Okay imagine if you will. Dean Winchester bad boy of the school, horrible grades, smokes, one night stands, “straight”, bad ass car, maybe some arm tattoos. Then you have Castiel, A++ all around, “virgin”, nerd, always has random facts then Charlie, Cas’ best friend gets him to go to a party at megs house, and Meg is friends with Dean. So Cas ends up in the corner awkwardly and then Dean fucking Winchester comes around and it like “hey wanna get out of here?” And sweet “innocent” Cas is like blushing and stuttering then nods his head. They get back to deans and of course they’re gonna have sex and Cas just slams him against the door and deans all like “didn’t know you could be dom” and then Cas is like “didn’t know you’d be a sub” and then like Dean has handcuffs and like Cas’ spanks Dean a couple of times, there’s a cock ring involved and just yeah

anonymous asked:

I realize you like Punk!Cas and Nerd!Dean... But another one of my favorite Aus is Punk!DEAN and Nerd!CAS. BARE WITH ME!!! There are the loud, rowdy jocks, the geeky, book-loving nerds, but you'll never see Dean with anyone. He's always alone. People say it's because he's so scary, nobody wants to risk messing with him. Others say it's just simply"how Dean rolls". He doesn't need to inconvenience himself with the presence of other people. He's the intimidating lone-wolf. (1)

Then we have Cas. Genius at science, charming, funny (in his own quirky way) - he’s got a good thing going, he’s got a great group of friends who all share his interests, he’s great with people, he’s fairly known among school. Then one day he’s paired up with Dean Winchester on a science project, and while all his friends think it’s “so COOL Cassie!” - all he can think is, “great, this guy.” Because really, Dean Winchester? Cas doesn’t get what the big deal is about him. (2)

He walks around, moping and glaring at anyone who crosses his path. Who does he think he is, huh? What’s his deal, is he trying to keep up some fucking image? What, does he think it’s cool? Does he think he’s scary? Intimidating? Puh-lease. Castiel’s not buying any of it. He thinks Dean is just a stuck up, angsty little brat. No, he KNOWS he is. (3)

(4) But three days later, he finds himself sitting on his bed with Dean Winchester himself, and they’re not doing an ounce of work, because Dean is telling Castiel about how he pool-hustled this group of guys this one time and holy hell, Castiel is gripping his sides from how hard Dean’s making him laugh. He doesn’t fail to notice how Dean seems quietly elated that he’s getting this reaction from Castiel

But no, Dean /blushes/. And Castiel is struck speechless for a second because here sits Dean-intimidating-lone-wolf-winchester on Castiel’s bed, blushing at the most medicocre compliment. Surely he gets compliments all the time? Castiel says as much. Dean only blushes further, to Castiel’s- what, amusement? He can’t deny he finds it incredibly… Endearing. God, he never thought he’d use that word to describe Dean. (5 )   
WOW THAT GOT SO LONG I hope that doesn’t bother you, that just- REALLY got away from me imsorry😂Idk, I just love the idea of that punk and nerd dynamic being switched around, y'know? Dean being this intimidating punk and Cas being a nerd but really it’s Dean who needs Cas’s love and reassurance, Dean who doesn’t have too much experience with people in any way, Dean who totally gets fucked senseless and owned and taken care of by Cas behind closed doors heehee So yeah. Punk!Dean and Nerd!Cas.

OR if you are I don’t give a flying fuck, and please do it more often??? PLEASE?

give me more of actually-a-soft-boy badass looking punk!Dean and nerd!Cas

Passing Notes.

Alright, this turned out kind of shitty and I wanted them to kiss but it didn’t quite feel right so I didn’t write it in. It’s short and it’s cheesy, but it’s mostly fluff. Cas’ notes are in italics and Dean’s are in apostrophes. Please don’t kill me if it sucks.

@angelicdmitri, @mundanecas, @naruhearts, @casbakespie, @living-in-a-land-of-dreams, @nicememerino, @viruskit, and @rieraclaelin, all of you guys wanted me to tag you when I posted this so here ya go!!

Warnings: Jock!Dean, Nerd!Cas, High School AU, General Audiences Rating, Other Things I Can’t Think Of, Etc.

