((ugh headaches need to be illegal they need to not be a thing


Based off of Ain’t My Fault by Zara Larson.


It’s not my fault that he walked in looking so good. It’s not my fault he came up to me at the bar tonight. He came up to me and I saw the hot guy in front of me with a good personality.

It’s not my fault.

But the consequences of this may not go too well. And that may be my fault.

I’m not really meant to be at this bar. Or even in a bar. I’m seventeen and he definitely isn’t. Not with the tattoos and the looks of his friends who were at the bar with him.

See my friends are all older than me, because I graduated early when I was fifteen. I was one of the nerdy younger kids and I went to Uni early as well, but when I went I decided I wouldn’t be that nerdy younger girl. I came out of my shell and now I’m going into my third year and I’m just the same as the rest of my friends I’m just younger and not really legal to drink. But that’s not important to me right now, because I’m back at his flat with his hands all over my body and my fingers running through his hair and tugging slightly.

But it’s not my fault, right? Well just to be sure I should say something, right? Fuck… I should just say something before this backfires.

“Jack wait.” I try to catch my breath and he pulls apart from me, but keeps his hands on my waist.

“I have to tell you something. I mean it’s not really bad but you might see it that way.” I explain and he looks confused.

“I’m seventeen. Like I know it’s not illegal for us to be hooking up right now, but I don’t want you to feel weird if you find out later on.”

“You’re seventeen?” He raises an eyebrow and I nod while looking down slightly.

“I’m almost twenty two. Fuck, you do not look seventeen. You’re friends are all twenty.” He takes as deep breath and pulls away from me even more.

“Yeah I know. I graduated early and went to Uni early. I’m in my second year, but I am younger than everyone. I just wanted to tell you, because I expected this reaction.” I decide to stand up from his bed and pull my tank top down since it has ridden up and grab my phone from his side table. I place it in the back pocket of my jeans, but I feel a hand grab onto my arm.

“I never said no.” Jack speaks up and turns me towards him. “I just had to think.”

“Good because I really didn’t feel like stopping.” I admit before kissing him again.

“Neither did I.” He grips at the bottom my tank top and pulls it over my head before tossing it to the side. His hands continue to trail lower and lower until they are at my bum.

“Mhm.” I hum against his lips and his hands lower again to my thighs. I decide to pull at his shirt as well and he moves his hands away from me, so his shirt can come off, but his hands come right back to where they were.

“Jump.” He whispers and I wrap my legs around his hips before I feel my body pressed against the wall. I arch my back away from it the minute his lips connect to my neck and leave love bites here and there.

“Fuck.” I moan out and that seems to be the only form of communication between us for a few minutes before I’m back on his bed with his body pressed against mine and almost all of our clothing gone.

“I don’t wanna regret this when I’m sober.” He speaks up and I laugh slightly as my fingers move up and down his torso.

“Then make this so good that you can’t regret it.”

Jack’s POV

When I woke up this morning I knew there would be a girl next to me and that she was only seventeen. I tried to convince myself that it was normal, but part of me couldn’t because she’s still seventeen. But then again she knew exactly what she was doing, and did it well.

Four years? That’s not that much. I mean I dated a girl who was three years younger once. But then again she was eighteen and it didn’t feel as odd as seventeen does. But that girl didn’t do what Y/N did so well and instantly get me addicted.

As I stood up from my bed I looked back at her sleeping body that had love bites trailed down her exposed chest. I head towards the kitchen to grab some Advil, but I’m met with Conor.

“So it looks like she enjoys leaving marks on her victims.” He jokes while slapping me on my back, that has scratches on it, and I roll my eyes.

“Was it Y/N from the bar?” He asks and I nod while taking a deep breath and closing my eyes from the light being too bright in the kitchen.

“Too bad you had to swoop in and talk to her first.”

“She’s too young for you Conor. Like almost too young for me.” I admit and he looks confused.

“Mate how old is the girl you just had sex with?”

“Seventeen, but she turns eighteen in a few months.”

“How she’s in Uni? Just finished her second year.”

“One of those genius girls who skipped a few years and graduated early.” I explain while taking a seat next to him on the couch.

“Well have fun hanging out in preschool with your new friend.” He jokes and I smack him on the shoulder.

“Four years isn’t that bad, she’s legal and she sure as hell knows what she’s doing.”

“She might, but she’s like only a year older than Anna.”

“Almost eighteen Conor.” I remind him as I stand up and he rolls his eyes.

“But seventeen.”

