Stay (Destiel High School AU)

Whoops

*Dean's P.O.V*

Mr. Metatron had given us detention, which I'm very much used to, so I wasn't much upset with at all. Cas' face had gotten so red when Mr. Meta-Douche (whatever his name is), had pointed us out. Partly from being embarrassed, the other part from just being shy. He was fiddling with his pencil and drawing on his paper while the teacher was instructing. I caught my self staring at him, I couldn't help it. He noticed my eyes raking over his features. He looked up at me from under his eyelashes, a lock of his dark curly hair had went into his eyes. He tried to blow it out of his face, just trying to tease me. I started to chuckle, which earned me a death stare from Mr. Metatron. I was so tempted to just lean over and put the loose curl back in place.

I've known this dude for what? 50 minutes if even that. I need to slow down. What if he doesn't like me like I like him. I was getting way too ahead of myself here, maybe it wasn't anything, maybe he's straight, maybe he has someone, maybe I'm just desperate. There wasn't even a 50/50 chance that this guy liked me at the least, I knew hardly anything about him at all.

Ya'know he looks like the type of guy that would get the vibe that I'm just one of those jock dick wads that have no brain nor heart what so ever. Which, I obviously am not. I'm far from it. I may be a dick sometimes, but I do care. I care about a lot. I have a big heart. Bigger than any one of those football players at this run-down hell hole of a school.

After first period, he had to head to the other side of the school. He gave me a small smile and a wave as he turned around and walked off to his next class. I caught myself staring at him, the way he walked was just so adorable. He looked so small and vulnerable, like a little puppy dog. I had math next. I fucking hate math. Why is school even relevant? We don't need anything we learn in this damn place anyways. All I want to do is travel. I don't need anything they teach us in this fucking awful place.

I didn't pay attention to a damn thing my math teacher said all of class. I don't even remember her name. I was so absorbed in my thoughts, by my thoughts I mean I was thinking strictly about Castiel, remembering all of his nervous movements and beautiful dark blue eyes. I know this is incredibly cheesy, but maybe it was love at first sight or something. This was the first time someone has ever made me feel like this that fast. Well, really the first person that had ever made me feel like this at all.

People usually don't like me for my personality. I'm liked because I'm good looking. It honesty sucks. I can't stand it one fucking bit. I feel like Castiel is the kind of person that would like me for my personality, that is if he ever starts to like me. I hate getting the seductive stares and suggestive looks from those cheerleaders and popular girls. They try their hardest to get my attention, they're so desperate they'll hit on a damn gay guy that they have no chance in hell nor heaven with just for the attention. I will definitely not go straight for any of those girls. As for Amber Heard, well that's a totally different story. But I have my eye on one person and one person only. There isn't another soul I would choose over Castiel. The thing is, I've known him for 2 hours tops and I'm already having these heavy feelings.

I hated being separated from him, it was like I was missing a piece of myself. I loved just admiring him, just everything about him. He intrigues me. I want to know every single thing there is to know about him.

The bell rang as I pushed my way out of the classroom. Now, off to third period. I was focused on my schedule, trying to figure out where my next class was, when I bumped into a dark headed figure. My books were spread out on the floor along with his. I looked up and recognized those dark blue eyes. It was Cas.

*Castiel's P.O.V*

Second period was just pure hell. First of all, it's a business class and it's boring as hell. Second of all, I couldn't stop thinking about the new hot kid, Dean. Even though I tried my hardest to focus on my work, Dean still flooded my thoughts. There was no escaping those piercing green eyes of his. I doodled on my paper the whole class then eventually got called out by my bitchy teacher for being disrespectful and not listening, just the usual. The bell sang the song of relief as I shoved all my doodles and pencils into my backpack and grabbed my books and left as fast as I could.

I kept my head down as I walked through the hallway like I usually did to avoid everyone's judging stares. I had science next, I was practically sprinting because the class was on the total opposite side of the school. I actually liked science, all of my other classes suck except for art. I love art. In art I feel like I can be myself without people critiquing my every move. I've never gotten any of the normal responses like I fucked it all up or did it totally wrong because I could basically just do what I wanted to do, not what everyone else expects me to do. I'm a very unique person and I never got to express myself because of the assholes and dickheads that decide to claim that everything I always do is a mistake.

I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly someone bumped right into me, knocking my books out of my hands and causing me to stagger. Thank god whoever it was hadn't hit my bad arm, that would've hurt like a bitch. I looked up in surprise and noticed the tall blonde in front of me. Shit. It was Dean. Great going Cas, you jackass. You just made a fucking fool of yourself in front of the hot new guy. You deserve a damn metal for clumsiest dork off all time. Round of applause for you.

I tried to hide my face but he recognized me right away. He had a worried look in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he said softly while putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, sorry for running into you. It was all my fault. I-I should've been watching..." I stammered on before I noticed Dean didn't look worried anymore, he was actually trying to hide a smile behind his hand. I instantly stopped talking. He had on a grin that lit up his whole face, then he started laughing. It wasn't just a giggle either, it was a laughter that shook his whole body. He was doubled over and he just couldn't seem to stop. I tilted my head in confusion and looked at him. He noticed me looking a him and he stopped, wiping away the tears at his eyes.

"I'm sorry, it's just that you're...that was just the most adorable thing I've ever seen. Here let me pick up your books," Dean said while bending down. He gathered my books and handing them out to me, but I didn't move. I was flustered, I couldn't believe it at all. Dean Winchester had just called me adorable. My whole face heated up with embarrassment and excitement. I wiped my hand over my mouth to try and hide it, it was just impossible. "Well, are you gonna take 'em?" He said with a smile that went from ear to ear. I nodded hysterically and took my books out of his hands then helped him pick up the couple books of his that were still on laying on the floor.

"Thanks, Dean," I said while placing his books into his arms and taking mine.

"No problem. Don't take the blame for this, it was all me. I was looking for my next class and I wasn't paying attention," he said while rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassment was creeping up his face.

"It's fine, I guess I'll see you around," I said flashing him a quick smile then started to head off toward my next class. But I immediately turned back around. "Do you need help finding your class?" I asked hoping for a yes. He was obviously a very independent person, but how could I not at least offer to help him around the school? He slowly nodded. Then he showed me what room and I lead him straight there. He gave me a heart warming smile and thanked me.

"See you later," he said with a wink and a smirk, disappearing into his class. I had about a minute to get to my class. I ran as fast as my legs could take me. I slipped into the classroom just as the bell rang. I silently thanked God then started unpacking my things.

*5 long and boring periods later*

Students were piling out of their classrooms and into the halls as the final bell had sung, releasing all of the students to enjoy the rest of their days. All except for 2. Dean and Castiel both had earned a detention for goofing off in Mr. Metatron's class that morning. Detention with Mr. Metatron definitely wasn't going to be fun. Castiel and Dean met right in front of Mr. Metatron's classroom, Dean with a look of pure joy and Cas with a look of pure terror. Castiel silently said his prayers before entering the classroom with Dean right by his side with a big smug grin across his face. Well, this is really going to be an interesting experience, Castiel thought to himself.

*Author's Note*

Sorry this took me forever to write. I've been super busy lately. I hope you're enjoying my fic. Thanks for reading!