I will always want you (Destiel AU)

Not Any Rainy Day

(Castiels POV)
Castiel tried to hustle as fast as he could down the slippery sidewalk without tripping. His dark, sopping wet hair hung down into his eyes and the rain drops patted softly onto his tan trench coat. However, he didn't care how wet he was getting and he didn't curse himself for forgetting his umbrella.

Cas was to self-involved with the dream he had last night. He remembered the sharp green eyes. The mixed emotions he felt for the stranger. The sharp pain from the icy metal. Most importantly, he remember the feeling of betrayal coursing through his veins and spreading through his body like wild fire. He remembered waking up scared and alone. Haunted from the feelings from the dream that faded as time ticked by.

Finally, he made it to the parking lot and Castiel became alert of everything around him. Getting bullied at school can do that to a person. He noticed the jocks laughter as the pulled their buddies from their cars and pushed them into the rain. He picked up the girls high-pitched squeals as the rushed into the school, the heels on their stilettos threatening to give way. He smelled the cigarette smoke from the stoners standing just off school property. He heard the deep breath from the breathless lovers making out behind the trees. Castiel became alert of everything as soon as he stepped on school property everyday, so none of the behavior baffled him in the slightest, except one thing.

The black, four-door, hard top '67 Chevy Impala pulled into the parking lot a swung into a parking spot closest to the door. Cas had never seen that car before, he would have known if he did. The beautiful ride held his gaze as he continued to forward.

"Watch where your going, Nerdy Novak!" The deep voice started him as he felt his shoulder smash into another body. A jock pushed him forward before continuing back. Castiel hurried into the school, not taking the time to glance back at the car.

(Dean's POV)
Dean sat in the parking lot and listened to Sams uneven breathing. Deans little brother always gets this way when starting new school.

"Just remember Sammy, this is the last school. I'm making sure of it," Dean said to try and brighten Sam's mood.

"Dad's said that a million times," Sam sighed, causing Dean to sigh. Their dad did always tell them that, but how long was it going to take Sam to get that it wasn't their dad's choice anymore?

"Dad doesn't have a say anymore Sam, you know that. It's Bobby's." Dean said firmly. Sam only nodded, not replying before getting out of the car and slamming the squeaky door. Dean sat their, frustrated, before getting out of the car himself.

This school was no different from the others he's been too. A big, brick building surrounded by hormonal teenagers. A giant prison, if you ask Dean.

He sneaked his way into the school right on time to hear the first bell. Dean made it to his first class, Math, without a second to spare.

"Alright class," the monotone teacher said once he entered the room, eyeing Dean as he sat a stack of papers on his desk. Dean smiled half-heartedly and ran his hand through his short, dirty blond hair.

"New student, Dean Winchester. Take your seat," the teacher gesture to the class. Dean could all ready tell this was going to be a very long year.

Scanning the desks, Dean could only find two open ones. One next to a hot blond an one next to a nerdy looking kid with blue eyes and dark hair that wouldn't stop staring at him.

Nobody will ever understand how much Dean wanted to sit by the girl. She had a perfect figure and a sweet face, what boy wouldn't want to sit by here. Dean want to just throw himself into that chair next to her. To hit on her so hard she would know what hit her. To maybe even get lucky tonight, but he didn't.

Dean was pulled in a pulled in a direction. He couldn't control himself until he was dropping the new text book on the desk next to the boy.

"Hey, I'mDean, he said, trying to break the awkward tension between the them as the teach began to ramble on. The boy hasn't looked at him once since Dean first walking the class. The boys unruly hair went every which way around his head, blocking Deans view of his face.

"Hi," his small but powerful, angelic voice floated to Dean. The voice was as soft as silk, but seemed rough and stubbly. Dean could listen to it all day. Now only if he could see his face....