Why Are You Hiding Your Wings? | Destiel College AU

First Day? More Like First Horror...

Castiel's POV

A faint buzzing sound stirred him from his dreams, making him groan as he rolled over, smacking at the thing that the noise was coming from. He kept his eyes closed, hearing a thump on the ground before the buzz stopped, making him smile contently and roll back over, his legs tangled in his trenchcoat, that is until the buzzing went off only a moment later.

This buzzing wasn't the same though. Unlike the annoying noise in the back of his head, this one was gentler, and it quietly urged him to wake up instead of jerking him from it. Nevertheless, he groaned once again and swung his arm out to knock that thing off too, only for another groan to reach his lips when he felt a firm object hit his hand. 

Castiel was not going to give sleep up that easily though. He turned away from the object, knowing he couldn't push it away, and curled up in his trenchcoat, burying his face into the pillow. He mumbled sleepily about five more minutes, only for his mind and eyes to snap awake when he heard a chuckle. Who was in there with him? 

He turned his head, seeing the green-eyes boy, Dean, standing beside his bed, a smirk playing on his lips. Castiel blushed, sitting straight up, his eyes wide with embarrassment. He had not only just hit Dean, but the boy had been near him when his guard was down, meaning he could have seen his wings.

He glanced over his shoulder, sighing in relief when he realized the trenchcoat was still on his body, and that his wings were still folded neatly under it. Now, he had to adress the other problem. He looked over at Dean, only to find that he had turned away from the angel and was picking up the alarm that Castiel had knocked to the floor. The song that blared through it made his body shiver, the lyrics too strangly similar to everything.

In the midst of the most painful faces

Angels show up in the strangest of places

Going through this life

looking for angels

people passing by

looking for angels

The song was cut short as Dean hit the off button, turning his head and smirking at Castiel. "I would have let you sleep five minutes like you asked, but you don't want to be late on your first day, do you?" Castiel's eyes widened as he realized that Dean was fully dressed, his eyes shining as if he's been up for hours.

"Wait, how did you know that I had classes this time?" He asked, a bit suspicious. Dean only smiled sheepishly in response, rubbing the back of his neck. He turned away, but stopped when Castiel stood, grabbing his wrist and narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, okay." Dean said with a sigh, wrenching his wrist from Castiel's grip and raising his hands in defeat. He motioned towards Castiel's bags, a piece of paper folded neatly at the desk. "I looked at your schedule, just in case you wouldn't wake up."

Castiel narrowed his eyes, sliding onto his feet. His legs shook as he struggled to catch his balance, his wings still heavy from his sleep. Dean reached out his arm to catch him, but Castiel merely brushed his hand away, sliding over to his bag and pulling out clothes he would need for the day.