Tags: Professor!Dean, Student!Cas, Top!Dean, Bottom!Cas, Sex Toys, Teasing, Desperation, Sexting, POV Dean, College AU
Written For: @spnkinkbingo
Square Filled: Desperation
To Dean, Monday mornings have always been the same: classes start too early and students want to be there even less than he does.
Until Castiel Fucking Novak joins his history class and now, Dean doesn't know what to expect.
Link to fic on Ao3
Excerpt:
“All right you savages, settle down.” Dean waves his hands in a sitting motion. “I know Monday’s mean shit to college students and I appreciate your attendance but I’m gonna need all of you to shut the fuck up.” He looks up at his students. “Please.”
Fucking Mondays. Dean hates them. College kids and Mondays were never meant to mix, and he’s pissed he has to teach a course to these fucking psychos, and on a Monday morning no less. It’s like the time slot from hell. He’s gonna have to sweet talk his boss before the semester ends to make sure he doesn't pull the short straw again. Because, fuck this shit.
He’d much rather still be naked and in bed with—
The door at the top of the room slams open and pulls Dean from his thoughts. His eyes narrow at the latecomer descending the stairs of his classroom like he owns the fucking place.
Castiel fucking Novak.
He’s sauntering to the open seat in front of Dean’s desk—fucking sauntering, this guy—and he looks Dean up and down as he passes, a slow smirk growing on his face.
“Hello, Dean,” he murmurs before he sits and Dean regrets ever telling his classes to call him by his first name. The first time Castiel fucking Novak greeted him that way, all the blood Dean needed in his brain was suddenly in his dick. He had to hide behind his desk and show a documentary on conspiracies because there was no way he’d be able to stand in front of his class and teach. Thank fuck this history class was a pre-req, anyway. None of these kids were taking it seriously.
He spent the next hour and a half trying to ignore his hard on and Novak’s eyes that were on him every time he dared to look. By the end of the period, it had become a game to see who would look away first. Dean always lost.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Lucifer (Supernatural)
Additional Tags: College Student Castiel, Thief Dean, Acts of Kindness, Stealing, Alternate Universe, Kind Dean, Poor Castiel, thief bobby, Thief Sam Winchester, ugly first meeting, First Meetings, i'm sick of cute fluffy meetings and decided to do and ugly first meeting
Series: Part 1 of A Thief In The Night
Summary:
Castiel is a poor college student with barely enough money to pay rent
Dean is a thief with a big heart
I suck at summaries
What else is new
A very original fic where thief Dean takes pitty on poor college student Castiel and decides to make his life a little easier. It’s so cute and has a cute sequel too (*squeals*)! Enjoy!
Prompt- Dean sleep talks but instead of saying cute things his ramblings are fucking terrifying (ex: "why is the man staring at us?" "there is blood everywhere" etc.) Cas has probably lost 10 years of his life from this. Cute fluffy comedy.
(I’m sorry this took SO long! Work, life, yadda yadda yadda. ;) Here you go, thank you for the prompt!)
No roommate is perfect. Castiel knows this.
Every relationship requires reaching compromises and learning boundaries, and it’s easier for things for become strained when two people are encroaching on each other’s living space. And squeezing two complete strangers into a dorm room the size of a shoebox and expecting them to get along for a year? Well, in his opinion, it’s a miracle that the number of homicides on college campuses isn’t higher, especially when adolescent hormones, poor impulse control, and underdeveloped frontal lobes are factored into the equation.
So, all things considered, Castiel feels pretty lucky to have Dean as his roommate.
Sure, Dean can be loud and boisterous, and he listens to music too loudly, but it doesn’t bother Castiel too much after the first few weeks. Dean’s questionable “tastes” in music actually start to grow on him, despite his better judgment. He’s even started picking up words to some of the songs, because Dean has a habit of belting out a lyric and then pointing dramatically at Castiel to sing the next verse, and Castiel had gotten tired of the disappointed look on Dean’s face whenever he didn’t know the words, so maybe he had looked up some of the lyrics between his classes.
But it definitely goes both ways, because Dean can pretend he doesn’t like Castiel’s soft jazz or documentaries or fiber-heavy cereal brands, but Castiel hasn’t been fooled since the day he walked into their room and found Dean hunched over his laptop, eyes suspiciously red, transfixed by Castiel’s copy of March of the Penguins. Before he could even say a word, Dean had slammed the laptop shut, face flushing red, and snapped, “Shut up, Cas! Some of the eggs didn’t hatch! Stop laughing, Cas!”
