"Y/n!" Elle and Max ran up to her first, tackling her to the grass.
"Make room!" Will screamed, jumping ontop of their pile. Mike smiled as he got out of the drivers seat, watching as Y/n smiled wide from under the three of her friends. Lucas and Dustin patted him on the back with almost relived smiles.
"I missed you guys!" Y/n screamed happily from under Elle, her arms trying to wrap around all three of them.
"Excuse me, we want some love," Dustin said, shoving Max and Will to the grass. He helped Y/n stand and wrapped his arms around her. Lucas joined in, and soon they were all hugging each other.
"I'm so happy to be back," she said, sighing softly as she was welcomed back into her friends collective warmth.
"Come on," Mike smiled, "Steve's waiting for us at the restaurant."
"Yes, It's time to spoil Y/n will endless breadsticks," Elle said, smiling as she tugged Y/n's hand. Mike wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissing her forehead with a happy smile.
"Y/n," the serious look on Steve's face has her heart dropping into her stomach. She looks at Mike first, his face a mirror of hers, dread and sadness. Max and Elle try to give hopeful, sympathetic smiles but they fall a bit short at the corners. Dustin, Will, and Lucas are staring at Steve with blank expressions, Y/n can see through them, they're just as scared as she is.
"What is it?" She dared to ask, her voice soft.
"You're dad reported you as a runaway and your mom told them that you were here. They contacted me this morning," his jaw clenched on the downward grind of his teeth. She barely felt Mike's hand clenching around hers against the rushing of blood inside of her. She's not sure what to say, her eye's are heating up and the bruises that have already completely faded are throbbing.
"What happens now?" Elle asked softly, her hand wrapping around your free hand.
"There's a woman who's going to come by later to get your side of the story. I gave her the basics, she just wants to hear your version." Steve walks the rest of the way into the living room and sits himself down on the coffee table in front of Y/n and Mike. "Best case senario, they let you stay here, which is also the least likely senario. Second best, they place you with a family somewhere close. Worst case, you go to a group home until you're eighteen."
"Which is the most likely," Y/n whispered, blowing out a shaky breath. Steve nods, his mouth set in a tight line. Her friends gather around her, wrapping their arms around her and each other, her eyes leaking with hot tears as she buries her face half in Mike's chest and half in Will's hair. She grips Elle's and Dustin's hands tightly. She felt Max's head on her lap, Lucas' head against her own, and Steve's comforting grip on her knee. She sighed out shakily, trying to remember each individual feeling of comfort from her friends. Mike gently kissed her forehead, his warmth the most prevelant.
-
They knew it would happen. They held out hope until the last second but Y/n still found herself standing in front of the social workers car with her luggage packed away in the back. It felt like she had been crying since she woke up, and if she thinks about it, she probably has.
Will steps up to her first, smiling softly at her.
"You're going to be okay, okay?" He whispered against her hair, his arms tight around her shoulders. She breathed out shakily, gripping onto the back of his shirt as she nodded.
Max was struggling not to cry, Y/n could see the redness in her eyes before she threw her arms around her.
"It's just for a few weeks," Y/n whispered, both for Max and herself.
"I know, but I'm still going to miss you like hell," She said.
Elle's face was completely tear streaked but she was still smiling softly.
"I love you so much," She whispered, kissing Y/n's cheek once she pulled away from a long hug.
"I'll see you in a few weeks, okay?" Dustin smiled softly at her, pinching her cheek like a brother would, before he hugged her.
Lucas hugged her silently, his shaky breathing and his lips against her forehead saying everyone she needed to know.
Mike licked his lips as he stepped up to her, wrapping her in his arms. "7 weeks and I'll be right there to pick you up, okay? You'll be right back here with me," he ran his hand against her hair, holding her tightly. He kissed her when he pulled away, trying to savor the feeling of her lips while he could. He'd visit her whenever he could, but the thought of her all alone, two hours away.
"I'll be okay," she nodded reassuringly. Mike kissed her one more time before stepping away. Steve turned to her with a sad smile, his arms going around her shoulder, his hands holding her gently against his chest. After months of staying with Steve, it felt like leaving a relative. She clutched onto his tee shirt, crying softly against his shoulder until she pulled away. He smiled at her, his thumb swiping against the tears on her cheeks.
They all stood together on the sidewalk, shoulder to shoulder, waving with sad smiles as she sat in the backseat of the social workers car, staring back at them as she drove away.
Summary: after cas' little show, Dean's confidence about approaching her increases and boy does he approach.
Tags: explicit content ;) ; eating out; riding; female cas; jealous Lisa; dean is a cutie
Part 1
Castiel jumped out of her mother's car with a tired yawn. She ducked her head down and gave her mother a once over.
Castiel jumped out of her mother's car with a tired yawn. She ducked her head down and gave her mother a once over.
"Don't drink before you get Gabe," she said before leaning up and shutting the door. Her mother flipped her off through the windshield and Castiel returned the gesture with both hands.