“But the best I’ve ever had.” I shrug and he looks back to me with a curious look on his face.


“Um, actually, yes.”


It’s too bright. The sun and my slight headache aren’t friends at the moment.

“Ugh.” I groan and within a few moments it’s dark again.

“Too bright?” Jack’s voice asks and I nod before looking to my left to see him standing at the side of his bed with only some sweatpants on. How does he still look so hot?

“Here.” He hands me a shirt of his and I lazily pull it over my naked frame. He takes a seat next to me and I lean my head on his chest. His hands find there way around me and down to my lower back again and I smile against his skin. I begin to trace his tattoos and his one hand moves to my head and his fingers run throughout my hair.

“I really don’t want you too go.”

“Good thing my parents don’t care where I am or what I do and I barely ever get a call.”

“You live with them?”

“Ew no. I might not be eighteen for another few months, but I’m in Uni and I do not want to be living at home. I live with the girls I was with yesterday.”

“So you don’t need to go.”

“It’s summer break. I’m not needed anywhere.” I whisper. “But I’m guessing someone doesn’t regret last night.”

“I don’t wanna forget it.”

“Then maybe we can jog your memory.” I smirk and he laughs.

“Oh you’re bad news Y/N.”

“Not my fault.”


I hope you enjoyed this! It was requested and I really loved writing this so maybe I’ll make a part two… Maybe even part three.

