I took the time to write Destiel high school au ficlet so someone better read this lol
Ever since the new kid, Dean Winchester strolled into Castiel’s high school not more than two months ago, Castiel has been hearing nonstop gossip among other students. How he has a father, a little brother, not sure what happened to his mother, how he drives this neat car, how he gives the best massages, how he tells the funniest jokes, makes friends with literally everyone, and of course how much of a player he is. How he’ll hook up with several girls, yet choose not to go steady with any of them. But, despite all of this gossip and rumors, Dean Winchester still remains quite mysterious to Castiel. And it’s very intriguing.
Believe it or not, Castiel has gotten the chance to actually interact with Dean before…kind of. As Castiel remembers, Dean complimented him on his AC/DC shirt which may have made Castiel heavily blush, mutter a quick thank you while smacking his catechism book against the wall instead of sliding it into his locker. And more times than Castiel can count, Dean has glanced over at him, given him little half smiles, has even asked him for a spare pencil during class. Castiel didn’t want to admit it to himself, but this boy was giving him very strange feelings. Feelings he’s tried to push down in the past.
Castiel is just a quiet, Catholic, virgin boy who has only been on a few dates–dates with girls–, has never made out with anyone in their car or behind the bleachers or whatever, never even had his first kiss. Not with a girl and especially not with…well a boy. And he tried consulting with his priest about how he’s been feeling towards certain boys, and that these feelings he knows are wrong. But, no matter how much he prays and tries to avoid Dean’s ridiculously green eyes or those pearly whites that hide behind such soft pink lips, or all those damn freckles that dust across his face, Castiel can’t stop thinking about him. And not just his looks, his amusing and magnetic personality when he socializes with others.
Castiel can’t help but burn up with this sort of jealously whenever he sees Dean flirting with other girls, and the thought that he makes out with them or goes further with them, has Castiel itching to have something like that with Dean. But, he can’t. He knows he can’t. So what can he do? What can Castiel do that is simple and innocent with Dean. That doesn’t make Dean get the wrong idea that he’s into him. That doesn’t make Castiel feel guilty about himself.
Castiel leans against the corner of the hallway as he watches Dean continue to flirt with girls, but Dean is interrupted by one of his good friends, Benny. “Both shoulders been killin’ me, man. Can ya help a buddy out and do what you do best? I got a game tonight. Come on, I’ll owe ya one.” “Dean does give the best massages.” One of the girls giggle among the other girls. Dean smiles and lays hands on his friend’s shoulders, “No problem, Benny. I’m a professional at this.” Castiel has hatched an idea that seems crazy strange, but is totally worth it.
And the perfect opportunity occurs during one of their breaks when all the kids are outside. He spots Dean alone for once sitting in the grass while watching some boys run along the track. This should be easy. This will work just fine. Castiel’s breath catches when Dean’s big green eyes glance up at him with raised eyebrows and a genuine smile, “Hey there.”
“Hello…Dean.” Castiel awkwardly nods with an even more awkward wave of his hand. Dean continues to smile up at him. Castiel swallows. “Hope you don’t mind it if I sit here and read for a bit. This is my favorite s-spot to study.” Castiel quickly lies, making a gesture to his catechism book and to the ground beside Dean.
“Nah, don’t mind at all.” Dean simply shrugs and turns his attention back to the runners on the track. He pats down at the grassy spot, “Have a seat.”
He’s hesitant but he plants himself down at last, opens his book and pretends to study even though eyes are clearly studying Dean. There is just silence between them. Dean simply watches the track runners, picks at some blades of grass and scatters them in the wind, all while Castiel gazes at his handsome profile. It’s not until Dean glances over at Castiel that he tears his eyes off of him and back at his book.
“Ah well…” Dean stretches out his long arms, lifting his shirt and exposing a flash of his stomach in the process, “Guess I should be headin’ back to class now. See ya ‘round.”
No. No, Dean was not supposed to get up and leave just yet. That would ruin the rest of Castiel’s perfectly thought out plan. He must carry it out now and fast.
“Alright see you arou-ahhgh…” Castiel groans, clasping a hand to the back of his neck, “oww…oooohh.”
“Whoa…you okay there?” Dean stops dead in his tracks. Good.
“Ahh I think…I think it’s my neck. Oh I think I got a kink in my neck.” Castiel is pretty proud of himself so far. He hasn’t taken a single acting class in his life, but somehow he’s pulling this off, because Dean is damn convinced enough to sit himself back down beside Castiel and say,
“Here, show me the spot. Where does it hurt?”
“Right here…and here…and kind of down my back.” Castiel is fighting back a smile because now he’s got Dean to stay for sure.
“No worries, I’m a professional.” Dean gives Cas a reassuring nod and ridiculously beautiful grin. He rolls back his shoulders and shakes out his arms and wrists. And just as Dean is about to place his hands on Castiel’s neck, he stops and says, “You’ll need to…uh remove your jacket though. Sorry.”
Castiel can feel his cheeks flush a little and he’s glad that Dean is directly behind him not to see it, “Of course.” Castiel says, peeling his jacket off and laying it messily on the grass. Dean proceeds to place his hands on the back of Castiel’s neck and when they finally press down and begin to rub, Castiel can feel his whole body tense and then relax to the firm touch.