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Summary: It all started with a sweet note in Dean’s locker.

I think you’re wonderful.

It started with that, just like that. Sweet and simple and scrawled on a little piece of folded up paper. It fell right out of Dean’s locker one day, as though fate was dropping something at his feet, like the beginning of a trail to something, though Dean had no idea what.

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shhhhhhhh don’t think about hs!destiel sneaking into the janitors closet all breathless and stolen kisses as cas gets pushed up against the wall, clutching onto deans shoulders as he’s lifted into the air, lips never leaving deans in a frantic make out session thats so damn thrilling because honestly, the door is still a little open and if people peek hard enough they might be able to see cas on his knees….. (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ

Now I want to see this as goody two shoes!Castiel getting really overwhelmed by hearing punk!dean praising him/confessing his love as they have sex for the first time. But of course, Dean being the fucker he is, has to go and ruin the moment by making fun of Cas. And Cas wants to be mad at him for being such an ass, but he also realizes that it’s just the dean he fell for and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

This is the Destiel, summer camp!au, we never knew we had!!

In the hot summer of 1981, we follow two campers. Cas, a weird kid just trying to make some friends while he keeps his sexuality a secret; and Dean, a popular cheer leader who can’t stop staring at the pretty blue eyed boy who always reads out by the lake.

Wet hot American Summer - 2001

casanddeanwinchester  asked:

I wanna join the whole thing please :) ya see, o started listening to punk not long ago, and I really like it. I always liked punk!dean better, but now I gotta say, I like it even more.Anyway. Imagine Dean being punk and all,but no one knows he's a genius, more than Cas even. And people are always sure the smell of cigarettes and alcohol is because he's using it, but no, his dad's a drunk heavy smoker, and it doesn't go off in washing machine now. (1)

Cas and he are in Cas’s house, big or medium size, clean and open and smells fresh. Dean’s afraid to even sit there and leave a again on the cream colored couch or a smear on the light colored wooden chair. Cas’s room, though… Is a complete mess!! And Dean’s like… Dude, we can’t do anything here. Not like that. Cas learns about how a neat freak Dean is. This project, let’s say, Chemistry, is a very important one. And Cas is sure dean doesn’t give a damn and just tries to procrastinate

but he accepts, they tidy up a bit, and surprise surprise, it’s more comfortable.he discovers dean knows everything about these subjects, let’s say, the whole structure and bonding and carbohydrates. Suddenly, Dean’s gotta go. He’s got a shift somewhere, and he says ‘someine needs to pay for food, right?’ and Cas is shocked. He discovers dean work both in a salvage yard and the Roadhouse, and starts going there, until he knows where his shifts are.

Cas loves their burgers, and learns Dean makes them, and the cook only fries them and puts the toppings dean also makes. He’s like, smart, talented (he sang a bit when the tidied up the room), hard worker, good cook, kind and hot as hell,(wait, did he just said it?) And he understands he starts falling for Dean

good scenario, ends with a kiss. Bad scenario, Dean’s like… Dude… I’m taken. The girl looks like Tish from ten inch hero.

I guess my punk!Dean tag will grow today

*sings aggressively*
love me tender, love me sweet, n͕̹̤̺̖̽͌e̙̯̥̖̯͊̑̍ͅv͈̤̝̬̌́̆̈̆e̖̓̽ř̩̯͎̖̱̔͐ͭͮͨ ͈̪̥̘͉̓ͨͦ̐ͣͩl͊e̪̹̣̣̯ͥt̋͋̒̅̏̅ ͓̙͔̞ͮ͂̚ͅm͖ͫ́͌̋̋̈́ͅe͔̰̬̒ g̣̣̱͐̃̆õ̗̤͇͈̖̲̩ͣ̔͂ͫ

Chance Meetings in English Class


Castiel plopped down in his seat for English, only to look at the board and realize they were changing seating assignments. He looked at his new group members and internally groaned. Sure, the two girls in his group seemed like they’d work, but the other boy was Dean Winchester. Dean was on the football team and always showed up late to class. He was unlikely to do his share of the work, plus the girls would probably just try to flirt with him the whole time.

