Don't Tempt Me | Destiel Greaser AU

January 15th, 1953

Hello children.

Enjoy~

Castiel's POV

I set down my textbook and took out my journal, flipping back a page. I wasn't entirely finished with what I had written.

January 14th, 1953

Their hideout isn't really a hideout, I wouldn't call it that. It looked like a crappy apartment that a sleazy guy might bring a girl back to fool around with so their parents dare not know what they're doing. I remained seated on a box off to the side, listening to them talk. Michael said a few things about the gang about how they took a lot of pride in what they did together and believed in.

"It's one helluva group." -Lucifer

Hannah is nice, the nicest of all of them, including my brother. It's hard to keep track of all the profound things she says, seeing as most everything she says is pretty much profound in its own way. She's certainly the most intelligent as well. Michael is intelligent as well, but he was more of a leader than anything else. He made most judgments to what I observed. Lucifer was essentially a loose canon, not really my favorite so far. I doubt that I would really dislike anyone more than him, but that was up to interpretation I suppose. Anna seemed like Gabe, nothing but a brat really. I did quite dislike her too.

The Hunters- From what I got about this group, was that they weren't as close knit like 'we' were. There are big gaps between small clusters of Hunters all over Lawrence. The main group that seem to surface together most often contained Dean Winchester, who I learned was 'the worst human to walk the streets of Lawrence, Kansas.' according to Luci. He had a younger brother, Sam, who was only mentioned once. I knew Charlie had self inserted herself in the group, which came to my knowledge the day after this meeting. There was supposedly another girl in Dean's radar despite what Anna insisted. Her name was Jo and I was sure that I had seen her before. She worked diligently with her mother at the local Road House. My father hated going there, seeing as the place was essentially a teen hangout. It used to be a lousy bar until it was renovated into a Drive In kind of place. I had seen Jo there once or twice on her roller skates, slipping trays onto car doors. I had yet to heard of anyone else. There was a dorky kid a couple of classes down the hall that I've seen Charlie with, so there was a possibility that he too was part of the group, but I had no idea.

I have a bad feeling about that place

I added now to my initial reaction, still not feeling right about being in that group.

I have a bad feeling about that place, it just didn't seem like my kind of crowd, but Gabe is insistent that I stay and 'feel it out'. I don't wear leather jackets, I don't constantly check my hair, I don't constantly pawn over petite looking girls with their hair perfectly curled.

I don't do any of it.

I don't fit in there, and suddenly I realize I'm stuck.

Utterly stuck

-Castiel

I flipped the journal back to it's current, scribbled out page. I think I would dedicate this day's entry to Charlie.

January 15th, 1953

Today, Charlie took me out for a bottle of Coca-Cola. It wasn't as bad as I initially believed, seeing as most of the girls around Lawrence aren't exactly funny or they're trying to accompany you to a local dance. Most girls around here don't seem to have a thought outside of boys. It didn't make much sense to me. Charlie certainly didn't have that problem because she actually doesn't like them.

She's blunt and honest, and I can't complain too much because we're far too similar to pass up the opportunity for friendship. She at least understood and I feel okay around her. It wasn't like the awkwardness that the Angels provided me with.

I don't have much to say other than I take back most of what I said about Charlie. I suppose I was just in a grumpy mood yesterday because she's really not all that bad.

-Castiel

I heard my dad call me for dinner and I set the book aside, heading downstairs.

I hated dinner time more than anything in the world. My father was brutally honest and just about never stopped preaching to me in some sort of effort to fix his sad, lonely son. He had just the opposite problem with Gabe. My mother passed a long time ago and I hardly remember what she's like, though Gabe very clearly does and very adamantly does not want to talk about. Having a preacher for a father was the most of my external problems.

Lately, however, he often locked himself away in his study to work on his memoir so that he could annoyingly preach to everyone else. 'Spread his wisdom'. I plopped down, seeing a plate of food in front of me. A long-winded grace later, my food appeared cold and when I brought it to my lips, it was indeed icy. My father took his food up into his study to my relief and I wandered to the kitchen to heat it. Gabe stood beside me, awaiting his turn.

"So I saw you at the drugstore earlier with that weird girl," he said.

"Mmhmm," I hummed, staring firmly at the microwave.

"So you finally get a date or something?"

"No, she's just a friend," I replied calmly and he narrowed his eyes.

"Well good, and I wouldn't be too good of a friend with her. She's part of the hunters you know," he said. I pursed my lips, taking my plate from the microwave.

"I'll keep my guard up," I lied, refraining from snapping sarcastically at my idiotic older brother and he just shrugged me off as I hurried back upstairs. I heard the microwave go for a while and then the TV switch onto some mind-numbing wrestling match. I sighed, eating my lukewarm plate with slightly burnt fingers from my plate.

Living the dream.

~Calymari