Always

samwincstr:

Pairing: Destiel

Tags: High School AU, slight homophobia, friends to lovers, almost smut, cute boys bein cute

Words: 2768

A/N: it’s been 84 years since I’ve posted. sorry folks!! school just drains me but I’m almost done so hopefully I can put more out ❤ does this make sense? does it suck? who knows tbh

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Dean groaned as his alarm went off, his arm is still heavy with sleep as he reached out and smacked the snooze button for the third time that morning. He knew he should get up and probably shower or at least change his clothes, but he barely had the energy to get out of bed.

He had a late night with Cas last night. Cas is his best friend and they’ve known each other since he moved to Lebanon, Kansas in third grade. The guy is the captain of the swim team, but he’s a giant nerd, and that’s sort of how they clicked. For instance, last night they stayed up binge-watching the Star Wars movies even though they’ve each seen them multiple times. And then, of course, Dean somehow got them to argue over Batman vs. Superman. Dean had always been team Batman while Cas preferred Superman. “This will be the fallout of our friendship one day,” he’d said.

The cold tile floors in his bathroom wake him up enough so he can at least open his eyes and see if he needed to shave. He brushed his hand against the side of his face, pursing his lips as he decided that he’d probably be okay going to school with a little scruff. School policy stated that he needed to have a clean and groomed face, but right now, reaching into the cabinet seemed like a lot of work.

Shaking his head, he quickly brushed through his hair and slapped on some cologne and deodorant before throwing on his uniform. He really hated this thing. The khaki pants were uncomfortable and a little too tight on his ass, and the white polo with the school emblem was itchy if he didn’t wear a t-shirt underneath it. The dark blue cardigan with the same emblem was probably the only thing he could tolerate, though he thinks that’s because his mom worked her laundry magic and somehow made it insanely soft.

It wasn’t his choice to go to a private Catholic school, Hell, his family wasn’t even Catholic, but attending Brookshire Acadamy was the best way for him to get into Harvard’s medical program. It was his dad’s dream for him to follow in his footsteps and become a doctor, and for the longest time, Dean was okay with that. He knew he was smart and it wasn’t like he didn’t want to be a badass doctor who saved people’s lives, but after his first creative writing workshop, a required class for all freshmen, Dean was sort of hooked.

So, now he was a Junior and primarily taking English classes. His dad didn’t like it, he wanted Dean to be successful, and he wouldn’t hesitate to remind Dean every day that being a writer wasn’t going to pay the bills. Dean knew that he really, really did, but he didn’t want to do something he didn’t love. Plus, he always had Uncle Bobby’s auto shop to fall back on.

A honk snapped Dean out of his thoughts and reminded him he needed to get downstairs. Grabbing a pop-tart out of his mom’s waiting hands, he gave her a kiss on the cheek and mumbled a goodbye through his stuffed mouth.

“Heya, Cas,” he said, then turned to the backseat, “Gabe.”

Gabe was Cas’s little brother who was only a year behind them in school. He was kind of a brat and extremely annoying, but the kid was funny and had good taste in music so Dean didn’t tease him too much. He also didn’t look like Cas at all. While Cas was all tall, dark, and handsome, Gabe was more like short, chubby, and, well, the girls called him cute. 

Cas, on the other hand, had bright blue eyes and short, dark hair that always looked like someone’s had their hands in it. As a swimmer, Cas had a nice body and was only about an inch shorter than Dean.  He had a sharp jaw and a permanent five o’clock shadow that made him look a little older than he really was. Cas was attractive, really attractive, especially when the light hit his eyes just right. And when he smiled, Dean wasn’t sure how anyone could take their eyes off of him- 

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