And yes, Dean can be a little over-the-top about cleaning (before rooming with Dean, Castiel would’ve thought there could never be such a thing as too clean, but he’s learned differently), but he’s learned to live with it.
For example, when Castiel comes back from class and spots Dean on his hands and knees scrubbing the baseboards, the smell of Lysol hitting him like a brick to the face, he’s learned that Dean needs space, so he goes to the library for a few hours until Dean’s worked off whatever stress or anger he’s been keeping bottled up. Then he comes back, drags Dean away from wiping out the inside of their desk drawers, and takes him to The Roadhouse for a burger. If Dean decides to confide in him, good; but if not, he can still see the tension easing out of Dean’s shoulders as they sit in the familiar atmosphere, talking about classes, talking about everything and nothing, knees barely brushing under the table.
And, in an effort to do his part, Castiel has started being more mindful about picking up after himself and not leaving his damp towels on the floor. He even tries to remember to make his bed in the mornings, although he forgets more often than not in his haste to get ready for class (not that it really matters because it’ll be made when he comes back, anyways).
And okay, Dean is lively and social and charismatic, and there’s always strange people in their dorm room, but Dean always make a point to introduce Castiel to everyone and try to include Castiel in the conversations, even if he doesn’t have much to contribute. Most of Dean’s friends are tolerable, and Castiel finds himself genuinely liking a few of them, such as Charlie and Benny, and even participating in political debates or Mario Kart games. And on the days that Castiel has a test or a paper due the next day, Dean will unceremoniously kick everyone out without Castiel even having to ask, good-naturedly yelling at everyone to “get lost, moochers, Cas has an Abnormal Psych test tomorrow and he’s gonna kick it in the ass!”.
And fine, Dean does party quite a bit on the weekends (or on the random Tuesday) and comes back in the middle of the night, inevitably waking up Castiel no matter how quiet he tries to be. But Castiel can’t even hold it against him, because when he tucks Dean’s drunk ass into bed and brings him a glass of water and some ibuprofen, Dean gives him the most profoundly grateful look that it’s almost humbling. Castiel doesn’t deserve a look like that for doing such a simple thing, a thing that any decent roommate would do.
Dean never says anything the next morning after these occurrences, but Castiel knows that Dean remembers, because Dean will find ways to make it up to him for the next week – just small things, like having coffee ready for him before his classes, or stocking up on Castiel’s favorite brand of peanut butter.
So no, Dean isn’t the perfect roommate, but Castiel doesn’t mind. He knows he’s not perfect either. But they have a good system, and they get along pretty well most of the time. There’s still some things that Castiel doesn’t understand – like why Dean insists that he’s dumb even though he’s excelling in his engineering classes – and they still have arguments, sometimes petty and sometimes not, but Castiel can’t imagine being roommates with anyone except Dean.
Although honestly, Dean hasn’t been just “a roommate” for a long time now. Castiel considers the term “best friend” to be much more fitting. Castiel lives with his best friend, and he thinks this makes him very lucky.
Summary: Dean Winchester dropped his little brother Sam off for his freshman year of college, then dropped out of his life completely. Now, nearly a year later, Dean's gotten himself together and is back in Lawrence to make things right with his brother. As he works to build his life in Kansas, Dean finds himself repeatedly crossing paths with Castiel Milton. Maybe the universe is trying to tell him something at a time when he's actually ready to listen.
Comments: 9/10. This is cute and fluffy and I love this. Dean recovers from being a violent alcoholic, he goes to therapy and goes to meet his brother. They make up and Dean moves in with Sam, where he makes friends with Charlie and Kevin, Sam’s college friends. Dean then meets Castiel, who gives him his number to offer gardening advice. But you guessed it, they fall in love and everything is awesome. College AU but Dean isn’t a college student.
I have an idea for an AU fic, but it's not one of your squares (but if you went with a ship like Cockles or Destiel, maybe you could incorporate it?). Firefighter!Dean has to come save, maybe, Author!Cas from a tree he climbed chasing his cat, who gets out of the tree by himself just fine, don't you know, leaving Cas stuck up the tree by himself, embarrassed as all hell. I've had this idea for a while, but I wouldn't know where to start writing ships. You do them so well, though!
LMAO this is really cute and funny. I don’t have author!cas though but maybe I could make it college student!cas if you don’t mind? I got author Misha but I don’t know why I feel this fits Cas and Destiel better.