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1. “Are you kidding me?”
2. “What is going on?”
3. “Please tell me that was you?”
4. “How long have you been stood there?”
5. “Let me in.”
6. “Why is it so cold?”
7. “Paint is meant to go on the wall not your face.”
8. “Are you okay?”
9. “How long have you known?”
10. “That could’ve gone better.”
11. “You really thought that this was a good idea?”
12. “Where am I?”
13. “It’s One in the morning.”
14. “Let’s bake!!”
15. “Why are you holding our child like Simba?”
16. “I don’t trust you.”
17. “I hate you…”
18. “Don’t talk to me.”
19. “Just stay away from me okay?”
20. “You don’t know what it feels like…”
21. “They’re dead…”
22. “What do I do?”
23. “I’m pregnant…”
24. “This is going really badly. It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion.”
25. “I wasn’t staring! I was watching…intently.”
26. “This is what you call handling the situation?”
27. “Truth or Dare?”
28. “They’re your child before 5AM.”
29. “We’ve watched 12 episodes we need to stop now.”
30. “You know you can talk to me right?”
31. “Everything is going to be fine.”
32. “Aw, you’re so cute.”
33. “Don’t make me come over there.”
34. “Run.”
35. “Calm down.”
36. “Dance with me.”
37. “Just stop talking.”
38. “It’s getting late…”
39. “Wait. Are we lost?”
40. “Don’t go…”
41. “This is…a strange turn of events.”
42. “Everything we do is weird to everyone else but us.”
43. “That was the police…”
44. “Bro…”
45. “Please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bare the thought of not seeing you every day…”
46. “This is as far as I had got plan wise I’m afraid.”
47. “And now it’s snowing. Brilliant.”
48. “Yay…road trip.”
49. “Let’s play 20 questions.”
50. “What makes you happy”
51. “It’s complicated…”
52. “After everything…I’d still choose you.“
53. “This could only happen to me.”
54. “Say something…”
55. “Come here…”
56. “Don’t shut me out.
57. “What are we waiting for?”
58. “We need to talk…”
59. .“We can’t keep doing this.”
60. "Haven’t you read that already?”
61. .“I can’t stand back and watch you do this…”
62. “You’re such an idiot.”
63. .“Why did you kiss me?”
64. .“Don’t pretend you’re not having fun.”
65. .“PUPPY!”
66. .“Do you really think I could replace you?”
67. “Because I love you…”
68. .“Duck.”
69. “I said there was a plan, I never said it was a good one.”
70. “Put. The snowball. Down.”
71. .“Did you just smile?”
72. .“When did things get this hard?”
73. "I suppose…we’re all stories in the end.”
74. “Did you have to hit me?”
76. .“Come inside…”
77. “You deserve better than that.”
78. “You’d do that for me?”
79. “You were willing to give up everything…”
80. “Oh for the love of god just kiss already!”
82. “Are you saying goodbye?”
83. “Another life…”
84. “Well that was stupid.”
85. “You love me really.”
86. “That was smooth.”
87. “Sometimes, the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.”
88. “I have a very good explanation for all of this.”
89. “Wait…are you actually struggling for something to say?”
90. “Nice save.”
91. “Do you want me to go?”
92. “What are you even talking about?”
93. .“How are you allowed out in public…”
94. “I’m going to stay, okay? I’m going to stay with you.”
95. “And when were you planning on telling me this?”
96. “Because…I care about you…”
97. “That’s stupid! Let’s do it!”
98. “Why am I friends with you.”
99. “It’s okay! You’re safe, I promise. It was just a nightmare.”
100. .“What is it? What happened?”
101. "It could’ve been worst.”
102. “what an appalling piece of advice!”
103. “Pizza and a movie?”
104. “If you weren’t so cute…”
105. “I mean you could’ve just stopped talking?!”
106. “You’ve been awake for 48 hours this isn’t healthy.”
107. “I think we should take you to hospital…”
108. “Please say you know who I am?”
109. “It must be awful to look at the person you love and for them to look back at you and have no idea who you are…”
110. “Nobody is invincible…”
112. “I would never forget.”
113. “Oh my god that rain is vicious.”
114. “Is it bedtime?”
115. “How’s my little soldier?”
116. “Bored. Bored. Bored.”
117. “Your go.”
118. “Stop staring.”
119. “Oh. Bit of a domestic going on.”
120. “You really don’t believe me…”
121. “What now?”
122. “I’m sorry, you’ve been cheating on me how long?”
123. “Look, I’m sorry I put you off when you were playing Mario Kart. Please can you let me back in now…”
124. “Don’t worry I took care of your animal crossing town whilst you were ill, I did all the weeding and helped almost pay off your loan.”
125. “Let’s get you to bed.”
126. “How can something so small be so loud?”
127. “Here. Take my jacket.”
128. “I’m not special. I’m nothing.”
129. “I don’t want to lose you.”
130. “I have calculated how far that window opens. Take it as a warning.”
131. “How was that supposed to help?”
132. “Come to bed.”
133. “Please sit down. I can’t pick you up off the floor of you fall over.”
134. “Look at me. Are you hurt?”
135. “How much longer can we keep doing this?”
136. “We could be happy…”
137. “Are you an actual idiot?”
138. “I may have..sort of… just adopted four dogs…”
139. “We’ve watched this film 7 times.”
140. “I could kiss you!”
141. “Are you limping?”
142. “On a scale of one to ten how illegal is this?”
143. “Wh..what do I do? Tell me what do I do?”
144. “Will you stay with me?”
145. “I’m doing this to protect you.”
146. “I’ve nearly lost you once. I’m not risking it again.”
147. “Two minutes. Just give me two minutes…”
148. “Welcome home.”
149. “I don’t belong anywhere…”
150. “What about us?”
151. “You are the human version of a headache.”
152. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”
153. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
154. “Just take my word for it.”
155. “Look, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
156. “Sorry I stopped listening about ten minutes ago. What on earth are you talking about?”
157. “I thought I knew you but now? I don’t know…”
158. “Respect and trust go both ways.”
159. “Oh ye of little faith.”
160. “Well, I just put 2 and 2 together…”
161. “It’s a stupid stupid idea.”
162. “Why do I let you talk me into these things?”
163. “When are you going to stop pretending that nothing ever hurts you?”
164. “Who put you in charge?”
165. “What did your last slave die of?”
166. “In your dreams.”
167. “We make a pretty good team you and me.”
168. “Leave it. It’s not worth it.”
169. “I didn’t want to get you involved.”
170. “I shouldn’t have come…”
171. “We know how it’s going to end…we always have…”
172. “Do you know what’s it’s like? Wanting to give up but knowing you can’t because everyone else needs you to be strong.”
173. “I’m guessing that wasn’t part of the plan.”
174. “I haven’t got time for this.”
175. “What happened to being one of the good guys?”
176. “What was that you just threw at me.”
177. “If I have to do this then so do you.”
178. “Are you angry?”
179. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
180. “What if this isn’t how it’s supposed to be? What if we’re just clutching at whatever time we’ve got?”
181. “Maybe I wasn’t meant to have friends…maybe I’m supposed to be alone?”
182. “Ugh I do not have an interest in football I can’t believe you made me come here.”
183. “I’m too late aren’t I?”
184. “Don’t quote ‘Only Fools And Horses’ at me I’m trying to be dramatic.”
185. “Even if I wasn’t awake I would be now.”
186. “I fall for it every time.”
187. “Don’t ever do that to me again!”
188. “Are you safe? Where you are now…tell me that if nothing else. Are you safe?”
189. “I want my family back.”
190. “I’m just tired.”
191. “I bet you think you’re funny.”
192. “Real monsters are human…learnt that a long time ago.”
193. “I had a weird dream about you last night.”
194. “If you’re going to have your friends round you’ve got to play nice.”
195. “Oh well that’s made me feel much better.”
196. “Did they lay a finger on you?”
197. “Of all the things to be hereditary.”
198. “You owe me a new door.”
199. “I’m going to bed because I can’t cope with this anymore.”
200. “Next time an idea forms in that head of yours share it with the group.”
201. “text me when you get there.”
202. “In hindsight it wasn’t my best idea.”
203. “Is that my hoodie?”
204. “Excuse me but let me get this straight. You want me to sleep here? In the haunted house?!”
205. “Okay well that’s broken.”
206. “But…it was so real…”
207. “Look, I appreciate you trying to be kind but you’re really not helping…”
208. “Drive!”
209. “Well this is it. This is how it ends!”
210. “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.”
211. “How many energy drinks have you had?”
212. “As the adult here I shouldn’t be encouraging this.”
213. “Okay so we just follow the recipe. I mean how hard can it be?”
214. “Hi. Yeah. I’m lost and have less than £10 on me and my phone is on 3% Erm. Help. Please…”
215. “What the fluffing beans was that?”
216. “My stress lessons reached crying in McDonalds yesterday but apart from that I’m fine.”
217. “Why does coming to a fair make me feel 12 years old?”
218. “I wanted to tell you. I really did. But how could I?”
219. “I was falling apart and no one could tell…”
220. “I’m you’re real dad/mum.”
221. “Well…this has certainly been the most entertaining evening…”
222. “I’ve seen enough episodes of Poirot to know nothing good ever happens on a train.”
223. “When are you going to realise that what you do effects everyone around you?”
224. “The memories hurt more.”
225. “I wish I’d just…I wish I’d done more whilst I had the chance…”
226. “We’re best friends because our parents could not cope with us as twins.”
227. “We’ve all lived through our own horrors and I think, no matter how fast we run, they’ll always catch up with us in the end.”
228. “I was replaceable…”
229. “Someone just ran us off the road.”
230. “If we’re going we have to go now.”
231. “I knew someone was missing from my life. I just didn’t know who…”
232. “We were young and messed up.”
233. “What do you know? You don’t know anything!”
234. “I wish I’d never met you.”
235. “I was scared you’d leave.”
236. “I don’t like the person I’ve become.”
237. “Why do you even put up with me?”
238. “He/she’s better of without me.”
239. “When did everything become so tragic.”
240. “Everyone has that story they never tell.”
241. “I’m leaving. I’m sorry but…i just can’t do this anymore..
242. "If you’re gonna be like that do it yourself.”
243. “Why do I let him/her treat me like that?”
244. “I’ll take them to school today.”
245. “I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m someone I’m not.”
246. “Just give me your hand.”
247. “Don’t do this…”
248. “You were always there when I need you.”
249. “Mind if I join?”
250. “Maybe we’ll just have to figure this out together.”