"Novak," Mrs. Harvell scolded tiredly from beside the bus.
"Sorry Ellen," Castiel smiled innocently as she handed the woman her cheer bag and her duffle bag. She stepped up onto the bus and took an empty seat near the back, smiling at some of the other girls. Lisa was sitting next to Jo and she scowled at Castiel when she passed. Cas ignored her for now, sliding onto the cold seat. Her athletic shorts did nothing to protect her legs from the cold seat, but her sweatshirt was big enough for her to slide it down to her knees. She pulled her phone out of her hoodie pocket and unwrapped her headphones from around it.
She was about to put the buds in her ears when someone tapped on the window beside her seat. She looked over and rolled her eyes as Dean waved at her with a dopey little smile. She pulled the window down and stood with her knee on the bench, folding her arms over the window sill as she peered out.
"Morning Cas," Dean smiled, holding out a to-go cup of coffee from the bakery behind the school.
"That for me?" Cas asked with a small smile.
"It is. I didn't know how you liked it so I brought you a bunch of different kinds of those little creamer things," he held up a small white bag, his cheeks turning pink. Cas bit her lip, stretching her arms through the window to grab the cup and the bag.
"You're a dork," she remarked with a warm little smile. "I kiss you once and now I can't get rid of you," she teased.
"I was just too afraid to make the first move, you don't really come across as approachable," Dean said, smirking playfully.
"That's the goal," cas nodded.
"Winchester, get on the bus!" Cas smiled as Dean rolled his eyes at the football coach.
"Give me a sec, Bobby!" He grumbled. He looked back up at Cas with a smile plastered on. "Can I see you later?" He asked.
"Maybe," Cas sent him a wink before slipped back into the bus and slid the window back up. She caught Lisa watching her, shaking her head when the other girl ducked her head to pretend like she wasn't just staring. Cas rolled her eyes as she sat back in her seat, smiling disbelievingly as the cup of coffee in her hands. She put her headphones in and turned her volume up as she sipped her coffee.
"One, two, three," Cas counted along, standing in the middle of Jo, Lisa, and Charlie. Charlie took her hips when Cas braced herself on Jo and Lisa's shoulders and with a jump she landed on their hands, bending her knees then she was thrown up. She tucked her hands to her sides as she spun in the air. She felt Jo and Charlie's hands under her, but Lisa's support was gone and cas was falling to the mats, Charlie's arm keeping her head from crashing. Castiel yelped as she landed with her wrist beneath her hip, crushing it slightly.
"Shit, you okay Cas?" Charlie asked as she helped her up.
"I'm fine," Cas looked up at Lisa with a scowl, gently cupping her wrist. "What the hell was that?" Cas asked angrily.
"Lisa?" Coach Harvelle questioned, gently grabbing Cas' wrist to inspect it. The initial pain was wearing off and it didn't hurt when Coach Harvelle rolled it in circles.
"Sorry, I messed up the counting," Lisa shrugged.
"No, you let me fall!" Castiel accused.
"Well you're not the lightest person to catch," she said with sarcastic smile.
"Really? You want to weight shame?" Cas stepped closer to her, her eyebrows furrowing.
"That's enough ladies. Lisa, you do something like that again I'll have to switch you to the back," Coach Harvelle warned. Lisa clenched her teeth, but nodded. "Alright. Let's run it again." Cas shook her head, stepping back between the three girls. They started counting again and Cas twisted in the air and landed safely in their arms, continuing onto the flip.
Thankfully Castiel wasn't close to Lisa through most of the rest of the routine. They practiced for another two hours before they were allowed to go back up to their rooms.
"Hey Cas, some of us are going down to the pool later, you want to come?" Charlie asked, smiling brightly as she gulped down a bottle of Gatorade.
"I'm pretty wiped, but maybe tomorrow," she smiled politely as she hooked her bag over her shoulder and sipped some water.
"Okay, well I'll see you at dinner tonight then," she said with a wave as she met her girlfriend at the door. Cas waved back to her as she walked out of the hotel ballroom they had been using for practice. The mats were all clear by then and Coach Harvelle was going over the flaws of their routine with Rowena, the other coach.
"Good practice?" Cas raised her eyes from her phone and settled her grumpy expression on Dean.
"Your girlfriend let me fall," she said as she walked past him, starting for the elevators.
"If you're referring to Lisa, she is not my girlfriend and she never was. We went on like one date last month," Dean said as he followed Cas to the elevators.
"Well she certainly acts like a jealous girlfriend," Cas rolled her eyes as she jabbed her finger into the elevator button.
"Okay," Dean drew out the word, looking towards the floor for a second. "I can talk to her if you want," Cas scoffed as she stepped into the elevator, half expecting Dean to follow her. He stood just outside of it, his eyes flicking between hers and anywhere but hers. "Or I can just leave you alone. I'm not trying to like, be pushy or anything, I get it if you're not interested."
Castiel snapped out of her fugue of grumpy frustration, sighing softly at herself.
