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Hey readers! Check out my latests multi-chapter. It's a highschool au with nerd!Cas and badboy!Dean. (Warning: Cas is from an abusive household)

[deanlightful]

the horrors of pre-calc

Dean needs someone to tutor him in pre-calc, bad, but the only person available is Castiel Collins, and Castiel is... intimidating.

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“Fuck fuck fuck! ” Dean crumples his recent pre-calc test in his hand and throws it in the trash.

“That bad?” Charlie wonders, eyeing her own with distaste.

“I fucking failed .” Dean grumbles, trying and failing to keep the emotion out of his voice, “Again.”

“Yeah, I didn’t do too hot either. This class is tanking my GPA.”

“This class is bullshit.”

“I mean, it would help if we didn’t suck at math.”

Dean throws up his hands, “I’m gay, what am I supposed to do?”

“That has literally nothing to do with math.” Charlie snorts.

“Yeah, well, whatever. I’m still mad about it.”

Charlie leans against the row of lockers behind her and eyes him critically. “What you need is a tutor.”

“ You need a tutor!”

“Well, yeah,” She agrees, “That’s why I signed up for tutoring yesterday.”

“What the- without me? ”

“You were in the bathroom.”

“Ugh,” Dean slumps against the locker next to her, and is promptly shooed out of the way by the locker’s owner, “Who’d you get?”

“Jo Harvelle.”

“Is Jo good at math?”

Charlie shrugs, “Good enough to be a tutor, apparently.”

“Fuck me.” Dean sighs.

“No thanks.” Says Charlie.

Dean manages to catch Benny Lafitte at lunch, “Hey, are you still doing math tutoring?”

Benny gives him a slow up and down that makes him shift nervously. “All booked up, unfortunately. But maybe I can squeeze you in, if you… really want it.”

“Hah,” Dean swallows nervously, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, “No, uh, I mean- not that bad.”

Benny shrugs, “That’s cool. I don’t really have the time anyway, honestly. But, um, call me if you ever want to hang out, yeah?”

“Yeah- I um- okay.” Dean stammers, blushing furiously and backing away. It’s probably his own fault that Benny is so forward, after all Dean did give him a handy last year to repay him for help with algebra. But he’s trying not to say thanks with handjobs anymore.

“No way.” Dean protests, after conferring with Jo about his tutoring options, “I can’t.”

“He’s your only option,” Jo tells him, “And he’s good.”

“Then why isn’t he all booked up like everybody else?”

“Um…” Jo purses her lips, “He’s… intimidating.”

“Yeah, I know he’s intimidating, Jo, I’ve seen the guy.”

“But you need help with pre-calc, like, bad .”

“I’m aware!”

“So… get him to tutor you.”

“Um. That would mean talking to him, and that’s just not in my agenda, sorry.”

“Hey, you came to me for help. I’m helping you.”

Dean absolutely does not pout, but leans heavily against the library desk that Jo is parked at. “Can’t you ask him for me?”

“No.”

“But he scares me.”

“How much do you want to pass math?”

“Ugh, I don’t know .”

Jo raises an eyebrow, “So you’re willing to give Benny Lafitte a rub-off, but you can’t even talk to Castiel Collins?”

“Wha- how- how did you know about-”

“It’s not a secret, Dean.”

“ Oh my god.”

“Look, i’m just saying, you obviously wanted to pass math pretty bad last year. Where’s that drive now?”

Dean rubs frustratedly at his eyes, “Collins just makes me really nervous.”

“Yeah, he makes everybody nervous. Maybe you’d be less nervous if you gave him a handy.”

“God, I give one guy a handjob and I never hear the end of it!”

“Hmm, I heard it was more than one guy.”

“Shut up, Jo!” Dean shrieks.

Dean takes a deep breath, and then another. He’s been working up the nerve to talk to Castiel Collins for a week now, and only another, even more dismal test score has pushed him to finally do it. He catches Castiel after school, as the man strides through the parking lot on his long, long legs.

“Hey, Castiel!” He calls out.

Castiel stops and turns in one smooth motion, his tie flapping in the breeze like a streamer. The crisp lines of his button-down and khakis somehow manage to make him look very adult instead of.. lame. He’s wearing sturdy boots, a large black watch, and a disinterested facial expression.

“Yes?”

Dean scrambles to stop before running into Castiel, and only just succeeds.

“Uh, hi.” He struggles to catch his breath, “Um. Yeah. Okay, so. I was- uh, wondering if you could…” He trails off in the face of Castiel’s impassive gaze. His nerves are going wild, heart pounding, he can’t catch his breath.

“Are you… alright?” Castiel asks, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed with concern.

His gaze is clear and piercing.