Castiel sat down in the back row of the pod with a sigh, now slightly dreading what used to be one of his favourite classes. Castiel mentally cursed as the two girls sat in the front two seats, leaving the last seat for Dean next to him.

Class was fine for the first five minutes. Then Dean walked into the room, looked at the new seating arrangements and found the only empty seat next to Castiel. Dean came in late every day, so their teacher didn’t even register him at this point. Castiel wondered how he managed to be late every day. English wasn’t even first period, it was second.

For the rest of the class, Castiel found himself being distracted by how surprisingly un-distracting Dean was. He didn’t constantly fidget or play on his phone as Castiel imagined. He just sat there, quietly listening. Every time Castiel tried to turn his attention back to the teacher, Dean’s hulking figure came back into mind.

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Destiel + established relationship + blind!dean

For @prayforjensen. Happy birthday, Lee! I love you!!

Dean’s vision begins fading somewhere around the sixth date. He tells Cas that he should get out now but Cas doesn’t budge. 

He started losing his heart somewhere around the third.

Dean gets glasses. He hates them at first, always laughs and says he looks like a nerd. Cas adores them, loves to take them from Dean to clean the lenses before settling them back on his nose. He likes the way they go crooked on Dean’s face when he falls asleep on the couch, loves the sound they make when Dean sets them on the bedside table right before he turns out the light and kisses Cas goodnight.

The prescriptions steadily get stronger, buying them a little more time. In that time, they whisper their first “I love you”s, Cas moves in, and they travel. Cas takes Dean anywhere and everywhere, from the Atlantic Coast to the Pacific. They stop at the Grand Canyon, drive down to Mexico for a day. 

When it seems that Dean’s vision will last the fall, they decide to go to Texas for Austin City Limits. They take a few days before Thanksgiving to drive up the east coast and visit some orchards, see a few lighthouses. They spend a night in Martha’s Vineyard and Dean complains about feeling like some uppity Hartford housewife but he holds Cas close that night as they sit on the beach and watch the stars. 

It’s when they’re in Kansas for the holidays that Dean wakes up, puts on his glasses, and sees so difference. He shakes Cas away, starting to panic.

“Everything is still blurry, C-Cas. Why-why- it shouldn’t” His breathing becomes ragged and there are tears streaking down his face and Cas cups his chin, heart breaking in his chest as he tries to calm Dean down. 

“It’s okay, baby. It’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”

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I was inspired to write some destiel kisses by this amazing fanart by the very talented @vinnie-cha

“See, Cassie! This wasn’t so bad!” Balthazar called as a very drunk sorority girl dragged him past by the collar. Castiel glared at his best friend, the one who’d dragged him to this party in a very similar fashion to the way the girl was dragging Balth up the stairs.

He just wanted to go home…or, well, back to their dorm. He didn’t know anybody here, the beer was gross, and the music was some punk emo shit that had given him a headache before they’d even gotten through the door. He sighed heavily and took another sip of warm, gross beer.

He’d just decided to take off on his own when he heard the loud burst of laughter cut through the air, somehow drowning out the obnoxious music and the sickening sounds of couples macking. Well, that settled that. If he was right about whom that laugh belonged to (and Cas knew from personal experience that he was almost always right in regards to…this person) then he had to leave fast.

Cas set his beer down and started for the door, skirting around dancers and edging around couples. The door was in plain sight, and Cas prepared for the last burst of speed that would earn him freedom. Just as he took that first step, his path was suddenly cut off by an overly-enthusiastic couple slamming against the wall in front of him in a mess of lips and limbs.

“Whoa! Watch out there, Ash!” A deep voice called from right over Cas’s shoulder. Cas doubted Ash or the girl he was enthusiastically kissing heard the admonition. Cas heard it though. He groaned and dropped his head into his hands. A heavy arm slung itself over his shoulders, and Cas tried not to cringe inward. “You almost took Cas out!”

“Dean,” Cas groused.

“Heya, Cas!” Dean enthused, grinning at him. “Long time no see!”

Castiel rolled his eyes, “I can’t imagine why!” It’s not like Cas, a certified nerd and introvert, and Dean, the running back for their football team and everybody’s favorite person, ran in the same circles or anything. The only reason Dean knew Cas’s name was because Cas had tutored him the semester before.