"No, I," she threw her hand out to stop elevator when it started to close. She softened her cold expression and tried to remember how to tilt her voice to not sound like she's angry. "Sorry. I'm just tired and my social interaction limit is peaking. I was just going to take a shower and lay down," she licked her lips, looking over Dean's shoulder at the emptying lobby. "You can join me if you want."
Deans eyes widened and he opened his mouth wide before he was wincing. "Fuck, there is literally nothing I'd like to do more than that, but I'm supposed to be in the gym with the team. Bobby will notice if I'm not there," he said, looking all levels of regretful.
"Right, well, try not to think about me while you're in there." She pulled her hand away from the door. “In the shower.” She pressed the button for her floor. "Naked.” She smirked as the doors began to close. “Wet.” She watched Dean chest rise with a sharp inhale. "Bye Dean.” She waved her fingers as the doors shut.
"You sure you're not up for sight seeing?" Charlie asked as she slipped her bag over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm not really in the mood. I'm just going to do some reading," cas smiled softly. Charlie was one of the only girls that Castiel really liked. She was sweet, funny, nerdy, and she didn't try too hard. She was real, and that's all Castiel wanted in a friend.
"Okay, well I'll bring you a keychain or something," she smiled, throwing Cas a peace sign before opening the door. "Oh! Well hello there," Cas glanced up when Charlie greeted someone at the door. "Well, I was just on my way out, you have fun," there was a clear smirk in her voice and Castiel heard the door shut and a pair of feet a second before she saw Dean enter the room.
"Do you know how hard it is to work out with a boner?" He asked as he approached Castiel's bed. She leaned back on her elbows with a little smirk, stretching one leg out on the bed and bending the other.
"Pun intended?" She asked, tilting her head. Dean took a shuddering breath but his feet stayed planted in the floor. Castiel wanted to tease him some more but she was feeling impatient so she took mercy.
"Alright, if you want to fuck me you'll have to warm me up first and I'm not in the mood to spend half an hour making out. So, if you want to do this, I'd prefer you just go down on me. That cool with you?" Castiel asked as she sat up, spreading her legs.
"Cool-" Dean nodded hastily, "-that is so cool with me." Dean dropped to his knees, spreading Castiel's thighs further apart. She lifted her hips so he could pull her shorts and panties down, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. She leaned back on her hands as Dean kissed her knee, both hands running along her calves, from her ankle up to her hip and down again. Cas sighed as Dean paused with every handful of kisses to suck bruises into her thighs. He spent a good few minutes paying attention to her thighs, marking them up, getting closer and closer to where she wanted him. She tilted her head to the side, her cheek pressed to her shoulder as she stared down at him, breathing softly.
Dean pressed his hand against her stomach, gently pushing her down, hooking one leg over his shoulder and pushing the other one further to the side. Cas allowed him to arrange her as he pleased, relaxing back against the hotel mattress and staring up at the ceiling. She felt his breath against her and she sighed softly. He kissed along the seam of her inner thigh, then along her mound, lips brushing against the course, dark hair there. He kissed gently down her cunt, then licked a broad stripe up her lips, the tip of his tongue teasing over the hood of her clit. Her breath stuttered in her throat as he repeated the action. He ran his tongue lightly over her clit once, then kissed around it, teasing as he ran his thumb back and forth over her belly. She hummed, pressing one hand over his, holding it there, and cupping her breast with the other, just squeezing gently over her tee shirt, thankful she forewent a bra after her shower.
Her knee jerked over Dean's shoulder when he licked over her folds with more pressure. Then he was tonguing at her clit with purpose. He trailed his fingertips lightly up and down the thigh that wasn't propped over his shoulder, a light touch that sent tingles through the rest of her.
She jerked her head up when his tongue teased at her entrance, curling her fingers around the hand on her stomach.
"Don't. Tongue stays outside," she said, voice breathy.
"Got it," he pulled back to say, "anything else," he asked, kissing at her thighs again.
"Nope, everything else was perfect," she said, laying her head back down. "Don't let that go to your head," she added, reaching down to card her fingers through her hair. He laughed softly against her thigh, pressing one more kiss there before going back down. She gripped his hair, rolling her hips once up against his mouth, then again when he moaned against her. She pulled his hand up from her stomach and guided him under shirt. He took the hint quickly, sliding his palm up her rib cage until he reached her breast, cupping his hand around it with her nipple between his middle and pointer fingers. She sighed, resting her hand on his head as he licked against her again, switching between broad strokes, kisses over her folds, and focused swipes to her clit.
After a few minutes, just as she was going to tell him he can come up now, he moved his other hand from her thigh and pressed his thumb and pointer finger to either side of her clit, then started licking from side to side. Cas gasped, her stomach clenching and fluttering with pleasure, her thighs trying to clench around him.
"Fuck, fuck, don't stop," she cried, gripping his hair hard and digging her head back into the mattress. "Oh god, don't stop," she moaned, Dean's fingers pinching her nipple and his hand massaging her breast. A gasp was torn from her throat as she came, her hips stuttering against his mouth, her eyes squeezing shut, thighs trembling.