“Uh…” Says Dean, mortification growing as he feels his hands begin to shake. “I’m sorry. I- don’t know- I don’t what’s wrong.”

“You’re hyperventilating.” Castiel says, his large hands guiding Dean to sit on the hood of a nearby car, “I need you to pace your breathing.”

His hand is on Dean’s chest, long fingers splayed out over Dean’s collarbone. “Breathe in, breathe out. There we go, keep that up. There we go.”

“Thanks.” Dean sighs as his breathing finally returns to normal. He’s humiliated and blushing furiously, but at least he has his breath.

“Are you alright, now?”

“I think so.”

“What did you need to ask me?”

“Oh,” Dean sighs, suddenly exhausted, “I, um. I was going to see if you would tutor me in pre-calc.”

Castiel looks at him seriously for a moment, “What parts are you having trouble with?”

“ All of it.”

“Alright.” Says Castiel, “I’ll tutor you, Dean.”

“You know my name?”

Castiel gives him a look, half amused, half confused, “We have four classes together, Dean.”

“Right. Yeah.”

“When would you like to start?”

“As soon as possible? I, uh, I need a lot of help.”

Dean’s house is quiet. He can hear the whir of the washing machine, the ticking of the clock over the mantel, and his own heartbeat. Castiel is considering the kitchen with the same sort of expression that one might wear when viewing a piece of art. He looks at the wallpaper, at the stove and the pictures on the refrigerator. He nods thoughtfully.

“I like your house.” He says.

Having Castiel in his house is terrifying, to say the least. He’s so put together, so smart, so adult , and here he is standing in Dean’s mediocre kitchen, looking at age-old macaroni art from when Dean was four.

“So,” Dean slumps down at the kitchen table, “Ready to find out how dumb I am?”

After a moment, Castiel sits down beside him, looking serious as always, “People learn differently, Dean, that doesn’t mean you’re stupid.”

“I guess. But i’ve had trouble with math my whole life. This is like, a last ditch effort. I just… want to warn you.”

Castiel just looks at him, which he’s done quite a bit so far. He taps the eraser of his pencil on the table, “So you have one bad subject, and you think that makes you stupid?”

“Look, I’m not really looking for a half-hearted  pep talk, okay? I just need enough help to get a passing grade.”

To his great surprise, Castiel reaches out and grasps his wrist. “I’m serious, Dean. You’re not stupid just because you’re not great at every subject. Math isn’t for everyone, and that’s okay.”

“Are you giving up before we’ve even started?”

“What? No, no. I believe you’re completely capable of mastering pre-calculus. I just want you to know that not liking math doesn’t make you stupid.”

Dean says nothing, a little stunned and not sure if he should be embarrassed or not. The following silence is long, and more than a little awkward.

After a while, Castiel clears his throat. “Let's get started.”

Math sucks. It sucks a lot. But having Castiel as a tutor makes it suck a little less.

Yes, Dean is a nervous mess. Yes, Castiel gets to see Dean struggle over math. On the upside though, Castiel smells amazing. His cologne is something like pine and peppermint, and every time Castiel turns to talk to him, Dean gets a whiff of Juicy Fruit gum.

Castiel is by far the most patient tutor Dean has ever had, he makes it easy to say when he doesn’t understand a concept, when he needs further clarification. His voice is gentle, which surprises Dean because he’s always thought of Castiel as such a stern, no-nonsense guy. Turns out, Castiel isn’t really anything like Dean thought he was. He’d had this picture of Castiel in his mind, something like a larger-than-life robot, attractive but cold. Dean has never been more wrong about someone.

“I don’t get it.” Dean sighs, frustrated, “I’m sorry, Cas. I just- I just don’t get it.”

“That’s okay.” Castiel assures him, “Would you like me to go over it again?”

“Can we stop for now? I think my brain is turning to mush.”

Castiel smiles, showing off rows of straight white teeth, dimples in his cheeks. “Sure.”

“I’m starving anyway, you want something to eat?”

“I could eat.” Castiel admits, “You want Pizza Shack?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t have any money. Or a car. I was just gonna… make spaghetti or something.”

“I’ll drive,” Says Castiel, “And I’ll pay.”

“Oh. Um. I mean, I guess.”

Dean has never seen Castiel as relaxed as he is at the Pizza Shack. He’s so… smiley. He’s laughing .

“Hey, um. This is probably going to sound weird, but i’ve never seen you smile before.”

Castiel doesn’t look offended, in fact, he nods. “I tend to be very serious at school. And I… have a hard time talking to people.”

“You seem fine talking to me.” Dean points out.

“You’re easy to talk to.”

“Thanks. So are you. You’re… really different than I thought you were.”

Castiel takes a big bite out of his slice of pizza and shrugs. “I never really feel like I can be myself at school.”