Dean’s fingers knead along Cas’ neck up and down, up and down, so seamlessly, palms press against it, rubbing in circles. Castiel has never had sex, and knows that sex is much more than this simple massage, but god, Castiel is getting all sorts of dirty thoughts that make him guilty inside and in need of crossing himself and getting baptized all over again. The way Dean kneads along his shoulders and back up to his neck, then slowly down his back. How he digs his knuckles against his shoulder blades and along down his spine.
And oh no. Castiel feels the beginning of a moan and catches himself. He lets out all of the pent-up air in his chest with one single breath through the nose instead.
“How does this feel? Feelin’ better?” Dean rubs along his shoulders again, but even deeper this time, and Castiel wishes that he could say no. That he’ll never feel better again, but after all…Castiel must think about Dean and how he would probably like to get back to class now. Plus, Castiel is feeling a bit of tightness in his pants which is embarrassing. Dean needs to stop now. He sighs reluctantly under his breath.
He stands up while patting Castiel once on the shoulder and is about to head off his way. But, Castiel opens his mouth, struggling for words while fumbling with both his catechism book and jacket. “Dean…uh…” Dean stops again and turns to Castiel who manages to utter an audible enough, “…Thank you.”
Of course, Castiel was expecting Dean to simply respond with, You’re welcome, or noproblem, then just turn away and go, but Dean stares at him for a moment that seems like a lot longer and replies with, “Anytime.” And he freakin’ winks at him. Then the young boy Dean Winchester just turns away and goes.
Castiel is left there speechless. Anytime. Anytime. What in sweet heaven above just happened?
Let’s just say that “anytime” grew a lot more frequent for Castiel and Dean. And gradually, patiently, overtime it was a lot more than a simple massage.
When Dean returns to Lawrence with a bad audition under his belt and crushed confidence to boot, he agrees to work with Sam on his production of Moulin Rouge for a theatre competition in hopes of starting fresh. But when Sam casts the role of Satine with Castiel Novak, Dean’s life changes forever.
Before he realizes it, Dean finds himself thrown into a world that looks suspiciously like the original canon they’re portraying on stage, and is caught in an array of arranged marriages, blackmail, affairs, and the most unexpected thing of all: love. An updated Moulin Rouge AU with Dean as Christian, Cas as Satine, Crowley as The Duke, and Gabriel as Harold Zidler.
Coming to AO3 on October 18th
Ah! It’s so great after a year of secrecy and vague posts tagged ‘dcbb inspo’ that I can finally talk about this! I’m very psyched for my fellow Moulin Rouge lovers to read my take on the famous Baz Luhrmann film, and I hope it lives up to what I wish it to be (or at least isn’t a total insult to the original canon). I’m also gonna give early praise to @deanghostchester who has been reading along with my writing process and giving me wonderful feedback, and the fabulous @somuchcolour who is going to be providing impeccable art. I do hope everyone will like it!
The way it began couldn’t get more cliché: Dean kissing Cas in the rain as they turned their ‘goodbye’ into a bittersweet ‘see you soon.’ Three years later, Dean can hardly believe what his life has become: he’s a happy civilian, shacked up in the bunker with Cas. The whole messed up world seems to have left them alone, at last, and the worst things that ever happen to Dean are the rom-com marathons his better half tortures him with. Even Sam’s living his dream, back in law school.
A true happily ever after for all.
The problem is that those, in Dean’s experience, don’t last forever. So when Cas starts acting suspicious, with strange phone calls and daydreams and the walls of yellowed books rising around him, Dean has a full right to be worried. He’s no longer sure he could handle their perfect, little world falling apart.
I was the first person in line for Cockles ops and since there had been a girl getting a Misha re-take right before me, Jensen was talking with Clif while he waited. Misha actually had to pull Jensen over to the op.
So Jensen comes up, apologizes to me for the wait, and I tell him it’s fine (I may have stuttered a little, he’s VERY pretty and this was my first time meeting him)
I give Misha the asexual pride flag and ask him to put it over his shoulders. I knew Misha already knew what the flag was (see here and here), but I was uncertain about Jensen, so I hand him the bisexual pride flag (he actually needed help getting it over both shoulders) and tell him, “Just so you know, this is the bisexual pride flag”.
He can’t hear me over the music, so he says, “What?”
So I repeat, “This is the bisexual pride flag, for people that are fans of bisexual Dean. Is this ok?” (I forget exactly what I said, but I know I mentioned what it was, why, and I checked to see if he was cool with it.)
Jensen thinks about it for a moment, then smiles and chuckles a bit. He nods and goes, “Ok, let’s do this.”
I turned to face the camera, Chris snaps the picture, and I collect the flags. Jensen actually pulled me into a hug as I was leaving. (And several people in line cheered and told me ‘thank you’.)
This was honestly pretty magical and I’m glad it turned out so well!
“Oh, come on,“ Dean groaned, slumping back
against the couch with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "This movie
officially made no sense. Who picked this one again?”
Sam gritted his teeth and
grabbed the remote.