"Fuck," she breathed out heavily, looking up at the ceiling with wide eyes. "Holy shit," she relaxed against the bed, letting the aftermath of the pleasure wash over her, her leg stood hooked over deans shoulder. He pressed kisses along her thighs, gently setting her leg down as he kissed up to her hip and along her belly. He kissed up the valley of her breasts and she tilted her head back to give him access to her neck.
"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" She asked, draping her arms over his shoulders.
"Cosmopolitan," he said with a wide smile, "and you can't make fun of me because I made you come," he said, lightly kissing her lips.
"Hell yeah you did," she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. "Now take your clothes off," she demanded, shoving him up. He scrambled off of the bed and he fought to get his clothes off of his body, pausing with his fingers hooked in the waistband of his boxers.
"I don't have a condom," he said hesitantly. Cas propped herself up on her elbows with a glare.
"You didn't think to bring a condom?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I didn't want to assume you'd just have sex with me," Dean threw his hands up. Castiel let her head fall back for a second before she sat up and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. She held a finger up when Dean gave her a questioning look. She shook her head and glared at him as she held her phone to her ear, listening to it ring.
"What do you want?"
"A condom," Cas said into the phone.
"You little slut. Give me two minutes, I'm bringing you ten."
"He made me come with his tongue," cas said, rolling her eyes when Dean smiled proudly. He crawled back onto the bed, holding himself above her and kissing her neck.
"You lucky, lucky girl. Who is it? Can I have him next?"
"No way, I'm not sharing," Castiel chuckled, leaning her head back as Dean kissed along her jaw. "Fuck, where the hell are you?" Cas asked as Dean grinded down against her, her sensitive clit brushing against his bulge, still covered by his boxers.
"Down the hall, you gonna tell me who it is?"
"Nope," Castiel gently pushed Dean off of her and got off of the bed, slipping her panties back on just as someone knocked on the door. Cas ran up to the door and opened it with a little smirk.
"It's Winchester isn't it? Winchester, you in there?" Meg smiled cheekily as she tried to peek over Castiel's shoulder.
"Goodbye Meg," Cas said pointedly as she reached for the packets in her hands.
"I brought you some lube too, and you bet your cute little ass that I'm coming back later for the details," Meg said
"Thank you, you're the best," Castiel blew her a kiss as she closed the door. She locked it and walked back to the bed, throwing one of the condoms at Dean, keeping one of the lube packet and dropping the rest. Dean slipped his boxers off and ripped the condom packet open. Castiel crawled onto the bed and straddled Dean's thighs as he rolled the condom on. She slicked him up with the lube and braced one hand against his chest, holding him still with the other as she sank down onto him.
"Fuck," he breathed, biting down on his bottom lip when her ass touched his thighs, his dick buried completely inside of her. Cas thinks very briefly of Lisa, and it makes her stomach flutter with pride as she looked down at Dean, watching him struggle to keep his hips still while she adjusts. Then she clenches around him and all thoughts of anyone but Dean are gone and she throws her head back as she started rocking her hips. Dean gripped her hips, stroking over her thighs as she rocked her hips back and forth. She dragged her hands up his stomach and ran her thumb over his nipple, making his hips jerk with a moan.
Dean cursed as he gripped her hips and flipped them over, her back bouncing against the mattress. She moaned, wrapping her legs around Dean's waist, grinding up every time he thrusted into her. Dean leaned his elbows on the bed, burying his fingers in her hair as he rocked his hips hard. Cas unwrapped her legs from around his waist, pressing her feet against the bed so she could thrust her hips up. Dean breathed shakily into her neck, moaning against her skin. She cupped his cheek and guided his lips to hers, her other hand sliding down between their bodies to rub circles on her clit.
"Fuck, Cas," Dean moaned, his nose pressed into her neck, his hips stuttering. She tilted her head down and kissed at his neck as she clenched around him, her belly quivering.
"Come on," she whispered, nibbling his earlobe as his hands tightened in her hair. She rubbed her clit faster, her eyes fluttering.
Dean came first, gasping and biting down on her neck. Cas moaned when her orgasm washed over her, eyes rolling back, stomach clenching.
Dean kissed at her neck softly, light presses of his lips to her skin as he pulled out. Cas turned her head and caught his lips in a kiss, running her hands along his sides, gently dragging her nails along his skin.
"I am never letting you out of this hotel room," cas said, sighing as she went boneless against the mattress. Dean chuckled, leaning up so he could dispose of the condom.
"I don't think your roommate would like that," he said, getting up so he could throw the condom away.
"Fine. I swear though, if you think this was a one time thing you're insane," Cas said as she sat up.
"I wouldn't dare think that," Dean said, pulling his boxers back on. "Get dressed and I'll buy you dinner," he said, tugging his pants on before climbing over her, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Then I'm going to ask you to go steady with me." Castiel rolled her eyes, shoving him away. Dean laughed, pulling her up with him so they could get dressed.