“You always dress like you’re going to a meeting.”

Castiel shrugs again. “Maybe I am.”

Dean snorts, “Yeah, alright.”

“I like to dress nice sometimes. Sometimes I don’t.”

This piques Dean’s interest. “When do you not?”

“When I’m at home. Usually when I go out.”

“What do you like to do when you’re not tutoring dummies?”

“You’ve got to stop calling yourself dumb, Dean.”

Dean ignores him, “When you’re not tutoring.”

Castiel looks at him for a moment, then drops it. “I go to a lot of shows, local bands and stuff, you know?”

For some reason, this revelation surprises Dean more than anything else. “ Really ?”

“Is it really so hard to believe that i’m not serious all the time?” Castiel asks.

“You just keep surprising me.”

“I’m going to a show this weekend. You want to come?”

Dean blinks. “Can I just do that? Don’t I need like, a ticket or something?”

“Ah, no. They’re not really those kinds of shows.”

Dean hesitates. He’s not really the kind of guy who goes to shows. He’s the kind of guy who stays home and has sleepovers with Charlie where they watch old sci-fi movies and drink too much Mountain Dew. God, Castiel is so much cooler than him.

“Okay.” His mouth says, way before his brain has had time to process everything, “Yeah I’ll- I’ll go to a show with you.”

Castiel grins. “Cool.”

When Castiel comes to pick Dean up on Friday night, his mother opens the door.

“Oh, hello dear!” Mary Winchester says gleefully, “You must be Dean’s friend. Come on in! Come on!”

Castiel grins and follows her into the house. Dean is coming down the stairs and almost trips over his own feet when he sees Castiel in casual clothes. He’s never seen the guy in anything besides button-downs and khakis, so seeing him in a band t-shirt and hip-hugging jeans is startling. He looks really really good.

“Hey, Cas! Hi. Uh. You ready?”

“I’m ready.” Castiel says, “It was good meeting you, Mrs. Winchester.”

“Good to meet you too, dear. You boys be safe tonight, okay?”

“Do you want Dean back by a certain time?” Castiel asks, politely.

Mary looks between them fondly. “Just have fun and be safe, okay? And if you come in late, try not to wake your brother.”

“What, really?” Dean asks, flabbergasted. He’s never gone out to something like this before, so he’s never had to ask his mother about curfew, but this is more lenience than he’d expected.

“Yep.” Mary leans forward and kisses him on the cheek, “Now get out of here before I get emotional about you growing up.”

“Let's go!” Says Dean.

The venue is an abandoned warehouse, which makes Dean a little nervous, but Castiel’s hand is on the small of his back. Castiel gets their cover charge and they both gets red stamps on the back of their hands, and the night begins.

The warehouse is crowded, and loud, but everyone is jumping and dancing and the music is good . Dean can’t stop smiling, and Castiel is pressed close to him by the throngs of other people. His hands on Dean’s hips are probably unnecessary, but Dean isn’t complaining. At one point, Castiel wants to get closer to the stage, so he takes Dean by the hand and tugs him along, and then he just doesn’t let go.

By the end of the night, Dean feels… well, it’s hard to tell exactly how he feels. He feels changed, he feels like he might of dreamed the whole thing.

“That was amazing !” Dean gushes on the way back to Castiel’s car, “I can’t believe i’ve never done that before, it was so cool!”

“I’m glad you liked it.” Says Castiel, who has been smiling all night.

“God, you’re so cool!”

Castiel laughs, “So are you, Dean.”

Their hands brush, and Dean, drunk on excitement, grabs Castiel’s without a second thought. Their hands part when they reach the car, but Dean can still feel the ghost of Castiel’s fingers in his. They roll down the windows and Castiel turns up the music, and they sing loudly and badly into the night. The cold wind rolling into the car makes Dean feel wild, like he could do absolutely anything.

There’s a moment, when they reach Dean’s house, right before he gets out of the car, when he’s sure that Castiel is going to kiss him. There’s electricity in the air, Castiel leans forward, but it’s only to thumb an eyelash off of Dean’s cheek, although he does look particularly reverent about it. But no, no kiss comes that night, to Dean’s disappointment. He can’t really be too disappointed though, because the night has been… such an experience.

Going to school on Monday is a little odd, because now he has Castiel’s phone number, and the memory of holding his hand and dancing with him in a crowded warehouse. Now he knows that the button-downs and ties are easily traded for band tees, and he’s not entirely sure what to do with this information.

Their tutoring continues, to Dean’s combined delight and despair. He loves the touch of their knees beneath the table, and the smell of cologne as Castiel leans close to explain a problem, but the math still gives him fits. Nevertheless, the grade on his next test is actually passing.

“I passed!” Dean shouts at Charlie, by her locker, who screams her approval.