“If Cas is going to get
a cultural education, he can’t just watch Die
Hard, Dean,” Sam said, stopping the movie and ejecting the DVD.
“But Disney?” Dean asked, like the movie
had personally offended him. Sam sighed and shook his head, hunting for the DVD
“I liked it,” Cas
said mildly, picking at his popcorn. Dean rounded on him, incredulous.
“You liked it?”
Dean echoed. “It was watered-down junk for little kids and that ending-” Dean shook his head again.
“While the movie did
bear little resemblance to the original Greek myths, it was nonetheless
entertaining,” Cas said, shrugging one shoulder, a habit he’d picked up
from Dean since he Fell for good. Cas looked down at his nearly empty bowl of
popcorn. “And I don’t see what was so offensive about the ending. That’s
how Disney movies usually end, isn’t it? With a ‘happily ever after’?”
“Still made no
sense,” Dean muttered, glaring at the now-dark TV like it had done him an
injury. Sam scowled as he shelved the (now boxed) DVD back on the bookcase.
“It’s just a
movie-” Sam started, exasperated, but Cas cut in.
“How did the ending not
make sense?” he asked, eyes narrowed. Dean made a vague gesture to
indicate the TV and perhaps all movies in general and Disney in particular, an
almost angry look on his face.
“We’re supposed to
believe that he worked this whole time to get back to Olympus or whatever, and
then right when he gets everything he’s ever wanted, he just gives it up?
Immortality, power, his home, all that and he just…” Dean waved his hand
again dismissively. “Sorry, not buying it.”
“Why not?” Cas
asked sharply. Sam looked between his brother and the former angel, feeling the
tension in the room suddenly skyrocket.
“Because it’s stupid,” Dean snapped. He looked
away from Cas and ran a hand over his face. “He had everything and he fucking throws it away for the first chick he
“He was in love,” Cas shot back, actually glaring at Dean. “Considering what
he stood to gain, I don’t think he felt like he threw anything of value
Sam opened his mouth to
speak, hoping to somehow diffuse the tension, but he couldn’t think of anything
to say. Part of him held his breath, hoping that for once Dean and Cas just listened to each other.
“That’s bullshit and you
know it,” Dean said. He crossed his arms and glared fiercely back at Cas.
“You don’t think he’s going to resent the shit out of her for it later?
Once he realizes that she wasn’t worth it? Oh sure, maybe he doesn’t now, but one year down the road?
Five?” Dean huffed a bitter laugh and shook his head. “He’s going to
realize what he gave up and wonder why he ever thought-”
“He won’t,” Cas
said, voice low and furious. “Because to him, she is worth it. Even though-” Cas’s voice caught for a
moment. He cleared his throat. “Even if she didn’t return his feelings, he
would have made the same choice.”
Cas’s words fell heavily in
the air between them, landing with an almost audible thud. Sam knew they
weren’t talking about the movie anymore and, from the look on Dean’s face, he
knew that Dean knew it too.
The silence that followed was
thick, oppressive. Sam bit his tongue, knowing he couldn’t be the one to break
it, not if he wanted the simmering tension in the bunker to finally boil over.
At long last, Dean swallowed
“And ten years from now?”
Dean asked hoarsely. Cas looked down.
“Even a thousand years
from now, he’ll love her still the same,” Cas said. He took a deep breath.
“She does,” Dean
said quickly. Cas looked up sharply, blue eyes wide. Dean coughed. “She…
I mean there was a whole song dedicated to her not saying the words,
“But she does,” Cas
said slowly, sounding awed. Dean shifted uncomfortably on his feet and looked
“You don’t think… he
didn’t know?” Dean asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
Sam wondered if maybe it was
time to make his exit. He glanced at the door and realized that he would have
to walk directly between Dean and Cas and whatever Disney magic was happening
in the space between.
So. Waiting it was, then.
“He wondered, but he didn’t
hope that his feelings would be reciprocated,” Cas said softly, stepping
towards Dean in an almost unconscious gesture. Dean mirrored him perfectly. Sam
held his breath, wondering how it had taken them this long to get here.
Dean chuckled breathlessly.
“Really? I mean… it
was kind of obvious she was… you know,” Dean said, making another vague
gesture, but this time between Cas and himself.
“In love?” Cas
prompted, a faint smile on his lips. Dean ducked his head, then took a deep
breath and met Cas’s eyes again.
“Yes,” Dean said
simply. Cas’s expression melted, something tender and warm taking place of his
Sam knew he should stop
watching, he should allow Dean and Cas their privacy, but there was something
so right about the moment Dean leaned
in and pressed his lips to Cas’s that Sam couldn’t look away. It was like the
world had heaved a sigh, shifted, and everything had fallen perfectly into
Pity he didn’t have his cell
phone handy. A picture would have made excellent
Sam cleared his throat,
breaking the spell and reminding Dean and Cas that he existed, and was in fact
in the same room as they were. They sprang apart, owlish looks of surprise on
Sam crossed his arms and put
on his best long-suffering little brother expression.
“I don’t know how
Hercules and Megara missed it, but Phil saw that coming from miles away.”