Castiel had to wear stockings under her skirt the next day because of the bruises Dean left on her thighs.
"Check in with guardian Steve is complete," y/n said before collapsing onto the couch, landing half on top of Mike and half into of Elle.
"I think I'm already hung over," Max said, staring at an empty bottle of tequila.
"You know what would fix that?" Lucas asked. "A shot." Max groaned as he started pouring again.
"I agree, first one to black out looses," Will said, tripping over the coffee table because of the glasses covering his eyes.
"I think Dustin already lost," y/n said, poking the mentioned boys cheek. He was fast asleep on the floor beside the couch, snoring with tequila breath.
"Loser," Elle mumbled, her breathing softening as she started falling asleep. Mike grunted as he wiggled out from under Y/n, pulling her up as well.
"We're going to bed," he stared. Lucas booed at him, throwing a pillow at him. Mike rolled his head, smacking lucas' head on his way past. He guided her to one of the rooms, dropping her onto the bed as she groaned.
"The room is spinning," she grumbled into the sheets.
"Yeah, you were throwing back shots like it was water," he chuckled as he helped her sit up. "Take your shirt off."
"Mm, sexy," she giggled.
"Down tiger, we're getting ready for bed," he chuckled, helping her out of her shirt and replacing it with on of her oversized pajama shirts. He tugged her pants off, then helped her under the blankets, smoothing her hair away from her forehead as she groaned.
"You're my favorite boyfriend," she whispered.
"Well I hope I'm you're only boyfriend," he mused.
"Well I'm just so irresistible," she laughed at herself.
"Yes you are, baby," he chuckled. He pulled his shirt off and left his pants on the floor before crawling into the bed beside her. She pushed herself into his side, resting her head on his shoulder and hooking her leg over his hips.
"I love you, Mike," she whispered, eyes blissfully shut.
"I love you too, baby," he kissed her forehead, wrapping one arm around her shoulders, the other on her thigh.
Tags: Non-binary Castiel; enemies to lovers adjacent; some third party bullying; hurt/comfort; getting together; first kiss
"Do you have to be such a know it all?" Dean sneered, everyone in their AP English class collectively rolling their eyes.
"It's easy when certain other people don't know anything," Castiel replied with a little smirk that made Deans jaw clench.
"You're fucking annoying, you know that?" Dean rolled his eyes.
"Language," the teacher chided distantly.
"Why? Because I'm smart? Are you being a toxic jock, Dean? I thought you were trying to stray from the cliche? Isn't that why you dated Lisa Braeden, to show you weren't an asshole. 'Hey everyone, I'm not homophobic, my girlfriend is bi'," castiel mocked, earning a few hushed noises from the class.
"First of all, that's not why I dated her, and I'm Bi, what the hell are you talking about? Second, you're one to talk about cliches, the nerd thing does suit you well though," Dean gestured over Castiel's trench coat and thickly framed black glasses.
"Can we get back to class please?" Miss Harvelle asked with an exaggerated sigh.
"Yeah Cas, stop being distracting. Some of us are trying to learn," Dean huffed.
"You're the one who started it!" Cas scoffed.
"That's enough, boys, let's get back to class," Miss Harvelle got up from her desk, giving them both a stern look.
"Cas is non-binary, Miss Harvelle," Dean muttered, angrily placing his chin on his palm.
"Right, I'm sorry Castiel," she smiled softly in apology and Cas nodded with an accepting smile.
"Don't be a dick then stick up for me," Castiel mumbled.
"Don't be annoying and I won't be a dick," Dean retorted. Cas rolled their eyes and leaned back in the desk chair, focusing on Miss Harvelle.
"And what do we have here?" Dean smirked as the stairwell door automatically shut behind him. He jogged up the few steps, watching with a wide smile as Castiel stopped attempting to hide the joint they was smoking.
"Not today, Winchester, I'm not in the mood," Castiel grumbled, taking another hit, the end of the joint blazing red.
"What's the matter, Novak? Someone get your panties in a twist?" He asked, leaning against the railing. He tilted his head trying to catch Castiel's eyes, but Cas tilted their head down towards the joint hanging between their fingers. Fingers that were slightly shaking. "Cas?"
"Leave me alone, Dean," cas whispered. Dean took another step up, tilting his head down further.
"Are you crying?" He asked softly.
"Why do you care? We're practically mortal enemies, Dean. Just go prance along with all of your ten thousand friends, being the cool bisexual jock, and leave the weird stoner kid to blaze up in the stairwell. Let's just fit our stereotypes nice and tidy okay?" Castiel looked up, their left eye slightly swollen, eyebrow split and dripping blood.
"Shit, Cas, what the hell happened?" Dean asked.
"Don't pretend like you care!" The outburst makes Dean flinch. "Don't pretend like you give a shit about me."
"Cas, just because we banter and bitch at each other doesn't mean I'm going to leave you crying in the stairwell with a black eye. We won't go into the stereotype stuff because I feel like that's not really about me, but we gotta get you to the nurse or something," Dean reached down for Cas, but they drew back.