Not Your Ordinary Cinderella Story - Part Two

Moments in this part were inspired by both Cinderella, Snow White, and linneart!

Part one can be found here : http://how-about-always.tumblr.com/post/112045336016/not-your-ordinary-cinderella-story-part-one



Cas continues to walk in the harsh wind, pulling his long tan trenchcoat closest to him body, his and Dean’s confrontation still fresh in his mind. It had been four days since then and Castiel could still see the entire thing in his mind. Those impossibly green eyes almost haunting his dreams.

It was December, so he really shouldn’t be surprised that it was snowing this hard, but he wasn’t prepared for the snow. It was bad, and all he had on was his blazer, a dress shirt black pants and his trenchcoat with the acception of his shoes. He couldn’t drive. He didn’t have a car and Gabe was at work and he couldn’t just leave to pick him up. Michael and Lucifer were both working too, and Anna was still at her Speech and Debate club, and Uriel…Uriel would probably just let him freeze out here.

“Hey, Novak! What are doing out here in the cold! You’re gonna freeze to death!” Someome yelled at him, the voice carrying in the relentless wind.

“Walking home.” Cas replied, walking closer to where his friend Meg was.

“Why?” She sneered, looking at him as if he had grown another head. Castiel shrugged and frowned.

“I don’t have a ride.”