“I passed!” He shouts at Kevin, in the library, who looks to be having a heart attack.

“I passed !” He shouts at Castiel, out in the parking lot, who beams and opens his arms to embrace Dean in an unexpected but entirely welcome hug.

“You passed!”

“ I passed !”

“I knew you could.”

“ I didn’t. I thought i’d be stuck in high school forever! Suck it, math!”

“We have to celebrate!” Castiel announces.

“We do?”

“We do!”

“Okay! What do you want to do?”

Castiel laughs, “It’s your celebration.”

“And I want you to do all the work.”

“Right, right. Because teaching you wasn’t enough work. I’m just kidding!” He insists when Dean frowns, “I actually already have something planned.”

“No you do not!” Dean laughs.

“‘Course I do.”

“What is it?”

“A surprise.” Castiel teases, eyes alight with mirth.

“Fuck you.” Says Dean.

“You’ll like it. This weekend, pack a pair of pajamas and a change of clothes. What do you say?” Castiel’s tone is confident, but his hands are in his pockets and his expression is one that almost seems to expect rejection.

Dean gasps, “Are we having a sleepover?”

If Castiel’s grin wasn’t answer enough, his next words are a confession, “It’s not too lame, is it? It’s totally middle school, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s good!” Dean assures him, “I love it! We’ll have a sleepover.”

“Alright, well. It’s gonna be good. So… get ready.”

“Oh, I’m ready.”

Dean is not ready. In no way is he ready to spend the night with his math tutor, who he finds absolutely unbearably attractive, and on whom he has a crush that could easily be described as mammoth . On top of this, he knows nothing about the rest of Castiel’s plans. Will there be other people there? Is it just going to be the two of them? What will they be doing?

These questions plague him through the rest of the week, while he’s packing and telling his mother about his plans. Mary is ecstatic that Dean is going out more and making friends, and lets him go without more than a kiss on the cheek and a promise to behave.

Castiel picks Dean up in the afternoon, and Dean realizes within minutes that they’re not headed toward Castiel’s house.

“Uh…” Says Dean, “Where’s this sleepover?”

“I think maybe you need tutoring in English too,” Castiel says with feigned thoughtfulness, “because you don’t seem to know the meaning of the word ‘surprise’.”

“Shut up.” Dean slaps half-heartedly at Castiel’s leg, “I’m just trying to make sure you’re not taking me into the woods to murder me.”

“You think I’d kill you after all the hard work I put into helping you with pre-calc?”

“You think you’re so funny , don’t you?”

“You think i’m funny.”

Dean glares. “I admit nothing.”

They drive out of the city, and Dean tries again, with no avail, to get Castiel to tell him where they’re going. Finally, after about forty-five minutes of driving through the middle of nowhere, they turn down a road that winds through the woods. Another ten minutes, another turn, and finally they’re pulling into a clearing with a small cabin in the middle of it.

Dean squints suspiciously, “Did you just drive us into a horror movie?”

Castiel laughs and opens the passenger side door, unconcerned. “My older brothers built this. It’s just a getaway spot, anyone in the family can use it. I thought we could watch scary movies, I’ll make a pizza, we can get drunk.”

Dean grins and climbs out of the car, finally convinced, “You got booze?”

“Yep.” Castiel confirms, hauling a crate full of various alcohol out of his trunk, “Courtesy of my brother Gabriel.”

The inside of the cabin in much nicer than Dean thought it would be. He’d been expecting the bare minimum, and is happily surprised. The cabin has power, a big kitchen with new appliances, a flat screen television and an enormous leather couch.

"Alright, lets get started on this pizza."

"Wait." Dean says, "You mean make make pizza?"

“Yeah.”

"Like, from scratch?"

"Totally. With whatever you want on there."

“Alright,” Dean says, falling backward onto the couch, “Lets see it.”

“Do you want to help?” Castiel asks fondly.

“I guess .” Says Dean.

And so, Castiel begins his preparation of a from scratch pizza, and Dean stands nearby being generally unhelpful. It takes less time than Dean thought it would, and soon the pizza is in the oven and Castiel is lugging his crate of booze into the living room.

“That's a lot.” Dean asks, unable to keep the awe out of his voice.

Castiel huffs, the crate thunks down next to the coffee table, “Gabriel is a big advocate of underage drinking.”

Dean leans over to peer into the depths, “So what have we got.”

“Whatever you like. We’ve got beer, wine, whisky, vodka. I, personally, am going to try out this Blue Raspberry vodka.”

“Can I get some of that?”

“Absolutely.”

They’re trashed. Way past tipsy, into spilling all your secrets and trying to make out with a desk lamp territory.