"Oh sure, the nurse will patch me right up and I'll be sent on my merry way where another intolerant asshole will beat the shit out of me because I have the audacity to be comfortable in my own fucking skin," Castiels entire body was shaking as they took another hit.
"Who was it?" Dean asked, eyebrows drawn down. "Who did it?"
"Why does it fucking matter? The last asshole who hate crimed me got a weeks suspension and spit on me the first chance they got," Castiel scoffed, another year rolling down their cheek. "I don't know why I even try. Maybe I should loose the trench coat?" Cas stood up, shrugging the coat off and throwing it against the wall. They were wearing a black tee shirt underneath, it hugged their frame nicely, Dean had never seen cas without the coat, it felt a little surreal.
"Maybe loose the glasses?" They shove them off and they landed on the floor with a clatter. "Maybe I should just drop the 'they/them' bullshit, it is pretty demanding and unfair of me to expect people to call me anything other than what I was assigned at birth. I was raised being called he/him, so why should it bother me?"
"Cas!" Dean jumped up the last few steps, gently grabbing Castiel's shoulders, gently shaking them.
"What? Am I wrong? You say it all the time, I'm annoying!"
"Enough!" Dean yelled. Cas flinched, sniffling as they were cut off. Dean breath hard in their space for a second, his thumb gently swiping away stray tears, cautious of the bruising skin around their eye. "You don't have to change shit for anyone," Dean whispered, his hands settling on either side of Castiel's face. "You are absolutely perfect the way you are." Dean was a little shocked at how close they were when the adrenaline of Castiel's outburst wore off. He swallowed as he glanced down at Castiel's lips, watching their tongue swipe out to wet them.
"Are you about to kiss me or do I need to put my glasses back on?" Cas whispered, slightly teasing but more so out of breath. Dean huffed a laugh, Castiel's mouth twitching up before he was leaning down and pressing their mouths together. Castiel's hands came up to deans hips, their fingers clenching around his tee shirt, pulling him in closer. Dean ran his thumb over Cas' cheek, and they pulled away with a hiss.
"Shit, sorry," Dean said, his thumb slightly coated in blood from Cas' cut.
"Way to ruin the moment, Winchester," Castiel teased as they moved around Dean to pick up their glasses. Dean rolled his eyes, gripping Cas' hips and pressing them back against the wall, connecting their lips again. Cas made a startled noise that made their lips part and Dean sucked their bottom lip between his own, gently dragging his teeth over it as he pulled away.
"Holy shit," Cas whispered, blinking up at Dean.
"Come on, you dork. Let's get you to the nurse," Dean smiled, his cheeks red as he picked up Castiel's coat. "And put this back on, you're practically naked," he said.
"Wait, where the fuck did my joint go?" Cas pulled away and glanced down at the floor.
"You dropped it around the time you told me someone spit on you," Dean said, picking the joint up from the first step and handing it back to cas. "I'm seriously going to need a name on that one. They're getting their entire fucking mouth revoked," he said with a downward turn of his expression.
"Dean Winchester," cas tilted their head at him, "are you being protective?" They asked.
"Hell yeah I am, no one messes with you but me," Dean threw his arm over Castiel's shoulders, "and now," he gently cupped their cheek, tilting their head so he could kiss their lips. "If you'll have me, no one kisses you but me," he said, his lips brushing theirs.
"Yeah, that sounds nice," cas smiled, nudging their nose against deans, leaning up to kiss his lips again.
"Tell me I'm not seeing what I'm seeing," Dean rolled his eyes as he approached the side of the school. Cas was on the ground, clutching their sides as the asshole kicker from the football team was practicing on Cas' ribs. Dean shoved the guys shoulder hard enough to make him grasp onto the fence to keep from falling over.
"Why the fuck are you defending him? I thought you hated the queen?" The guy said, gesturing with a sneer at Cas.
"Queen? Really? Get the fuck out of here. I'm the only one who gets to tease Cas, you hear me? And it's 'them' you intolerant little prick," Dean kicked the guys ass, quite literally, making him stumble again. Dean didn't bother to watch the guy run away with his tail tucked between his legs. He turned to cas and kneeled beside them, gently touching a hand to their hip.
"Hey, talk to me, Cas," he said softly.
"You're still a dick," Cas groaned out, relaxing against the concrete. Dean laughed, patting Cas' hip affectionately.
"Yeah well you're still an annoying know it all, so I guess the world still makes sense," he said.
"I think my ribs are bruised," Cas grunted as they tried to push themself into a sitting position, stopping with a pained groan. Dean gently helped them up, wrapping one around their waist and guided an arm over his shoulders.
"Let's get you to the nurse," Dean chuckled, hobbling Cas around the school.
"I don't even know what the world outside of this room looks like anymore," Dean shook his head, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on Cas' chest. Cas chuckled, the feeling of it vibrating against Deans cheek.