“I can,” Dean announced suddenly. “It’s because you never come to these things.”

Cas heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Dean, why would I want to come to a party like this? I mean, look!” He gestured toward the couple who was still making out, right in front of them. “They don’t even like each other! In fact, I’m pretty sure they hate each other.”

Dean guffawed with laughter. “Aw, come on, Cas! We’re supposed to be young, carefree. Why not make a few questionable life choices along the way?”

“I’d rather not, thank you,” Cas replied primly.

Dean smirked devilishly. “Really, Cas? You’ve never,” he started closing in, “ever” he stared right into Cas’s bright blue eyes, “wanted to do that with someone?” His nose brushed against Cas’s, and Cas felt his breath hitch in his throat.

“Do what?” Cas murmured unsteadily, his pupils dilating as his gaze dropped to Dean’s mouth.

Dean smiled triumphantly. His tone kept dropping until it was low and hypnotic, hypnotic like his green, green eyes.

“Never wanted to push someone up against the wall,” he backed Cas up against the wall, one arm resting on the wall beside Cas, the other resting lightly at Cas’s waist. A distant part of Cas’s mind reminded him that they were right next to the other couple, but Cas suddenly found he could really care less about them, “Maybe kiss them until it hurts? Maybe kiss them until they listened and actually learned the difference between Hawthorne and Thoreau?”

Cas was so focused on Dean’s mouth, scant inches from his own, that he didn’t even bother answering that yes, Cas had imagined kissing some much-needed sense into Dean on more than one occasion. Dean seemed to know, though, even without Cas answering, because in the next moment, his mouth was on Cas’s.

Cas gasped, somehow shocked by the kiss even with all the buildup to it. Dean’s arms wound around Cas’s neck, one hand still gripping his beer bottle, the other stroking through Cas’s hair, as his mouth devoured Cas’s. Cas moaned as his own hands moved up to tangle in Dean’s hair and cup his stubbled cheek.

It was sloppy and slightly gross-tasting because of the gross beer. It definitely wasn’t the most coordinated kiss Cas had ever received, but it was still the best of any he’d ever had. Maybe cause it was Dean.


Cas shoved the library door open with his hip, nearly tripping over the lip of the door and dropping the pile of books he held. Two strong hands were suddenly there, catching his waist and steadying the books. Cas glanced up into beautiful green eyes, and he felt his breath leave him in a rush.

“Dean,” he finally choked out.

“Cas,” Dean greeted, his eyes narrow, scrutinizing Cas. “Been a little while.”

Cas’s gaze skittered to the side as he shifted his giant stack of books. “I’ve been busy,” he hedged.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Dean corrected.

Cas let out a harsh laugh. “Why would you ever think that?”

He didn’t ask any of the other obvious questions that had been running through his mind on a loop since that night. Why would you even notice that someone like me is avoiding you? Why would you seek me out? Why would you press me up against a wall and kiss me so hungrily that I haven’t been able to think about anything else since?

Dean sighed, absently running a hand through his hair. Cas tried not to think about how that hair had felt under his fingertips.

“Because you’re scared,” Dean finally replied. “I pushed you outside of your perfect little box, and you got scared, and now you’re avoiding me.”

Cas rolled his eyes, despite the frantic pounding of his heart. “Dean, you shoved me up against a dirty wall at an overly crowded party and attacked. I don’t know who wouldn’t be a little scared by that.” He shifted his books again, trying to get a better hold on the stack.

Dean scowled. He shoved his finger in Cas’s face. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it! You were responding pretty enthusiastically, if I remember right.”

“Well, you did say that we’re entitled to a few mistakes at this age,” Cas replied dryly.

Dean was outright glaring at that point. “You don’t mean that. You can’t.”

“Is it really so hard to believe that someone would count kissing the mighty Dean Winchester as a mistake?” Cas taunted, rearranging his hold on the books. Dean growled frustratedly and reached out to pluck the books from Cas’s hold, setting the stack down on the wall beside them.

“Maybe it is, but you’re not someone who would think that,” Dean argued as he stepped closer.

“Really? So you presume to know what I think now?” Cas goaded.

