emihuya asked: Destiel & "I’m lost."
(send me a pairing+line and I’ll write you a thing)
“I'm lost,” Castiel mumbled to himself as he rushed through empty corridors of the school, looking around with wide eyes at numbers on the doors. He had to find the class 32a where his first lesson of the day, Maths, had already begun. That was so his luck, getting late for his first day at the new school. “I'm lost.”
His family had transferred into the city the whole three days ago – he had absolutely no time to get acknowledged with the confusing cobweb of long school halls. He had barely purchased the books he needed in order to not be thrown out of the class right after he'd cross the doorstep.
The volumes secured in his backpack continued to repeatedly knock against his back as he jogged nervously. He couldn't spot the classroom anywhere. He had to be in the wrong part of the school, it was impossible--
Castiel didn't even notice when the door to male restroom flung open until it collided with his body, sending him down onto the floor. The books hidden in his backpack dug painfully into his back.
“Shit,” some voice cursed and a strange hand reached down to him, offering help. Cas whined only in response and blindly grabbed at the fingers. The moment he was up, he gently touched his nose, feeling for any damage. “Are you okay?”
“I'm lost,” the boy repeated dumbly and hissed. His nose had to be broken. What a perfect way to start the school term.
“Damn, it doesn't look nice,” the stranger said, wincing in sympathy as he lowered his head a bit to examine what he had unintentionally done. “Listen, no one was supposed to be here now, I didn't mean to hurt anybody.”
Castiel shook his head. “It is perfectly alright,” he assured, holding his nose. In a matter of seconds, it started bleeding. “I need to go to the class. Please, help me, I got lost, I need to--”
“Dude, no way, I'm taking you to the nurse,” the other boy said. He didn't even listen to Castiel's protests, already pulling him along the hall and down the stairs.
During the quick walk, he said that his name was Dean, and Cas found out that he was supposed to be in the class 32a, as well. Dean couldn't care less about Maths, though, because Maths weren't necessary when you wanted to become a rockstar.
Later, Castiel didn't know if he had only imagined Dean's carefulness when he helped the nurse with cleaning the blood off of his hurt nose or the way his green eyes crinkled in a smile every time Cas winced, due to the overwhelming smell of the disinfectant, but of one thing he was certain.
Next day when he came to school, Dean was waiting for him by the entrance to make sure he wouldn't get lost again.
Next day, and every other day of the term.
