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30 Days of OTP challenge: Destiel

Day 1: Holding hands

Castiel sighed. School has opened its' cruel doors to the world again. If you listened closely, you could hear the screams of the punished souls who attended this school and never left its' walls. Or it was just the moaning of his schoolmates. Both possibilities weren't appealing to Cas. The one with the trapped souls in the school's building and its' walls was even more pleasant to him than the thought of seeing his schoolmates again. But well, there was no help. Another sigh left him as he walked into the haunted halls of Lawrence High.

His first class was English, and Castiel happily found a desk in the back that wasn't surrounded by brainless jocks. He smiled to himself and sat down. After he placed his pens and notepad neatly on his desk, Cas chose to look out of the window instead of watching his classmates during their epic reunions after summer break.

After a few minutes and a few disturbingly high squeals of some cheerleaders who welcomed their friends, the English teacher, Mrs Dabney came into the room.
She was accompanied by a broad shouldered, green eyed example of eyegasm.

Castiel's jaw dropped immediately after he laid eyes on the stranger. He was gorgeous. High cheekbones, ridiculously kissable lips, the whitest teeth ever and cutest cluster of freckles Cas had ever seen. Dreamy. This boy was simply dreamy.

„Good Morning, class. As you might know, my name is Mrs Dabney and I am going to teach you in English this year. And this right next to me is your new classmate, Dean Winchester. Mr. Winchester, introduce yourself to the class.“

„Uhm-yeah...“, hottie-green eyes aka Dean started. „Well, just as she said. I am Dean Winchester, 16 years old, I enjoy long walks in the sunsets and a cold beer in the evening.“

Mrs Dabney glared at him. The whole class tried to suppress a laughter.

„Uhm, I meant, I enjoy a cold beer to look at. I would never ever drink. Neveeeer.“ He grinned the most mischievous grin Cas had ever seen. Mrs Dabney looked like she was about to bite him. The suppressed chuckles of the class became louder and louder.

Finally, Mrs Dabney jumped back to business. „So, Mr. Winchester. Why don't you take the last empty desk in the back row?“

'Back row? I sit in the back row!'

Castiel's thoughts finally joined reality again. When he saw Dean approaching him, he panicked. 'What the fuck is going on?! Why is he coming here?' And then, he saw it. There was just one empty desk. And it was right next to him. His eyes widened.

'Oh my god, how do I look?'

'Do I look alright?'

'How do I smell?'

'Did I brush my teeth this morning?'

'Do I wear clean clothes?'

'Oh my god, why is he smiling?'

'Do I have something on my face?'

'Did I pee myself?'

'Am I naked?'

'Why the fuck is he smilinggg?'

„Hey dude, are you alright?“, a voice asked.

Cas realized that he was shaking. He looked up and there he was. Adonis in person. Or more A-Dean-is. The only noise he could bring out of his mouth was a squeak.

And then, everything went black.

„Hey, dude..... Yooo.... how are you doing?“ Castiel heard a constant whisper when he came back to consciousness. He lifted an eyelid and there he was, the reason for his first panic attack ever.

Was it common to take a picture of this? Cas and the reason for his first panic attack, Dean Winchester. With a face like that, Cas bet it would be a nice memento.

„Heyyyy, you are alive! Who would have guessed?!“ Dean seemed really relieved.

„Uhm, yes... I am. But where am I?“

„At the nurse's office. You had a total blackout, dude.“

„Castiel.“

„Huh?“ Dean looked slightly irritated.

„My name is Castiel. Or Cas.“

„Dude, I know that. When you carry somebody through your new school without any idea where the nurse's office is, you definitely ask for a name. And since you were unconscious, I asked the nurse.“ Dean chuckled a bit a this memory. Cas thought it was really cute.

Cas stared intensely at Dean. How could be so much gorgeousness be compared in one person? It was simply unfair. He shook his head a bit and decided to sit up on the bed. Not until then he realized that there was an unknown weight on his right hand. He followed his arm to look out for possible injuries and then he saw it. Dean's hand was placed on his hand. When Dean noticed that Cas saw his hand resting on Cas hand, he blushed. But he didn't pull back.

„Uhm... I... I just wanted to make sure you stay with us. You know? A helping hand. For the case you needed to be pulled back from perdition.“ A soft smile skirred over his face as he began to draw soothing circles into the back of Cas' hand with his thumb. Cas didn't pull back.

„Thank you, Dean.“

Dean looked up, startled. „You know my name?“

„Yes, Mrs Dabney introduced you, remember?“

„Oh, yeah. But I thought...“

„You thought?“

„Well, I am surprised you were abled to catch my name in your state.“

Now it was Castiel's turn to blush.

„Yes, uhm...“He felt how his face turned redder and redder. „I was still good back then. But then...“

„But then?“

„YoucamestraighttowardsmeandyoulookedsoincrediblygoodandIdidn'trememberifIbrushedmyteeththismorningandifIlookedpresentableandthenyousmiledyoulookedsogorgeousandthatsmileofyoursissimplyirresistibleandmyhandsgotsosweatyandIwassweatinglikeapigandyousmiledyousmiledwhythefuckdidyouhavetosmile?“ Cas whined and tried to bury his face in the pillow.

„So this happened because... because of me?!“ Dean's grip on his hand got firmer.

„NO! It happened because- Yes. It happened because of you.“ Castiel tried to sink deeper into the bed. He looked up at Dean and expected scorn, discomfort or even disgust, but what he saw was different. It was... joy. And an extremely red face. But Castiel thought he didn't look any different. Dean bit his lower lip and smiled at him. He tightened his grip on Cas' hand even more but not so much that it would hurt. Not that Castiel cared a lot in that specific moment.

They continued to sit in silence and got lost in each other's eyes till the nurse came to check at her patient.