt on her face, probably from something she had been doing at break earlier. How a girl her age couldn't keep her face clean was beyond me. She acted near to a child.

"My hair isn't that messy and the dirt builds character," she said, reading my mind.

"What?"

"Your hair isn't that neat anyways. What are you a hypocrite or something?" She asked, knocking me in the arm with a firm slug of her fist. I grasped my arm and glanced at her questioningly. "Whatever Castiel, I was just trying to be nice."

Had I been speaking aloud?

"I hear you're part of the Angel's yeah?" She asked, propping her elbow into my desk.

"Sure?" I replied, jutting my jaw outwards as I yawned. She studied my face for a second.

"Well I'm part of the Hunters, no matter what any of them say, don't believe em'. They're just jealous they ain't as good as me," she said. I could sense the shift in her dialogue when she mentioned her gang. It seemed simply like she was trying her hardest to fit in and participate, and they probably didn't let her since she was a girl. It made sense in my head, considering Charlie was one of the most persistently annoying people I had ever met.

"Sure."

"You really don't talk much huh," she breathed, looking bored. "Wonder why that is. Everybody's got a story to tell, so it never makes sense to me how quiet some people can be."

I frowned, turning back to my journal so she would get the hint and leave me alone, or at least I could tune her out.

'Everybody's got a story to tell,' -Charlie