**Supernatural -- HIGH SCHOOL AU** (PRIVATE)

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    Dean snickered, breathing heavily with humorous laughter. "You're so pathetic, stupid virgin," he grumbled with a smirk, arching an eyebrow at him mockingly.

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    Castiel ignored the Winchester, lifting his head again and locking his eyes on the back of some kids head in front of him. He rubbed a thumb over his wrist with an annoyed look on his face. "Shut up." He grumbled under his breath.[/fancypost]

    Dean grabbed him by his hair this time, roughly holding him. "What the hell did you just say to me?" he hissed, eyes wide in anger. "You'd best keep your mouth shut and be lucky and appreciate the little things I do rather than the big ones, got it?"

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    Castiel knew better then to say anything else, because he knew it would just get him into more trouble from Dean and his stupid football team. He nodded, frowning and shifting his gaze down to the floor. "Y-Yes..." He muttered in response.[/fancypost]

    "Good!" he snapped, letting him go with a sneer. "You're still wet, by the way. Guess that myth was true," he snickered harshly with a cruel grin, throwing the empty water bottle at his desk.

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    Castiel sighed sadly, watching the empty bottle hit his desk before it clattered to the ground. "I wet because you splashed me with water. If you were smart, you would know it doesn't magically dry in fifteen minutes." He snorted to himself, rolling his eyes and holding his head up with his hands as he stared at the wall ahead again. [/fancypost]

    Dean watched him, eyes narrowed as he squinted. "Moron," he grumbled, trying to grab him attention again by tossing pencils and trying to hit his glasses as he aimed.

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    Castiel huffed angrily, adjusting his glasses whenever Dean did hit them. He sighed sadly again, guessing that Dean would run out of pencils sooner or later. He shifted his gaze down to his notebook and tapped his fingers with another sigh. This was gonna be a long class; per usual.[/fancypost]

    The bell rang and Dean sprung from his seat, smirking at Castiel. "Hm, I'll see you later, I'm sure of it," he said, almost sounding like a pure threat, shoving him roughly again with a snicker and heading off.

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    Castiel tumbled sideways out of his chair and hit the floor with a thud. He frowned and sighed, grabbing his backpack and pushing himself to his feet. He snatched up his notebook and pencil and stayed in the room till everyone went past and out the room. He looked down and headed out of the room lastly, hurrying down the hall.[/fancypost]

    Missy spotted him from her locker, waving at him with a tiny smile, her clothes wrinkled. She must've fled to the locker room and wrung the water out of them at some time during the hour. Her glasses were fractured just a bit and her hair was down for once, but frizzy -- as if she was electrocuted.

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    Castiel made his way over to her locker, crossing his arms and nervously looking down at his feet. "Hey," he muttered in greeting, uncrossing his arms to push his glasses back up and wipe at his nose again. "Two nose bleeds before second period." He sighed, looking back up at her. "Uh--Do you want my extra clothing?" [/fancypost]

    Missy shook her head with a smile. "No, no. I'm fine -- but youuu," he sang out, reaching deep into her locker and digging out a little white towel and handing it to him. "You probably need this," she suggested. "Stole it from a closer in the gym commons. Should help you out a bit."

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    Castiel gave her a tiny smile and grabbed the towel lightly. "Thank you, Missy." He responded, quickly drying his hair, leaving it even more of a mess then it usually was. "Mind if I uh--get red on it?" He asked, tilting his head and lifting the towel up to his nose.[/fancypost]

    Missy laughed quietly. "Hey, it's the school problem, not mine. Knock yourself out," she encouraged with a tiny nod, taking her glasses off and glaring at the crack. "Looks like I'm going blind for the day," she muttered, putting the pair in her case.

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    Castiel nodded, wiping at his nose before he looked back over at her. "I'm guessing you don't want this back now." He responded with a snort, folding the towel up and shoving it away into his own backpack. "I have gym last period today, I'll throw it somewhere." He added. "Ready for class?" He asked, tilting his head. Second period was his favorite since it was the first class he had with Missy.[/fancypost]

    Missy nodded happily, grabbing her notebook and slamming the locker shut, ignoring the rude post-it notes that were placed on her locker after the incident from earlier in the day.

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    Castiel adjusted his backpack straps and hurried after her, a nervous frown on his face. "Can I--can I tell you something weird?" He suddenly spoke up, jogging to walk next to her. "I mean, its kind of--weird..." He muttered, making a face.[/fancypost]

    "Mhm! Of course you can," she enthused with a happy grin, twirling a pencil in between her fingers. "Get it off your chest," she insisted, walking along side of him and humming a song.

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    Castiel nervously twiddled his thumbs, social anxiety not one of his best features at the moment. "I uh--I kinda-I sorta-I really may like Dean--Dean Winchester...--" he stuttered nervously, sweating profusely with shaky hands. [/fancypost]