She thought for a moment, staring at him, calculating her next move before asking Cas a serious question.

“Hey, why don’t you come inside where it’s warm. You can call Gabe and tell him to pick you up after his shift is over and you can both go home.”

“How do you know that Gabe works and still lives with me?” Cas responded with a quick glare towards the smaller woman.

“It’s a small town Bard. Everyone knows where everyone lives.” She said seriously before bursting into a fit of giggles. Cas’ brows furrowed in response.

“Bard? I don’t understand that reference.”

“Just…come on.” Meg said, looking exasperated.

They walked in, and Castiel immediately frowned. In the establishment, was Lucifer, Alastair, Lilith, Meg, Ruby and Crowley, all gambling and drinking illegally. It smelled like weed in the rundown place, making Cas gag and cough. He didn’t want to be in here anymore, but it was warm and he didn’t want to freeze to death. He would still have to walk three miles to get home.

“Cas, darling. Why don’t you sit down. Have a drink?” Alastair asked with a coy alike that set Cas on edge. He didn’t want to go anywhere near the drink, but he was thirsty.

“I’d rather not, thank you.” Cas replied dryly, glaring at his long time bully.

“Come on. It’s just water.” Alastair continued to purr. He didn’t want to give in, but it was tempting. Oh, so tempting. He was parched, and cold and greatful to be warm, so instead of following his better judgement, Castiel humbly accepted the glass of water offered to him. He txted Gabriel earlier, and he should be here in about an hour.

He rubbed his neck, blushing before grabbing the cold glass. Nobody noticed the hallucinogen being slipped into his drink, and Alastair’s devilish smile while Cas waited for his brother and drank the water.


He was out of breath, running as fast as he could. He kept seeing faces in the trees, their wandering eyes following him. He didn’t know where he was running to, but he knew they were chasing him. They were after him. He had to get out of here.

His eyes were wide, breath coming in short, but his legs kept moving, knowing that he had to run even when his lungs were burning.

Where was he going? He didn’t know. But he knew he had to get out of that wretche place. The devil and the demons inside were laughing and waiting for him to break down, but he wouldn’t let them. Their black eyes had nothing against his wings. His giant black angel wings. He was a warrior, and he had fallen from heaven for him. For Dean.

He kept running, his knees starting to go weak. There were creatires all around him trying to reach to him, trying to touch him, teying to kill him. He had to get the away. He had to lead them away from Dean so he could find away out if this hell. No not hell. Purgatory.

They were in purgatory, him and Dean. Fighting off monsters. Well, he was leading them away from the holy man, Turing to draw their attention so that his human could be free. They shared a profound bond. Linked to eachother in every way. In every lifetime.

Dean was a hunter. He remembered them. Side by side. The tall one…what was his name? He couldn’t remember.

He swung violently, punching his way through the monsters that lay rest here. He couldn’t stop fighting, of stop running. His wing was hurt, clawed by one of the demons that attacked him earlier in in the day. He shouldn’t have been there. He shouldn’t have trusted Alastair.

He stopped in an open clearing…waiting. Listening for whatever may come for him next. When he saw nothing, he walked.

He walked for what felt like hours, but his legs were jello so he couldn’t tell anyways. Then, like an oasis in the desert, he found shelter from the demons that followed him, clinging to his back and his broken wing. He went in and saw small, little things. Children probably, but he didn’t care. He needed sleep and shelter and something warm to wear. He could get it in the morning.

He walked up the stairs, his body trembling, adrenaline leaving him and exhaustion taking its place. He fell on his stomach on the warm beds there. There were seven, but they weren’t home.

Seven beds were all pushed together, forming a giant nest for him to lay down in. He was greatful that he had stumbled across this place, finally finding peace in the hell that reigned all around him.


“Hey…hey mister, you have to get up.”

“Leave him alone! He probably needs his sleep.”

“He’s been sleeping for hours! How much more can he sleep?”

“It doesn’t matter, he needs food, and a bath.”

“Yeah, mister, you stink.”

“Henry, that’s mean! Don’t be such a grump.”

“Where’s Johnny? He can play doctor on him and clean his wounds.”

“I don’t know…he’s probably with Tia.”

“Ugh…where am I?” Castiel grumbled, finally waking up. He sat up and turned around, rubbing his eyes. There were voices…he heard voices pounding on his head, welcoming him, and making his headache only worsen.

“You’re in our foster home mister…”

“Castiel. Castiel Novak.”

“Well, mister Catsheild, you’re in our room in our foster home. I’m Johnny, im a doctor and I’m nine.

