#floating through

Warnings:  None here

Words: ~750

Characters: Student!Dean Winchester & Punk!Castiel, mentioning of Author!Gabriel

Summary:  Dean is a bit nervous about talking to his old babysitter but when someone else stands behind the door his heartbeat won’t go back to normal.

A/N: So this is the first chapter to my firs multichaptered destiel fanfic. I know it’s short but the second is already half done and much longer than this.

This fanfiction is gonna be about… Dean, a shy high school student with few friends, who falls in love with someone who’s the complete opposite of him.

Dean never was the one everybody wanted to be friends with, but neither the one everybody hated. He got barely noticed by anybody and that was fine. He needed most of his time to study, work or take care of his little brother since their Dad didn’t seem to bother. He just had two more year of high school before he would maybe go to college if he would find a way to afford it…and then he met Castiel.

Castiel, who is so different but so fascinating, Castiel who has an absent father as well but is the little brother who is taken care of , Castiel who has no intention to care about college and who makes Dean fall in love for the first time.

I hope you enjoy this :) Critics and comments are welcome!

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Dean nervously crunched the paper in his left hand as he lifted the other to press the simple, grey button next to the name sign. “NOVAK” was engraved in it. Dean waited. He wasn’t sure if Gabriel still lived here but since his last name was still written onto the door he had some hope left for it. The door opened and the face appearing in front of him for sure was not Gabriel. The man in front of him was the opposite of Gabriel, at least of the Gabriel he remembered. 

He was taller than Gabriel, almost as tall as Dean, maybe even the same height if Dean would take his shoes off. His hair was shorter than Gabriel’s and dark brown, the ends where dyed in a vibrant blue. He had his lower lip pierced and for sure was younger than Dean’s former baby sitter should be by now. But what was catching Dean’s attention the most were his eyes. They were blue -okay they were very blue- and framed in thick black eyeliner which made them look somehow mysterious.

„You are not Gabriel! “, Dean stuttered. „No I in fact am not Gabriel” the guy in front of him answered and Dean jumped in shock. He had not realized he actually said that out loud, but also he never considered that his opposite might answer.

“I uhm...I’m sorry but here used to live a Gabriel Novak and…” Dean noticed how his voice pitched up several octaves. It always happened when he was nervous and situations like this made him very nervous. “Yes”, the nameless man in front of him answered. When Dean heard how low and calm he spoke his high nervous voice just felt 100 times more embarrassing. He probably should just turn around and go away. But he did not. “And…do you know where he lives now? His name is still written on the door sign and I really need to talk to him” his words faded at the end of his sentence. Dean could actually feel the other starring him down even without looking up into his face. “Yeah well…he still lives here, some of the time at least… but mostly I live here , what do you want from Gabe?” he asked with a minimum of emotion. “I uh…he used to be my babysitter and I know he’s an author and I thought I could ask him some questions for my literature class…” The dark haired kept starring. “I can ask him. If he’s okay with it I can call you“, he said.

Dean was surprised. The other was neither completely made of stone nor an unfriendly asshole. He nodded enthusiastically “Thank you” Before Dean could say anything more the blue haired disappeared into the house leaving the door open. Dean waited a few seconds, as the other didn’t reappear he took it as an invitation. He followed the sounds of the other guy rumoring around somewhere. As he found him, he stood in the kitchen.

“I’ll call him right away so you’ll have you answer immediately okay? Wanna drink something while you wait?” Mr. Blue hair asked. Dean shook his head. He was still nervous and wished it would fade away but something about the others presence wouldn’t let his pulse go back to normal again. So now he was sitting there in silence watching the other making a phone call.

“Hello Gabe” his dark voice broke the silence as someone at the other end of the line picked up. “Here s a kid in our kitchen named…” he turned around to Dean looking questioning at him. At first Dean was confused then he realized he was supposed to say his name “Dean Winchester” he brought out before looking down on his hands. The dark haired nodded and repeated his name. It sounded good how he said it. 

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