They’re in a heap on the couch, limbs tangled until neither can tell what belongs to whom. The remnants of the greedily devoured pizza lays scattered on the coffee table, along with the now half-empty bottle of Blue Raspberry vodka which was, in Dean’s opinion, a truly magnificent idea. The big flatscreen tv blasts Kurt Russell in all his eighties glory, fighting a shapeshifting alien in antarctica.

“God, I love this movie.” Dean says, head lolling lazily onto Castiel’s lap, “I love Kurt Russell.”

Castiel’s hand is carding gently through Dean’s hair, “Do you? I didn’t know that.”

“I had my first sex dream about him.”

Castiel tips back his head and laughs, a big, happy sound. “Mine was Patrick Dempsey.”

“Dempsey?”

“That hair . God, I thought he was so dreamy.”

Dean turns over so that he can look up at Castiel, who has a sort of dazed look on his face. “Do you like my hair?”

Castiel grins loosely and brushes a bit of hair back from Dean’s forehead, “Yeah, I love your hair.”

“Thanks,” Dean reaches up to run his finger along the bridge of Castiel’s nose.

Castiel is leaning closer now, breath sweet and tangy with fruity alcohol, the promise of a kiss lingering on his lips.

“Hell.” He mutters, and sits back up.

“What?” Dean asks, feeling more than a little put out, “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, nothing.”

“Cas, come on .”

Castiel leans his head back against the couch and huffs out a breath. He swallows, and again. “I, uh.” He says, “I was… kind of hoping that getting drunk would give me the courage to kiss you. But you’re also drunk, and I realize now that it makes me kind of a jerk.”

“Huh?” Dean frowns. He’d heard the word kiss and lost the train of the conversation.

“Nothing.” Castiel shakes his head, “I’ll fall asleep soon anyway.”

Dean wakes covered in sweat, with cotton mouth and a pounding headache. He rolls his head and meets with cloth and flesh, but his eyes refuse to open.

“Cas?” He croaks.

“Hmm?” Grumbles the cloth under his face.

“Are we dead?”

“Uh... I think so.”

“I have to pee.” The fabric of Castiel’s shirt gets stuck on Dean’s tongue, and he shakes his head to get loose.

“Quit licking me.”

“‘M not licking you.” Says Dean.

Castiel sighs, “If you get off of me, i’ll make you breakfast.”

“But i’m dead.”

“I’ll make you pancakes.”

Dean groans unhappily, but rolls off of Castiel, and the couch. From the floor, he groans again. He hears Castiel get up and walk unsteadily to the kitchen, but, facedown on the floor, he falls quickly back asleep.

“Dean, wake up.” Castiel’s voice comes from above him, “I made pancakes.”

This time, waking up is a little easier, despite the fact that he’s drooled all over the carpet. The sweet smell of breakfast soothes some of the fire in his skull. Dean gets to his feet slowly, through a truly impressive series of contortions and poses, more fit for an acrobat than a teenage boy, and when he’s finally up he views the entire world through a haze of distaste.

“I’m still dead.” He guesses.

“Come on.” Castiel grabs him by the arm and drags him into the kitchen, where pancakes and orange juice wait on the little kitchen table.

Dean falls upon them like he’s starving, which he is.

“Jesus christ,” He says, mouth full, “this is amazing. You’re amazing.”

Castiel sits across from him, eating his own pancakes at much more sedate pace, and watching Dean fondly.

After breakfast, they make their way to the front porch. There’s a swing and a light breeze, and birds singing cheerfully nearby. They sit together on the swing and Castiel leans back and looks at Dean.

“What?” Dean wonders, secretly very pleased to be the object of such single-minded attention.

“Dean, uh.” Castiel wets his lips and looks away, “I, uh, i’ve really liked hanging out with you. And um, getting to know you. And I just- I really like you, you know?”

Dean laughs, “Yeah, I like you too, man.” He says. He has an inkling where this is going, but he tries not to hope prematurely in case he’s wrong. He fails miserably.

“You’ve… kinda become my best friend. And I also, um,” Castiel wets his lips again, “really want to kiss you.” He takes a deep breath and talks very quickly now, “And if that’s a problem I mean whatever I get it, I’ll shut up about it and we’ll never talk about it again I swear to god but I- I just wanted you to know. I guess.”

“Okay.” Says Dean, already leaning forward eagerly.

“Huh?”

“I like you, too. You should, uh, kiss me. If you want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Castiel smiles, and keeps smiling as he leans forward and meets Dean’s lips with his own. Dean smiles back, and breathes a long sigh of relief.

“This doesn’t mean you can stop teaching me math, though.” He says, pulling back for a moment.

“Obviously.” Castiel agrees.

Dean remembers for a moment his trepidation at first asking Castiel to help him with pre-calc, and wishes he could have known then what was in store. He would have worn a cooler shirt.