Summery: Dean is too late with applying for a class at college and tries to get a place by directly contacting the lecturer via email. A typo in the mail address leads to him contacting another student instead.
Castiel is an English major at KU and should have gotten his mail account changed in order to not get spammed with work mails for his father, who unfortunately teaches at the same department. In the end, he's glad he didn't
This was a kind of different take on the “wrong-number” type fics. This was an e-mail thing, but it still fit that description to begin with, but it diverges pretty soon after the exposition. I really enjoyed them meeting so early into the fic. Normally these types of stories have a lot of angsty build-up to there first meeting, but this fic had none of that. It didn’t even have the usual “is this person cat-fishing me?” crisis, since they obviously had no reason to lie, and established early on that they both attended KU. Overall, I really enjoyed this fic, though I wish it was slightly longer.
If you like this fic, go check out the author on AO3 and give them kudos/ kind comments!
Congratulations to your Graduation, @ordered---chaos!
It’s not… forbidden, per se.
It would just be… highly unusual.
And anyway, Cas never talked about anything long-term or moving in with Dean after graduation or stuff like that.
Angels and humans just didn’t stay together after college. Everyone knew that. Too different, most would say. Not only because they have wings and are slightly stronger, but because they like things neater and cleaner than humans, a quiet environment.
Dean is ready to call bullshit on that. They were roommates (who occasionally fooled around, he reminds himself again, that’s all it was) for two years until his graduation last week.
Yeah, and maybe, he’s moved into an apartment with a big balcony and open spaces and other stuff angels love, but Cas hasn’t even come to check it out yet, so who cares.
He’s here because Cas is his friend, he’ll watch him graduate, and then they’ll go their separate ways.
Hell, it’s not like anyone else is going to be there for him. His family all but disowned him because he had the audacity to switch from theology to medicine. Angelic and human.
Small wonder he doesn’t want to be saddled with the stupid human and his small engineering degree.
Dean swallows and enters the hall.
Way more decorations than last week. Typical. Everything needs to be more special for angels. Most of them are just dicks with wings, really.
And Dean definitely doesn’t want wings, thank you very much. He’s very comfortable walking and driving. No flight to the death for him.
True, Cas has offered to take him flying a few times. He declined. Not that much because of the flying thing (although don’t get him wrong, that was definitely a factor) but because... well. It would only have made things awkward to have been carried around by Cas Superman-and-Lois-Lane-style.
“Dean!”
Before he even has time to look for Cas, his an- his friend his strolling towards him, robe billowing, tie askew, wings wide and puffy.
Good he’s never looked more beautiful.
“You came!”
His eyes look even bluer than usual. Or maybe it’s just that Dean hasn’t seen him in a few days.
God, what is he going to do in the next weeks? Months? Years?
“Of course. That’s what friends are for”.
His wings droop slightly. Dean frowns. He’s come to know Cas pretty well, and that dip usually means he’s unhappy.
“Hey, is everything...”
“Dean! How nice of you to come!”
And there’s Cas’ annoying friend Balthazar. Perfect. Dean rolls his eyes.
It’s not that he dislikes him. Okay, he does.
But mostly because he keeps hitting on Dean’s –
On Cas. And Cas is not interested. At least Dean doesn’t think so.
It’s not like they ever talked about it, like they ever talked about the nights they spent together or that time he helped Cas groom his wings...
“Balthazar”.
Maybe they’ll end up together after all. Balthazar’s going to be a doctor too. Maybe they’ll be the hot shot couple everyone envies.
“Big day!”
Balthazar grins, his wings flapping up and down. Dean resists the urge to roll his eyes again. Never one for holding back.
“I bet”.
“How’s your new place? Cassie tells me he hasn’t been over yet”.
Cas flinches. His wings droop lower. Again.
Did Dean say anything during his own graduation? Did he hurt Cas without noticing? There’s no reason for him not to come over.
“I won’t spoil his surprise then” he answers.
Cas’ eyes widen.
“You want me to visit you?”
“Yes, Cas. Matter of fact, it would have been nice if you just picked up your phone once in a while wo I could tell you I’ve been expecting you. Graduation or not, we’re friends” he snaps, “In case you haven’t noticed.”
That was definitely the wrong thing to say. Cas still looks sad.
He doesn’t understand.
Balthazar sighs dramatically. One of his wings whacks Dean.
“Hey!”
“Oh, so you do feel like a normal human being. Just wanted to check.”
“Balthazar –“
A cackling voice over the speaker informs them that the ceremony is about to start.
