And Together We Fell (prev. "Teenlock") - An AU Sherlock/Johnlock Fanfic

Chapter 14- Destiel One-off

Guess what- SUPERLOCK!

As a one off, I’ve decided to include Supernatural—more specifically, Destiel! Some of you guys may have noticed references to Supernatural earlier on in the chapters, and thanks to Lampsarenice; I thought it was some time for some Superlock!

I apologise for non SPN fans; I'll get this out of the way, and from now onwards it's strictly Sherlock! 

Enjoy the one-off, SPN fans!

“Jeez, Cas, could you lay off for a seconds? I’m trying to sleep here.”

“No, Dean. We were requested to go to detention by Mr Phillips. We must attend, or it will progress into an after school detention.”

“Cas, d’you think I give an ass if—“

“Dean. Get up.”

Dean groaned, flipped the pillow onto the cooler side, and ignored him. To hell if he was getting up. He yawned, shuffled around a bit, and flickered his eyes open to find Cas’ sparkling bright blue eyes centimetres from his face. He launched back, cursing, and hit his head on the wall.

“Jesus, Cas, what the hell?!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“Nah, it’s okay. Just… don’t do that again, ‘kay?”

“Okay Dean. Also, I don’t think my name is Jesus. It is Castiel.” Cas tilted his head slightly, and frowned. Dean looked up at him.

“Sure Cas, sure… what’s the time?” Dean yawned, ruffled his hair up and pitched himself forward.

“It’s 1pm. You went straight to bed as soon as we came in. I tried unsuccessfully to wake you, so I resorted to yelling at you. We need to go to our detention.” Cas repeated quickly, and opened the door. “Come on.”

Dean groaned, and sauntered out the door reluctantly. “Tell me again how you’re in this with me?”

“You were repeatedly kicking my chair, and when I told you to stop, I presume Mr Phillips thought we were conversing.” Cas looked down. Dean looked away, uncomfortable. He felt just the tiniest bit guilty, in the pit of his stomach; he didn’t mean to get Cas into detention. They passed a girl laughing in a group, flicking her hair behind her shoulder repeatedly, to which Dean wolf whistled, which made the group laugh and glance at Dean. Dean winked, and then strolled on. Cas looked at Dean sternly.

“I don’t know why you repeatedly sexualise women. Women have always been stronger than men, since the dawn of the earth, but since men dominated them they seem to think they are capable of continuing that domination. I’ve noticed that—“

“Alright Cas, you can stop now. Chill dude, ‘kay? I’ll stop… sexualising women, ‘kay? Cool.” Dean placed his hand on Cas’ shoulder, but Cas shook it off. Dean couldn’t help feeling the loss of his Cas’ touch.

Whoa dude, what the hell?

Dean shook his head in confusion as they approached the science teacher’s room. Castiel knocked twice before entering. Some kind of obnoxious fume was pungent in the air, and Dean coughed, and had to cover his nose with his sleeve. Cas seemed unaffected.

“Right, sit down. Don’t speak. You know the rules, so shut up.” Mr Phillips’ hoarse voice echoed around the room as he stalked over to the windows and opened a few. Immediately the smell started to die down.

Dean strode over to a seat (by the window), and Castiel sat in front of him. Cas turned around slightly, realised his mistake when he realised he was in front of Dean, and started to move.