Dean shoved right into his space, his mouth scant inches from Cas’s. “I know you a lot better than you think!”

Cas suddenly couldn’t make himself look away. How dare Dean talk to him like this, like he has some sort of right? He fisted a hand into the front of Dean’s green shirt, one hair moving into that soft hair that he’d been dreaming about for weeks. “You are infuriating, Dean Winchester!”

“Could say the same to you, Cas!” Dean growled back.

Cas wasn’t sure who moved first, him or Dean, but then their mouths were slamming together in an angry kiss. As their lips pressed together, Cas could feel the flames flicking between them, singing their lips, burning their very souls. Cas opened his mouth to Dean, granting the taller boy the contact they both wanted so very badly. Almost as if on cue, both of their lips slowed, the pressure lessening as the kiss morphed from an attack to a conversation, a gentle giving and receiving as their anger dissipated between their open mouths. 

Cas moaned. Dean froze for a split second, and Cas thought for one awful moment that he might leave, but then Dean’s arms were sliding around Cas, pulling him closer.

“God, I missed ya, Cas!” Dean groaned, his voice breathy and  wrecked, between kisses.

“Me too,” Cas whispered as he dove in for another kiss.


“Cas,” the plaintive voice called. Cas ignored it in favor of turning another page in his textbook. He had five pages left to read before lecture the next day.

“Caaaaaaaaasssss!” The voice called again. Cas ignored it again.

Cas heard the gentle padding of socked feet behind him, and then long, muscled arms were wrapping around his bare torso as an equally bare chest pressed against his back.

“Pay attention to me,” Dean pleaded as he pressed a soft kiss to Cas’s shoulder.

“No,” Cas replied ineffably.

“Cas,” Dean whispered, sucking his earlobe into his warm mouth. Cas tilted his head, pulling his ear out of reach, but Dean just took that as an invitation to kiss his way down Cas’s neck.

“You look so sexy with those glasses on,” Dean whispered. Cas snorted.

“Stop lying; it’s not going to get me back into bed with you any sooner.”

“Not lying,” Dean mumbled into the warm skin at the back of his neck. “Always so fucking sexy. How the hell did I get so lucky?”

Cas couldn’t ignore the flutter in his chest at those words. “I’m the lucky one,” he countered softly.

“Maybe we both got lucky when we found each other,” Dean suggested. he kissed the side of Cas’s neck again, sucking the pulse point into the heat of his mouth.

Cas chuckled, finally setting his book aside; he already knew the material. He spun around to face Dean and pressed a hungry kiss to his mouth. “Damn right we were.”


“Babe, have you seen my green flannel?” Dean called as he dug through the laundry pile. They still hadn’t managed to work out a system for washing, drying, and getting the clothes folded and put away. Everything somehow ended up in a giant pile at the end of their bed.

“I thought it was in the laundry pile,” Cas replied as he hurried into the bedroom in search of his tie.

“I guess I could just wear a t-shirt…” Dean muttered, but at a glance in the mirror, shook his head. “Cas, ya left my neck all marked up again!”

Cas grinned unrepentantly. “Are you really complaining about that? Because last night you said…”

“Okay, let’s not start…” Dean interrupted, but then Cas was at his back, burying his face into the skin of Dean’s neck and kissing at the bruises. Dean shook his head. “We’re gonna be late for work again!” When Cas didn’t respond, Dean tried to push him away. “Cas, stop that!”

“No!” Cas replied petulantly, sucking a new bruise into place.


Cas ran around the apartment, reshuffling the magazines on the coffee table, fluffing the flowers on the dining room table, checking the roast in the oven for the third time in five minutes. He had to make sure everything was perfect, everything in its place.

“Cas, baby, stop! Everything looks fine,” Dean assured him.

Cas threw him an annoyed glance. “Dean, this is my mother we’re talking about. Everything can’t just look fine, it needs to look great!” He suddenly stopped his anxious movements, running his hands through his hair instead. “God, I haven’t been this nervous since our first date.”

“Hey, hey,” Dean murmured soothingly as he pulled Cas into his arms. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. If anything, I should be nervous.”

“No, you shouldn’t be. You’re wonderful and perfect and everybody loves you. But mother…” He trailed off, his eyes going distant.