"That's because I bring you all of your food so you don't have to go outside," they pointed out, fingertips running along Dean's spine.
"I feel like I wasted a lot of time being a dick to you," Dean mumbled softly, directly his words at Cas' chest, where the bright red lines of Dean's fingernails had left the ghost of a trail from Cas' collar down to their stomach. This conversation never came up. Surprisingly. They spent all of their time just being in the present moment, acting almost as different people, meeting for the first time and getting to know each other as if they were strangers.
"You never hurt me, Dean. Ever," Cas said, eyes directed at the whirling blades of the ceiling fan. "It's not your fault that banter is our foreplay," they said. Dean huffed a laugh, tilting his head up to lean his chin on Cas' chest.
"You do look really sexy when you're annoyed with my shit," Dean smirked.
"Then I must be sexy all the time," Cas teased.
"Don't be a dick," Dean laughed, leaning up to catch Cas' lips in a kiss. Their bare skin shifted under the sheets as they pressed themselves closer to each other, enveloping themselves in the others warmth and skin.
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Summary: Lisa slut shames Meg and Cas teaches her a little lesson for it.
Tags: female cas; cheerleader cas; slut shaming; cas is a badass; (American) football player Dean; kissing
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"Did y'all hear that Meg Masters slept with Benny Lafitte at Garths party?" Jo asked as she dipped a carrot stick into her little tray of ranch. Castiel looked up, her mouth pausing around the lollipop in it.
"So?" She questioned with a careless shrug. Jo looked up with a scoff.
"So?" Jo repeated with an incredulous tilt of her head. "Benny looks like he hasn't showered in years and he just slept with Crowley, God, I can't imagine how many diseases are being passed around this school," she shook her head.
"Seriously," Lisa Braeden agreed, twirling her ponytail around her hand.
"It's just sex, condoms are a thing," Castiel said, blinking at the two.
"Meg sleeps with literally everyone," Lisa said with a grimace. "She'd probably sleep with us if we offered," she laughed.
"She is bisexual but I'm sure she has standards and slut shaming cheerleaders are probably below her," Castiel said, rolling her lollipop on her tongue. Lisa gaped at her, looking all levels of affronted.
"Excuse me?" Her pretty slim face was twisted up into a grimace and Castiel tried her best to stifle a chuckle. "It's not slut shaming, it's stating facts."
"Yeah, the fact is, Meg Masters gets more dick than you do. You'd probably loosen up if you got fucked more than once a month," Cas shrugged, crossing her legs and smoothing out her skirt as she sucked on her lollipop.
"I get more than you do, like anyone wants to bang the freak with the fucked up family," Lisa sneered. Castiel threw her head back with a loud laugh, attracting attention from other students in the cafeteria.
"Aw, Lisa, don't be petty, it's unbecoming," Castiel smiled placatingly. "My family may be fucked up, but that has nothing to do with how much I can get. Wanna see?" Castiel raised her eyebrows in a challenge.
"I have no doubt you're easy enough for someone to take advantage of," Lisa rolled her eyes.
"Gosh, Lis, you make things so fun sometimes," Castiel smirked as she stood up. She took her lollipop out of her mouth with a dramatic pop, and tossed it on Lisa's tray before walking away. Her cheer skirt and her ponytail swished as she took confident steps towards the table directly to the right of theirs. She leaned her hands against it, pushing her chest out and dropping one knee so her ass was propped up. She licked her lip, tongue stained cherry red.
Dean Winchester stared up at her with wide eyes. The rest of the table had eyes on her as well, but she kept her attention on Dean.
"I'm trying to prove a point so if you're agreeable, I'd like to straddle and kiss you. If not," she directed her attention to the rest of the table, making her insinuation obvious.
"Um, uh, yeah. I'm, I'm agreeable. I love proving points," Dean stuttered, sliding back a bit on the bench. Cas smiled, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip.
"Perfect." She threw her right leg over Dean and dropped down into his lap, her skirt splaying out around her thick, tan thighs. Dean's cheeks were warm under her hands as she tilted his head to the side and pressed their lips together. He tasted slightly of the sandwich he'd been eating when she approached, but the taste was soon overcome by the cherry flavor on her tongue.
Dean kept his hands on her hips, and that just wouldn't do if Castiel was making a point. She put her hands over his, sliding then down her hips, onto her thighs, then back. She guided his hands under her skirt and squeezed his fingers until he was gripping her ass. She smirked into their kiss, tangling her fingers in his hair and tugging his head back as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Dean fought weakly for dominance, but he was really no match for Castiel's determined, bold actions.
"Okay, that's quite enough!" Castiel smirked against Dean's lips, pulling away without looking up at whatever school staff member had interrupted them. She leaned in and licked the spit from Dean's bottom lip, kissing it softly once more.
"I think I just fell in love with you," Dean said, looking dazed. Castiel chuckled, patting Dean's chest.