[a-bookish-witch]

Destiel Highschool AU

i started writing this in 2012 but dropped it, but i figured i can try finishing it. 

Just to let you all know, i haven't watched Supernatural since mid season 8, so if certain characters don’t show up, its cause i don’t know they exist. 

alright lets get this rolling i guess

Chapter 1

Dean stood outside of the small house beside the Singer Auto shop, his latest Progress report in his hand. The grades had gotten were…well they were far from passing grades and the teen knew that he'd get an ear full when Bobby saw them. He could have just thrown it out and lied, but Dean knew that lying to Bobby Singer was like trying to lick your own elbow, not impossible but not many people can do it, and Dean was defiantly not one of them. Stealing himself Dean opened the door and called out to his Adoptive father, letting the middle aged man know he was home from Football Practice. After receiving a short "Yeah yeah" from the man, he made his way into the kitchen. Bobby was seated at the dinner table, reading the paper with a cup of what dean assumed was coffee; halfway between the man's mouth and the table. The teen cleared his throat to grab the man's attention, when he looked up from his paper and raised one brow at Dean waiting for the boy to speak.

"So um….Bobby… Here’s my progress report…." Setting the piece of paper on the table, he started to shift his weight from foot to foot, waiting as Bobby took the paper and stared at the four marks on the page. Science-30% English-40% Math-20% and Social-35%. When he heard a heavy sigh come from the older man, Dean looked up and gave him a weak smile. "What can I say, never been very bright, that's Sammy's thing". Bobby shook his head and placed the paper back onto the table and motioned for Dean to have a seat. After he was seated Dean waited for him to start yelling, to call him an Idgit but all he was met with was silence. When he looked up from the table top and at Bobby he saw the scruffy man running his fingers through his beard thoughtfully. Finally Bobby began to speak.

"Alright boy, so far you have been doing ok with your school work. Not great but…passing, and I know that with you helping out with my Shop and with your Football you don't have much time for studying, but if you wanna keep playing Football and Graduate you have to get your grades back up to at least fifty percent" Standing up, Bobby crossed the room and picked up his laptop "I'm going to find you a tutor and when I do, for the next month or two you won't have to help out with the shop as much" Dean smiled and got up to leave but was stopped when Bobby spoke again. "Whoa hold up Princess, I can't let you get away with marks like these scoot free. I got some new parts in earlier today, move them to the shop and put them where they are supposed to go, and when you're done that clean your room, it's filthy" With that said, the scruffy man sat back down and opened his laptop .Giving a heavy sigh Dean went to do as he was told.

(The next Day)

Sam laughed as he and Dean got out of their car and started heading to the front doors of the school. "You study, Yeah right!" The younger Winchester bent over and slapped his thigh as he continued to laugh. Dean punched him in the arm and started walking faster. "Sorry dude but I feel really bad for whoever Bobby got to tutor you" Called the taller boy as he caught up with Dean "oh yeah, who IS it going to be?"

"I don't know…some kid named Castell Nova or something" said Dean as they entered the school. Sam thought for a moment before responding.

"Oh do you mean Castiel Novak?" Dean nodded "well then at least I know you're going to actually learn something, that guy's in three of my classes, and he's pretty damn smart"

Dean smirked as they came to his locker "So he's a nerd is he?" Sam frowned at his brother and shook his head.

"Dean, don't tease the poor guy, he may be really smart but he's sort of like a lost kitten when it comes to anything that isn't school work" Dean just scoffed at Sam as he pulled out his Binder and textbook for his first class. "I'm serious Dean don't be a dick to him, you need him to help you, and picking on him isn't going to make this whole 'Tutor' thing any more fun for you" Finally Dean agreed he wouldn't be "A Dick" to the kid and split away from his little brother to join his team mates as they waited for the morning bell to ring.

~~~

After the bell rang signaling that lunch was almost over and that they should get their books ready, Sam grabbed his Backpack from under the table and waved goodbye to his friends and made his way to his next class. As he walked into his classroom he found Castiel sitting quietly in his desk, books laid out and ready for when the second bell. Smiling, Sam put his backpack onto his own desk and headed over to the quiet boy. "Hey there Castiel!" beamed the taller teen as he squatted in front of his desk. Castiel jumped and let out a small gasp. Looking wide eyed and panicked, the smaller male looked around the empty room before looking at the younger Winchester.

"Hello Sam…." Castiel almost whispered as he lowered his gaze to his books.

Sam chuckled. "So I hear that you're going to be tutoring my big Brother from now on, just thought that since you're going to be coming over a lot now I should get to know you a little more, talk and all that" standing up and patting Castiels shoulder he continued "Also thought I should warn you, my brother is kind of stubborn and snappy, so if he says or does something stupid don't take it personally, that's just him being an idiot, oh and after school you can catch a ride with us back to our place since you start today" When Sam looked back at Castiel, the brunette nodded slowly in reply to his statement, with that the bell rang and people started to file in and take their seats. Not long after the bell rang the Teacher walked in and began class.