“That’s it” Balthazar decides and grabs Cas’ arm.
“We’re not going to be late. And afterwards...” he glares at Dean “we’ll find you again. Someone needs to make you two see sense”.
He drags Cas away. Dean goes looking for a place to sit down, as confused as he can be.
Why is Cas looking so sad on his graduation day? True, Dean was a little bummed too, but he had a reason. The same that’s about to get his diploma.
He still cheers for his friend, of course. He’s not a dick.
He fears the worst when Balthazar literally has to drag Cas back to him, however.
“So” Balthazar says, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “are you going to ask or should I?”
“What –“ Dean begins at the same time Cas hisses, “There’s nothing – “
“Oh, nothing? How nice.” He turns to Dean.
“Did you know that Cas asking you to fly with him meant him proposing you move in together, eventually buy a house with a picket fence and adopt several beautiful children?”
“Balthazar!”
“What?” Dean asks.
“Cas, is that true?”
Cas shuffles his feet. His wings droop even lower than before.
“I know it’s not... I know people expect us to...” he mutters.
Dean sighs.
“Cas, you idiot. You know I am scared of flying. Of course I would have said yes – “
Cas’ meets his eyes again, wings spreading wide in astonishment.
“I’ll leave you to it, gentleman”.
Neither of them hears Balthazar.
A short time later, Dean finds that flying isn’t that scary when he’s being kissed by his boyfriend.
Do It For A Dollar (au / 1.5k words / college student!cas / actor!dean)
Prompt 18 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @breathingdestiel
ao3 link
The warm heat of the New York summer clings to Castiel as he walks along to his favourite coffee shop. (It’s his favourite for one simple reason - it’s cheap and he’s a broke college student.)
Despite the air conditioning of the shop welcoming him in when he arrives, Castiel decides to take a seat under the awning outside. As a student, struggling to pay for college, and all the other costs that come with simply being alive, Castiel has to find entertainment in the smaller things in life. One such entertainment is buying a coffee and sitting, just watching people go by.
It’s a beautiful day outside so there’s plenty of people for Castiel to flit his eyes over as they walk past, going about their days. He’ll likely never see them again and that thought alone fascinates him immensely. The idea that your life can seem so huge and overwhelming and yet there’s seven billion of them walking around the planet at this moment. Seven billion perspectives.
Castiel’s eyes follow a bobbing balloon, clutched in the hand of a small child babbling to his mother. As the balloon disappears out of eye shot, Castiel’s focus is snapped to what looks like a couple of trailers pulling up and some guys with cameras jumping out. It looks as though they’re filming something across the street.
That was something Castiel had found it odd getting used to about living in New York. There was always some movie or show being filmed around the city. If he didn’t see it himself, he always heard about it. He’s at college to study film after all.
He squints against the beating sun, to try to get a better look. People watching is sure to get a whole lot better if the people he is watching are celebrities.
A couple of minutes pass and Castiel is starting to lose hope that he’s actually going to see anything before he leaves. He’s just about to get up from his seat when he chances a glance across the street again.
It seems something must be starting as there’s a rather hyper looking man holding a microphone and talking into a camera. The man must be introducing someone as he suddenly holds out an arm to bring someone into shot.
Oh god, it’s Dean Winchester! That man is a legend in film and he’s only thirty. Castiel had been hoping that they’d study some Dean’s movies and performances in his classes. There is so emotion Dean can’t portray with intense accuracy and believability. His latest movie was a heart-wrenching story in which he played a monster hunter who fell in love with his angel best friend, only for them to be ripped away from each other in a scene that left Castiel breathless.
The man with the microphone is now shouting things at people on the street, while Dean seems to just be standing next to him. Castiel can’t quite make out what the man is saying but members of the public seem to be bewildered and are walking away quickly from the mad man - Castiel can’t say he blames them.
Both men suddenly pick up the pace, jogging down the street until they stop abruptly and a microphone gets put in another strangers’ face. This person looks confused until they do a double-take and spot Dean. Finally, Castiel thinks, everyone should know who Dean is. The stranger says something that makes Dean throw his head back with a belt of laughter.
Gosh, that man is truly beautiful. Castiel doesn’t imagine they’ll come over to his side of the street and he is definitely much too nervous to pretend to casually cross the street as if he had no idea what is happening there. Instead, he decides that, if Dean is still around after they finish filming whatever this is, he’ll pluck up the courage to go over and say hi. (To brag about it in class tomorrow, if nothing else.)