"This is Dulce, she’s nine too and she’s really happy all the time.

"This is West. He’s seven and he’s really bashful. He’s always hiding behind people.

"This is Tia! She’s six and is really annoying, but we love her anyways. She’s always wearing clothes three sizes too big too. She doesn’t talk much either…

"This is Andrew. He’s five so he’s always sleepy, but he always sees things that we don’t.

"This is Ben. Hes five too and always has allergies and he’s always sick, so he’s always sneezing and blowing boogers everywhere.

"And this is Henry. He’s four and is always mad. I think he has anger management tissues.”

Castiel smiled at the little children. In total, there were two girls, and five boys. They were all small, even for their age. But that’s probably what happens when you’re in a foster home and not an actual family. Cas didn’t pity them. He knew they probably didn’t want that, so he smiled at them instead and introduced himself to everyone, making sure they all pronounced his name properly before leaving.

He walked out, seeing a giant apple tree. He picked one off of the lowest branch before walking away, trekking home.

He didn’t remember how he got there, to the home, but he know he got drugged, and that the small glimpses of trees with faces were just a part of the hallucinations.

It was still cold out, and he had somehow lost his trenchcoat when running away from his own creations. At least he knew he was closer to home.

He reached into his pocket, looking at his phone and not finding it there. He cursed, shaking his head and rubbing his arms, heading for the street.

“Dammit..” He murmured, finally biting into the shining, red apple.


“Hey Dean?” Sam asked, walking down the stairs.

“Yes Sammy?” Dean mumbled with a mouthful of pie. Sam rolled his eyes, but smiled at his older brother.

“Do you know how to conjugate Spanish vocabulary? I’m having a little trouble…” He asked, shifting. It was hard to learn the language when your teacher could hardly speak it himself. Sam knew Dean had taken Spanish his freshman and sophomore year, and was hoping he could help him.

“Oh? The great Sam, asking for my help? I can’t believe what I’m hearing!” Dean exclaimed, wiping his mouth with a smile.

“Please Dean! You know how badly I want to go to law school, and you know my grades have to be perfe-” Sam whined, looking at his older brother with pleading eyes.

“Alright, alright…I don’t personally know how to whatchamacallit…” Dean said, watching as Sam deflated. Dean frowned and sighed before continuing.

“…but you know Uncle Bobby works at Lawrence High. I’ll ask him if he can find a tutor for you since you’re not allowed to use the phone.” Dean said, and Sam immediately perked up. Sure, he loved his Uncle Bobby, but he really needed to pass this class.

“Thank you, Dean! Thank you!” Sam squealed happily, running up to Dean and giving him a quick squeeze before running back upstairs to his room.

Dean sighed again, picking up the clean, stapled paper that seemed like it held the answers to the universe.

Castiel Novak.

He knew his older brother, Gabe. They were both on the soccer team. Gabe was older than all of them, admittedly. He had graduated three years ago and was the current coach of their team and the goalie before Dean. He was sort as hell, and he was so much fun and extremely friendly, but when he was angry, you better run for the hills. Literally.

Gabe was popular in his high school days, and so were the rest of the Novak’s that ever attended Lawrence High. Yeah, Flagstaff is a small town, and everyone knows where everyone lives, but the Novaks were different. They all lived seperate, despite Castiel, Anna, and Uriel still being in high school. He would have to go to their houses, individually.

He was not happy about that. He also knew that he and Meg were close, and he often heard her talking about her sleepovers that Cas usually went to, despite his angelic appearance. So he would have to check there too.

And all of the houses of her friends since they were always hanging out.

Damn…there were too many possibilities. They seemed endless between the homes and the hangout spots and all the people in such a small town. It would take forever and this was due in a week? A week and a half?

It’s been four days since their little…interaction, and sometimes he still got breathless. He knew his name now, but he still wanted to know him. The first thing he would do once he saw him was give him the paper…and then what? Never talk to him again? No. If anything they could be just friends.

But there was more to it. There was something between them. Something electric and he could feel it. Something has been pulling him to the quiet blue eyed boy. Maybe he knew him in another lifetime…maybe…

Dean got up, quickly sending a txt out to his Uncle Bobby, asking for a tutor for Sam before walking out the door. He took his keys out of his pocket, getting into the Impala before driving off with a screech. He rubbed his shoulder, a habit he had gotten into after first seeing Castiel, and put on a determined face and his grey hoodie.

Time to go talk to Gabe.