~~~

When the final bell rang Dean was up and out of his desk and in the hall before anyone had even started putting their things away. He quickly made his way to his locker and packed his things away and headed for front doors to wait for Sam and Castiel. Sam had texted him during their five minute break between class and told him that he invited the kid to ride home with them after school. He couldn't wait to see what this "Nerd" that Bobby had found looked like. 'He probably has glasses and acne' Dean thought to himself with a chuckle. Dean didn't have to wait long, he saw Sam coming from down the hall. His baby brother towering over everyone as he brusquely walked through the hall. Looking for his tutor Dean caught a head of short dark brown hair walking right behind Sam, he couldn't see the guys face but judging from how close he was to Sam, he was most likely Castiel. When they finally reached Dean, Castiel was pretty much just hiding behind Sam. Dean raised a brow at his brother. Sam sighed and pulled the smaller male out from behind himself. "Dean, this is Castiel " when Dean saw the boy his eyes widened. He looked nothing like what he thought he would. No glasses, Big Blue eyes, pretty much flawless skin and dark brown, slightly messy hair. Dean was brought out of his staring by a cough from his brother.

"Alright then, Nice to meet ya Castiel, now let's get this show on the road" chimed Dean as he turned on his heal and headed out the door. When the three of them were in the car and on their way back to Bobby's place, Castiel quietly spoke.

"Thank you for giving me a ride, I appreciate it" Dean smiled and shook his head, making eye contact with the younger boy in the rear-view mirror.

"Hey, not a problem Cas you were going to be coming over later anyway, may as well save your parents some gas right?" Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother but stayed quiet. Dean usually hated giving other people rides, even if it was in the same direction they were going.

Bobby was just walking out of the Shop when the boys pulled into the driveway. The older man made his way towards the car as the three got out and called out a greeting. Bobby and Castiel shook hands "Hello sir, thank you for asking me to help your son with his studies" Bobby laughed and patted the teens shoulder.

"No need to be so formal boy, Call me Bobby, and thank you for agreeing to help this Idgit with his schoolwork" with that Bobby turned to the other two boys. "Sam you go and start filing the paperwork in the shop, and you" he paused to poke Dean in the chest, "Forgot clean your room like I asked yesterday" Castiel squinted his eyes slightly and tilted his head to the side as he watched the scene. After Dean and Bobby finished arguing Dean lead the younger boy to the house and into the living room.

Dean cleared his throat as they sat cross legged on the floor and spread out their textbooks. "So Cas...where do we start?" 

Castiel tilted his head to the side and thought for a moment. "What is the subject you have the lowest mark in?" 

Dean sighed. Castiel sat waiting for an answer. "Math...i'm really bad at math" replied Dean as he pulled his Math Textbook out. 

Castiel held his hand out, silently asking for the book. "Alright Dean lets get started then"

[blackdog9314]

Hot for Tutor

“What do you mean, you don't understand?” Dean asked.

He was sitting at one of the tables in the computer lab just behind the school cafeteria, and Castiel Novak was beside him, his dark hair messier than he'd ever seen it on account of the many times the other boy had run his hands through it as he listened to Dean.

Castiel's tan trench coat was draped over the back of the blue plastic chair he occupied, and the dorky, pressed collar of his white dress shirt was looser than usual (not that Dean had a habit of looking), the top button of it long-undone, now.

“I mean, I don't understand,” Castiel repeated, his full lips turned downward and his brow furrowed. He was self-consciously clasping his hands beside the outdated gray keyboard in front of its corresponding computer. His nails were clean and neatly filed, his knuckles smooth and his fingers almost delicate looking. Dean dragged his eyes away, setting his worn pencil down on the desk and shuffling his papers in an effort to remind himself what he was supposed to be doing right this very second. They were alone in the computer room, Dean noticed as he caught sight of the outdated clock mounted on the far wall. It was almost six o'clock on a Friday evening, and most everyone else had gone home, teachers, student-tutors and their struggling counterparts included. He hadn't realized how long he and Castiel had been going around the same subject material in circles, and the knowledge was somewhat jarring.

“I've explained it to you four times,” Dean said in what he hoped was a neutral tone after making sure his stack of cheat-sheets and charts had been thoroughly shuffled once, and then again for good measure. He'd been regularly volunteering to tutor at Reidel High for almost a year now, and had lost count of the times he'd had a fellow student fail to comprehend something after he'd painstakingly explained it; that was par for the course, and he was well-used to it. If he'd had a dollar for every time someone made him repeat himself, he'd have earned all the time he'd freely given to the endeavor over the past seven months. This, however, Dean didn't get.