“Would you kiss Dean Winchester for a dollar?!!?” Castiel hears the hyper man’s voice shout to the next unsuspecting member of the public. He snorts to himself. There’s no doubt, he would do a lot more with Dean for a lot less than a dollar, if given the chance.
Whatever game the two men seem to be playing carries on for a while longer. Castiel sits and watches them film for a while, plans to leave forgotten in favour of watching Dean.
Dean looks like a nice person. When the microphone man shouts at people and even pushes some away, Dean always makes sure to catch them before they leave and give them a hug or handshake. And Castiel can’t help it every time Dean laughs, he lets out a little laugh too, though he covers his mouth so the people enjoying their coffee around him don’t think he’s strange.
Eventually, it looks like filming is winding down. The camera guy drops his camera from his shoulder and walks off back to one of the trailers. Now the spotlight is off him, the mad man’s energy has left him and he’s just taking in quiet tones with Dean. They must be saying goodbye because Dean claps a hand on the guy’s shoulder and shakes his hand before heading towards the trailers too.
Castiel drinks the final drops of his coffee and Dean doesn’t return. Figuring he’s missed his chance to say hi to Dean (not that he’d have worked up the courage anyway), Castiel picks up his things and throws his coffee cup in the trash. At least, he got to see one of his favourite actors in the flesh, not many people can say that. Plus, he couldn’t stay for longer, he’d already spent too much on coffee to keep his seat outside, which wasn’t good for his student budget.
Compared to the walk to the coffee shop earlier that day, the weather is now cooler under the setting sun and Castiel relishes the reprieve from the heat. His mind begins to wander to other things, mostly his new short film he’s got to work on for school.
Just as he’s about to cross at the end of the street, he hears someone shout from behind him.
“Wait!”
Castiel frowns and turns to quickly look over his shoulder, though he’s not actually expecting the person to be shouting to him.
Only, when his eyes fall onto the source of the voice, they immediately go wide in shock.
Dean Winchester is standing in front of him, green eyes filled with… nerves?
“Uh,” Dean says, as if he wasn’t expecting Castiel to actually turn around, “I noticed you watching us film from across the street. And I guess I just wanted to say that you look cute when you’re laughing. You shouldn’t hide it.”
When Castiel’s brain finally decides to reboot itself, he replies. “I was only trying to hide it because I didn’t want to look like an idiot.”
“I’m sure you could never do that, man.” Dean says, a small smile creeping at the corner of his mouth.
Castiel blushes and looks down at the pavement.
A comfortable, happy silence falls on them.
But then, Castiel frowns when he sees Dean reach into his back pocket. He tilts his head in confusion. The confusion doesn’t clear when Dean pulls out a dollar.
Castiel gives Dean a questioning look.
Dean clears his throat and holds out the dollar to Castiel. “Would you kiss Dean Winchester for a dollar?”
Castiel makes an unattractive snort of laughter at Dean’s gesture. He places his hand over Dean’s and gently pushes it away.
“I don’t need a dollar to want to kiss you, Dean.” He whispers, finding courage from the kind eyes Dean is showing him. “Plus, it’s a little crowded on this street, and people are starting to watch.” He flicks his eyes around them where some people have started taking their phones out to film Dean Winchester talking to this random guy on the street.
Dean deflates slightly under the attention.
“But,” Castiel says and notices Dean brighten up again, “if you wanted to find somewhere more private and, perhaps, put that dollar towards dinner, maybe we could talk a little more about that kiss.”
Dean’s smile could rival the beaming summer sun.
* * *
Two years later, Billy Eichner (turns out shouty microphone guy had a name, who knew?) presents them with a gift at their wedding.
Unbeknownst to them until that moment, some of the crew had noticed Dean run after Castiel on the day they met and they’d filmed what they could from afar.
All their guests chuckle when they see Dean try to offer Castiel a dollar to kiss him. Dean groans and hides his face in Castiel’s neck. Castiel runs a comforting hand down Dean’s back.
“In your defence, it was incredibly adorable.” Castiel says.
“Ugh”, Dean groans, “that doesn’t help, Cas.” He lifts his head to look at Castiel in the eyes, pouting like a sulking child.
Castiel smiles at his grumpy husband, and places a soothing kiss to his lips.
Yes. He definitely didn’t need a dollar to do that for the rest of his life.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed it Ivana! Sorry it took so long, I had a whole other idea before this but scrapped it because I couldn’t make it work lmao
If you’re not familiar with ‘Billy On The Street’ go look it up on YouTube. It’s hilarious.