“Listen to me, baby,” Dean whispered. He took Cas’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, making sure he held Cas’s full attention. “She’s not gonna scare me away, okay? I’m here to stay.” He squeezed Cas’s waist. “You ain’t gettin rid of me that easily.”

Cas took a deep breath, his eyes wet. “Right,” he whispered. Just as Dean was about to pull away, Cas swooped in for a kiss, surprising Dean. “Thank you,” he whispered when they pulled apart.

“Anything for you, Babe,” Dean promised, stealing another quick kiss before Cas scurried off to check the bathroom “just one last time, Dean, I promise!”


Dean and Cas walked down the sidewalk, their hands gently swaying between them in the cool autumn air.

“I like your mom,” Cas announced suddenly. “She’s so sweet.”

Dean smirked as he pulled Cas to him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re real sweet, you know that?”

Cas giggled, humming contentedly. “Only when I’m with you,” he assured his boyfriend.

Dean thought of the ring in his pocket. He didn’t say anything just yet, since he wanted to ask Cas when they were down on the pier, but he couldn’t help but hope that, if what Cas said was true, then Cas would be sweet for ever and always.

anonymous asked:

1/2 I just can't get over how sweet Dean is to Cas. Like, Dean has shown numerous times towards numerous people that he is actually a very kind, loving person, but idk, character study wise, it's just so interesting to see how he is with Cas. He speaks so carefully and softy to him, and talks to/about Cas a certain way that's very different. "He's a weird, dorky little dude." Like, HUH?! Lol no, Cas is seen as a powerful force by everyone else but Dean.

2/2 Not that Dean doesn’t acknowledge those things in Cas, but i think it just speaks to how Dean sees him. He’s protective of Cas in ways he definitely isn’t with other hunter pals, and even different from his protectiveness of Sam, which in the past was framed as a parent/child protectiveness. I just really love how Dean is towards Cas okay?!

SAME. I mean, the way Dean talks about Cas… Charlie’s impression of Cas was that he was “helpful and dreamy.” Not “useful and smitey and badass” or whatever. She thought he’d be smaller when they eventually met face to face, possibly because of the way Dean has always talked about Cas– nerd angel, and all that. :P

And that’s NOT a new thing. Dean’s been talking about Cas that way for ages. And Charlie read the books. So when she does talk to Dean about Cas, she KNOWS Dean’s pov on Cas, despite all the badass, smitey, powerful stuff Cas does in the books.

Around Cas, though, even Dean himself goes a little bit squishy…

Cas is pretty much the only one he lets get away with cracking back at him like this. Almost anyone else he’d at least throw out a half-assed retort (you’re the short bus… short bus, or the like :P), but with Cas he just turns to pudding. :)


Summary: Sam asks Cas to tutor him one night. Cas agrees and gets much more out of it than he expected.

Words: 1.6k+

Jock!Sam x Nerd!Cas

Warnings: slightly NSFW (implied smut), angst (if you squint), mostly fluffy fluff

Notes: Look, Sastiel! Don’t get too excited, I wrote this because I needed practice and @teamfreewill-imagine conned me into it. Anyways this was harder for me to write because I don’t write Sam very well but I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you thought in the comments :)

Shoutout to @chucksangel for being my beta. You’re the real MVP.

Tagging: @teamfreewill-imagine @chucksangel @lennyways @lovin-ackles @waywardlullabies @deanwinchester-af @timelordsandhuntersin221b

Cas still couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why was he doing this again? Oh, that’s right. Because of a stupid crush. He felt like an idiot as he made his way towards his dorm. But why should he? After all, it wasn’t him that had gone to the most popular guy on campus for tutoring help. And in math, of all classes. No. It was all Sam Winchester’s fault. 

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For @cocklesanddestieltrash, who wanted a nerd!Cas/jock!Dean.


Dean sat beside Cas at the back of the room in English and noticed something weird. The kid read everything the teacher assigned so quickly that his head spun. After what he assumed was a chapter, Cas took down pages of notes. But he wrote nothing down that the teacher wrote on the board. For a nerd, that’s strange, right?