Castiel Novak was one of the smartest kids in their school. At a year younger than Dean's seventeen he'd already racked up numerous academic accomplishments, been featured in the local paper more than once, and had single-handedly given their school a name in the Gifted and Talented competitions he entered. The fact that the guy was sitting here now, shaking his head in myopic confusion as Dean tried to explain the cosine feature of his T-91 calculator, was nothing short of mystifying.

“I don't...” Dean tried to tread carefully, realizing then how bad he was probably making Castiel feel. It wasn't his place to berate anyone for not getting something, no matter how unexpected the situation was. As a tutor, he should know better, really.

Dean scolded himself sternly for a second before starting again, determined to be the good tutor he knew he was capable of being, and to do right by Castiel. “I'm sorry. That wasn't cool of me. Let's go over it from the top.”

He grabbed the calculator from Castiel and quickly cleared its screen, setting it down and reaching out to his left to pluck a sheet of clean paper from the stack near the printer. Once he was set, he opened his mouth to start again, hoping that this time it would click for Castiel.

“Okay, so we're gonna—”

“I—” Castiel interrupted him, pausing for a moment before continuing. His eyes were screwed shut as Dean raised his head to look up at him, and his blue tie was twisted in the fingers of one hand. “I actually do get it,” he said jerkily.

Dean shook his head guiltily, feeling bad that he'd upset Castiel so much without meaning to. “No, it's okay. You don't have to say that. It's fine, let's just go again—”

“No, I mean, I've actually understood the whole time,” Castiel said, opening his eyes. His high cheekbones were flushed a dark pink, now, and his tie bore the nervous indentations of his grip. He looked at Dean intently, his dark blue eyes almost unsettlingly intense. “I know every function of this calculator.”

To demonstrate, he politely took the device from Dean, expertly thumbing his way through the bulky menu of functions and views. He graphed a few functions, writing down the very steps Dean had thought were going straight over his dark, messy head. He truly did understand, Dean admitted after a few minutes had passed in this way and the sheet of paper before them was covered in Castiel's chicken scratch.

“Then why come here?” Dean asked in surprise as Castiel set the calculator down.

“I just—I wanted to talktoyou.” The last few words were said in a rush, and it took Dean a second to process what exactly they were.

“You wanted to—oh,” Dean sat up rigidly, feeling his own face begin to color as he looked down at his hands rather than at Castiel. Had Castiel wanted to talk to him to tell Dean he'd felt his eyes on his back in their shared class, and that he was not amused? Dean suddenly felt somewhat trapped, and wished he could think of a plausible excuse to leave the computer room without his reasons for doing so being entirely obvious.

When he found the nerve to look up again, Castiel was nodding stiffly toward him before looking away with poorly-feigned insouciance. One of his pretty hands was drumming a pattern on the edge of the desk, its corresponding foot tapping restlessly on the streaked, laminate floor. Castiel seemed as nervous as Dean felt, and that made him wonder if perhaps he was misreading the situation.

Moving carefully, Dean turned to face Castiel more fully in his seat, clearing his throat before venturing, “You could have just said hi to me in class, y'know.”

“I thought this would be...better. I know you don't...don't hang out with people like me,” Castiel said cautiously, hanging his head just a little.

Dean huffed out a laugh, almost delirious with relief. “Are you kiddin'? Jo's literally rebuilding a car from the screws up with her dad, Charlie's hacking the school's homepage right now, and Ash is fuckin' scary with a welding torch. I hang out with whoever the hell I want, and you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Mister I-wear-a-trench-coat-even-when-it's-a-million-degrees-out.”

Castiel turned to look at him again, a slow smile turning up the corners of his mouth. He looked almost shy as he moved his chair closer to Dean's so that soon they were pressed shoulder-to-shoulder.

“Oh,” he said simply.

Dean turned to look at Castiel, finding himself almost nose-to-nose with him.

“Let's get out of here,” Dean said with a grin. “It's not like you need to study tonight.”

Read this on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9095212

[was-borednarcissist]

Cream, Tangerine, Blue

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[deanlirium]

The Perks of Being a Wallflower?

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[thisneverhappensinrealityright]

Greaser Dean and nerd Castiel. This amazing art was made by thebritishteapot. They are an amazing artist and every should go check them out!!

[astrocastiel]

This is about two months late and I have two other destiel fanfics I owe to my past botms which I apologize for the lateness. This destiel jock!dean & nerd!cas is for my January botm, burningdean, it would be awesome if you could check out their blog. Anyway, guys, this is pretty much my first destiel I've posted online. It would be awesome if you could read it leave me comments. Thanks! :)