"Good," she slipped off of his lap and bowed sarcastically at the cafeteria of gaping students. The staff member gripped her elbow and tugged her along. She twisted around to the table of cheerleaders, setting her gaze on Lisa and raising her middle fingers. She saw Meg Masters when she was being carted out and blew her a kiss as Meg smirked.
"I don't know how it is you are so familiar to me- or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before- in another time, a different place- some other existence," Mike finished, his fingers running gently against Y/n's hair. She sighed softly, her eyes set on the trees above them.
"I like that one," she said, tilting her head a bit further back to look at him.
"Yeah?" He smiled down at her, running his fingers against her forehead. He brought his hand back up to the book and marked the page, folding the corner so she could find it later.
"Mhm, i like the idea of soul mates. That there's someone who will love you in every life time," she said.
"I like that idea. I hope I've loved you before, and hopefully as much as I do in this life," he said.
"I hope I was loved by you before," she replied softly.
"Hey lovebirds, let's get our drink on," Lucas shouted from the porch of the cabin. You laughed softly, rolling your eyes. "It's 5 o'clock, let's go!"
"We'll be right there," Mike shouted back. Y/n rolled off of his lap and stood up, reaching her hands out for him. He took her hands and let her pull him up, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as soon as she let go.
Lisa was waiting for him when he forced himself to leave Castiel's apartment, sent away with a gentle kiss to the cheek. He sat in his car for twenty minutes, trying to remember how to breathe on his own. She raised an eyebrow at him when he stumbled through the door, exhausted and bleary eyed.
"Dean, are you drunk?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood from the couch.
"No," he mumbled as he kicked his shoes off. He felt boneless, like all of the anxiety has been pulled from his body, leaving him exhausted and heavy in the best way.
"Really? Because it looks like you're smashed," she countered.
"I'm just tired," he said, voice soft.
"We need to talk about whatever you're going through," she said.
"What are you talking about?" He pushed his hand through his hair, trying to breath in a bit deeper, he was getting fuzzier.
"I'm talking about the fact that you never seem to be happy, especially recently. Am I doing something wrong here? I'm really trying to be what you need, but that's hard when I can't tell what you need," She said.
"Yeah, you really can't huh?" He laughs a bit deliriously, "It's not your fault, I don't let you. You're not doing anything wrong, Lisa, it's me. It's my fucked up brain and my fucking itchy skin," he scratches at his arms like that is proving his point, but Lisa is still staring at him with confusion in her eyes. Dean sighs, dropping down onto the couch.
"Is this about your ex?" Lisa always had a way of surprising him, but this is next level. His head shoots up and some of the cloudiness washes away with the shock.
"What?" He breathes.
"I know she's the one who spoke at the charity event. Her name sounded familiar but I only realized when I saw the old photos in your phone. Is that what this is about? I know you two were pretty serious but that was, what? Three years ago?" She asked.
"Four," he says, rubbing his hands over his face. "I'm sorry, Lisa, I saw her at the event and now, I, I can't stop," he's one octave away from whining.
"You can't stop what? Thinking about her? Have you been seeing her?" There is an accusation hidden in her tone.
"No," Dean denies confidently, shoving away his anxiety so he could stand and face her. "No, I promise, I'm not cheating on you. It's just complicated. Our relationship was..." He can't finish his sentence.
"What?" She pushed.
"It was different. It wasn't like ours," it's not a good explanation, they both know it.
"Okay, how? If there's something you need, I can give it to you, or I can try. Dean, I can help you, you just have to trust me," she reaches out and touches his elbow but he folds in on himself and backs away from her touch. He turns his head away from the hurt look in her eyes at the action.
"No, Lisa, that's the thing. I trust you, fully, with anything else, but not this. You can't do this."
You're not her.
He physically bites his tongue so he wouldn't say it.
"Why not?" The frustration in her tone is making his teeth grind, "Just say what you're not saying, Dean!" She throws her hands up.
"She used to top me!" He's yelling it before he can bite his tongue again. Lisa's hands slowly lower back down to her sides, and she's staring at him in confusion again.
"What... What does that mean?" She asked in a whisper. Dean swallowed down the lump in his throat as he sat back down, placing his hands in his hair. The room was silent for a second as he regained control of his tongue.
"I was her sub. You can't do that for me because you don't want to and I don't want you to," he whispered. He couldn't look at her, but he heard the sound of a sigh and then the rustling of the arm chair.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, the accusatory tone gone from her voice. It was just empty softness now.
"I was just trying not to hurt you," he said.
"Dean, if you need something that I can't give you, I'll understand that. It's obviously going to hurt, but things will be so much better for both of us if we have partners that can give us everything we need," she said. Dean looked up slowly, his teeth worrying his bottom lip, his eyes probably bloodshot.
"I'm so sorry, Lisa," his chest hiccupped.
"Dean," she cooed his name as she got up from the armchair and pulled him into her arms. "I'm not mad at you, I promise," she whispered with her fingers carding through his hair. He surrendered to her comfort, thankful that she was so understanding and kind. She's right, it was always going to hurt, but things will be better for the both of them when they have people who can give them what they need.
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