And there was that one time in gym class when Luke, that dick, threw a baseball right at the kid’s head. Now as a baseball player himself, Dean knew that seeing the ball with the sun shining directly into your eyes was a bitch and nearly impossible. But it was a cloudy day, so Dean assumed it was because Cas wasn’t necessarily the most athletic guy around.

It wasn’t until he saw Cas walking down the hall towards him one day after school that he started putting things together.

While Dean knew that he and Cas weren’t the closest of friends, they were at least friendly. Cas was always nice enough to lend him his notes on the chapters he couldn’t read through because of practices or games.

So it was baffling when Cas spun so quickly on his heels that he ran smack into someone’s open locker door and promptly fell down, spilling everything in his hands.

“Shit! Cas! You alright, buddy?” Dean hurried over.

Cas sat up and grabbed at his head. He looked alright, just somewhat disoriented.


“Yeah, you didn’t see me? I was like five feet in front of you.” Dean chuckled out, as he started collecting Cas’ papers.

“Sorry, it’s just you looked like – I mean, I didn’t see you,” Cas mumbled out, taking his stuff from Dean. “Thank you.”

Dean furrowed his brows. He knew that Cas was about to say that he didn’t recognize him. He looked down and realized that he was wearing Luke’s camo jacket instead of his own worn down hunter green one. He must have taken it and put it on after baseball practice and not noticed. Well, it was a relief knowing that was the truth. He thought he was eating one too many pies because the jacket didn’t fit right.

But it clicked. It finally clicked.
Cas thought he was Luke from afar. And Luke, well, he was a downright ass to Cas. No wonder he turned around.

“Hey Cas, you free right now?” Dean asked, shoving his hands in his pocket.

Cas tilted his head. Dean groaned internally. For a teenage guy, Cas had absolutely no idea what being cool was. It was like he was aiming for adorable instead.

“Why, Dean?”

“I want to take you somewhere,” Dean spewed out, without even realizing what his words implied.

He got it when Cas turned bright pink under his gaze. The dark-haired boy lowered his blue eyes. “You mean…like a date?”

Now Dean wasn’t shy about his bisexuality at school. He knew that. He and Aaron did go out for like two weeks before calling quits. But it still wasn’t something he was completely comfortable with yet. At least not enough to tell his parents.

Dean brought a hand up to rub his neck. He really didn’t mean to ask Cas out.

Cas looked up at him, hesitantly, but expectantly under his lashes. And how had Dean not noticed how utterly cute this boy was?

Dean grinned, dropping his hand, to wrap both of them around Cas’ arms. He could feel his own cheeks warming.

“Yeah, Cas. A date.”

Cas returned his own glorious, gleeful smile. “I’d love to. I mean, I have to call my mother to let her know, but it should be fine.”

“Great,” Dean took the books from Cas and started walking towards the other boy’s locker. “There’s just one stop we gotta make before we go.”



“Yeah, Cas?”

“Why are we at the optometrist?”

Dean turned off the ignition to his dad’s black Impala. He turned to the slightly smaller boy sitting beside him with dread in his bright blue eyes.

“Because I know you can’t see. Clearly, at least,” Dean muttered, not wanting to scare off Cas.

“I can see.”

“Not at a distance. What’s that called again?” Dean questioned, squinting his green eyes.

“Near-sightedness,” Cas whispered.
Turning his face away from Dean. He sighed. “I know. It’s just…”


Cas mumbled something incoherent.

“What was that?”

Cas sighed again. “I don’t want to be more of a nerd than I already am.”

Dean sat in slight shock before he burst into a hearty laugh. That earned him a punch in the arm.

“It’s not funny, Dean,” Cas shouted over the laugh, frowning at him.

Dean’s laugh subsided. “Oh, babe. That was too good.”

Dean was clearly on a roll today for saying things before thinking. But he can’t say he didn’t like the reaction.

Cas blushed again from the term of endearment.

Dean sighed and quickly got out of the car. He walked over to the other side and pulled open the passenger door. He stuck out his hand. “Hey, if anything, you’ll just be a cute nerd with glasses, okay?”

Dean later found out for himself how true his words were when he couldn’t keep his lips off his boyfriend every time the boy looked up at him from behind his thick black frames.