Metal-Mouth Romance {Destiel, Sabriel, Michifer}

Angels, Demons, and Public School Kids

The next day, Dean woke up, feeling like dying the second his eyes opened. His teeth hurt like hell. After another twenty minutes of death, he dragged himself out of bed, making a sound like a beached whale. There was a knock on his bedroom door.

"Dean, stop dying! Get up and I'll get you some Tylenol!" Always the rebel, Dean continued to die as he pulled on a t-shirt and some jeans. Thank god it was Friday.

Shuffling downstairs, he continued groaning, walking into the kitchen with eyes half closed. Sammy looked up from his breakfast.

"Here, I made you some oatmeal, and here is some Tylenol." Sam said, pushing the bowl and the pills in his direction."

"Thanks." He slurred, drunk on his exhaustion.

Even eating frigging oatmeal felt like medieval torture, and it took almost ten minutes longer just to get to school because of it.

After parking, he walked through the crowded halls, worried that a stray hand would get him on the mouth and actually kill him. Stopping at his locker, he twisted the combination, tossing his stuff in before anyone actually noticed the AC/DC, Doctor Who, and Sherlock magnets on the locker walls. He loved all of those things, but when he first brought them up to his friends, they had laughed, and he just pretended to laugh with them, but he didn't have the heart to take the magnets off.

Dean noticed his friends and stiffened, licking his braces nervously. Time for the big reveal. He walked over and fixed them with the biggest smile he could muster.

Everyone roared with laughter, and he pretended to laugh with them, even though he didn't actually think they looked that bad.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, that's so unfortunate!" Lisa giggled, and Dean put on his most realistic looking fake smile. What Castiel had said to him yesterday floated through his mind. "You look good." His fake smiled became a real smile, although his friends had no clue he wasn't thinking about them. Sam's words about Cas versus Lisa also floated through his mind. "He gets the nickname 'Angel' while Lisa is just 'Lisa'?" Interesting.

The rest of the day consisted of fake laughter from him to match everyone else's real laughter. Lisa had flaunted the braces to people, even people she didn't know, smiling at him every single time the people started laughing.

Suddenly Dean was filled with guilt about all the people he had mocked about their braces. He remembered one guy in particular, his former best friend, Benny. Benny had gotten braces, and Dean and the others had teased him mercilessly about it. When Junior year started, Dean found out that Benny had left the school and moved with his family to Louisiana. If Benny could see him now...

He drove Lisa home that day, and on the way to her house, they passed a large field, filled with medieval looking tents. Dean stopped, staring in awe. There were tons of people, all in costume, gathered around a redheaded girl wearing armor and standing on a box. Although he couldn't hear what she said, the people around her began to cheer. Suddenly he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to see. Someone in armor was bouncing around and waving at him. When Dean looked harder, he realized it was Cas, grinning, his braces glinting in the sun. His armor was too big for him, the chainmail hanging off of his shoulders, the helmet covering half his eyes. By his side was a sword, which he was leaning on like it was a staff. Dean smiled back, but suddenly became aware that the sunroof was opening.

"Hey, why don't you find somewhere else to play, freaks!" Lisa shouted, standing on the seats. Dean could feel himself turning pale as everyone turned to look at them.

"Lisa! Get back in the seat, goddammit!" She did, bouncing back into the seat, smirking. The Impala roared as he sped away, painfully aware of everyone's eyes on him. When Lisa had sat back into the seat, Dean had seen Cas' grin falter and slip away completely. When he had drove away, Dean had caught a glimpse of Cas turning around completely, looking at the dirt.