[DESTIEL] Not A Diary (trigger warning)

Chapter Six: haha. lol. hey

DISCLAIMER: I started this story like.... 1.5 years ago?? Yeah so the characterization is really bad. Therefore I decided to do a complete 180 so the way they talk is gonna be inconsistent with my last chapters, but at least they should be talking more like themselves from the show. Anyway just wanted to get that out of the way

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The next day at school had been incredibly hectic.

Dean had replied to Castiel by saying he'd think about it, despite the fact that his obvious answer was yes. It wasn't one of those perfect moments you'd see in love story movies, no, this was real. The only reason he said maybe was because he needed time to process what had just occurred.

Never in his life had Dean expected to be getting the guy of his dreams, though Sammy still thought of him as Mr. Popular who could get anyone he wanted. Dean allowed Sam to idolize him like that, because 1. hello, huge confidence boost, and 2. he wanted Sam to have someone to look up to, seeing as John wasn't much of a role model.

But here Dean was, acting like a love struck idiot, reimagining the scene in his head over and over in Earth Science class.

Dean couldn't get Cas's soft smile out of his head, or his messy hair, or the smell of spearmint (which always lingered on his coat), or blue. The blue was the worst. Dean felt like he was being struck by wave after wave of stark blue ocean water, like he was drowning in it.

Blue had never been more of a beautiful color.

He found himself staring at the back of Cas's head, two rows behind him, while Mr. Ketch droned on about soil, and mentally slapped himself for getting worked up over some guy.

Mr. Ketch paused his lecture to poke fun at Dean, who was so abruptly pulled from Cloud 9. "Something on your mind, Mr. Winchester?" he asked with a smug authoritarian teacher grin.

A few people snickered, but Dean ignored them. "Well, sweetheart, the only thing on my mind right now is the breathtakingly captivating speech you're giving on the properties of the ground," he retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.

That's when the class practically exploded with laughter. Dean glanced over at Castiel again to see him break character and direct a coy smile at him, before turning around as not to ruin his reputation as the teacher's pet.

Dean chuckled to himself while Ketch practically fumed, obviously not one to like being talked down to. But neither was Dean, so he wouldn't let his comment slide, even if there were consequences.

"One more crack like that, Winchester, and you'll be spending time here after class." Ketch turned around to face the whiteboard he had been drawing diagrams on, and continued his lesson.

Dean stuck his pencil in his mouth and chewed on the eraser, his mind flashing back to the color blue.

The rest of class had gone by smoothly.

By the end of the day, Dean couldn't believe his mind wasn't sick of thinking about Cas. As he made his way to the middle school to pick up Sam, he accidentally dropped a few notebooks that he didn't have room for in his bag. Feeling like a complete idiot in the hallway with everyone's eyes on him, he instantly dropped to pick them up, sparing himself from anymore embarrassment, when someone appeared in front of him. It was a younger girl, probably 9th or 8th grade, with very pale skin and dark wavy hair that fell past her shoulders, and dark brown eyes that carried a weight with them, the weight of the world, or a dark amber abyss.

The girl grinned at Dean, helping grab the loose papers that flew and scattered around the long hallway, stacking them together as she went. Once Dean had picked up all of the papers, he smiled shyly back.

"Uh, thanks. You didn't... have to do that for me." Dean ran his hand through the hairs at the nape of his neck, a nervous antic of his. He was never really comfortable meeting new people, and he hoped that was just a high school phase, seeing as he'd either want to be an FBI agent or a singer.

The girl only shook her head and walked away.

That was strange, Dean thought

A/N: hi. i literally wrote all of that stuff in 2017. it is now the year of our lord 2022. sorry everyone for being MIA for so long.. i had detention 🤥

leave a comment or venmo me $10 if you want me to continue this godforsaken fanfiction. im home from college and bored. and i think i could write a better destiel plot than the supernatural finale writers.