#student!cas

Fucking Novak

Pairing: Destiel

Word Count: 5524

Tags: Professor!Dean, Student!Cas, Top!Dean, Bottom!Cas, Sex Toys, Teasing, Desperation, Sexting, POV Dean, College AU

Written For: @spnkinkbingo

Square Filled: Desperation

To Dean, Monday mornings have always been the same: classes start too early and students want to be there even less than he does.

Until Castiel Fucking Novak joins his history class and now, Dean doesn't know what to expect.

Link to fic on Ao3

Excerpt:

“All right you savages, settle down.” Dean waves his hands in a sitting motion. “I know Monday’s mean shit to college students and I appreciate your attendance but I’m gonna need all of you to shut the fuck up.” He looks up at his students. “Please.”

Fucking Mondays. Dean hates them. College kids and Mondays were never meant to mix, and he’s pissed he has to teach a course to these fucking psychos, and on a Monday morning no less. It’s like the time slot from hell. He’s gonna have to sweet talk his boss before the semester ends to make sure he doesn't pull the short straw again. Because, fuck this shit.

He’d much rather still be naked and in bed with—

The door at the top of the room slams open and pulls Dean from his thoughts. His eyes narrow at the latecomer descending the stairs of his classroom like he owns the fucking place.

Castiel fucking Novak.

He’s sauntering to the open seat in front of Dean’s desk—fucking sauntering, this guy—and he looks Dean up and down as he passes, a slow smirk growing on his face.

“Hello, Dean,” he murmurs before he sits and Dean regrets ever telling his classes to call him by his first name. The first time Castiel fucking Novak greeted him that way, all the blood Dean needed in his brain was suddenly in his dick. He had to hide behind his desk and show a documentary on conspiracies because there was no way he’d be able to stand in front of his class and teach. Thank fuck this history class was a pre-req, anyway. None of these kids were taking it seriously.

He spent the next hour and a half trying to ignore his hard on and Novak’s eyes that were on him every time he dared to look. By the end of the period, it had become a game to see who would look away first. Dean always lost.

And now every Monday, it was something else.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Lucifer (Supernatural) Additional Tags: College Student Castiel, Thief Dean, Acts of Kindness, Stealing, Alternate Universe, Kind Dean, Poor Castiel, thief bobby, Thief Sam Winchester, ugly first meeting, First Meetings, i'm sick of cute fluffy meetings and decided to do and ugly first meeting Series: Part 1 of A Thief In The Night Summary:

Castiel is a poor college student with barely enough money to pay rent

Dean is a thief with a big heart

I suck at summaries

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(I’m sorry this took SO long! Work, life, yadda yadda yadda. ;) Here you go, thank you for the prompt!)

No roommate is perfect. Castiel knows this.

Every relationship requires reaching compromises and learning boundaries, and it’s easier for things for become strained when two people are encroaching on each other’s living space. And squeezing two complete strangers into a dorm room the size of a shoebox and expecting them to get along for a year? Well, in his opinion, it’s a miracle that the number of homicides on college campuses isn’t higher, especially when adolescent hormones, poor impulse control, and underdeveloped frontal lobes are factored into the equation.

So, all things considered, Castiel feels pretty lucky to have Dean as his roommate.

Sure, Dean can be loud and boisterous, and he listens to music too loudly, but it doesn’t bother Castiel too much after the first few weeks. Dean’s questionable “tastes” in music actually start to grow on him, despite his better judgment. He’s even started picking up words to some of the songs, because Dean has a habit of belting out a lyric and then pointing dramatically at Castiel to sing the next verse, and Castiel had gotten tired of the disappointed look on Dean’s face whenever he didn’t know the words, so maybe he had looked up some of the lyrics between his classes.

But it definitely goes both ways, because Dean can pretend he doesn’t like Castiel’s soft jazz or documentaries or fiber-heavy cereal brands, but Castiel hasn’t been fooled since the day he walked into their room and found Dean hunched over his laptop, eyes suspiciously red, transfixed by Castiel’s copy of March of the Penguins. Before he could even say a word, Dean had slammed the laptop shut, face flushing red, and snapped, “Shut up, Cas! Some of the eggs didn’t hatch! Stop laughing, Cas!”

And yes, Dean can be a little over-the-top about cleaning (before rooming with Dean, Castiel would’ve thought there could never be such a thing as too clean, but he’s learned differently), but he’s learned to live with it.

For example, when Castiel comes back from class and spots Dean on his hands and knees scrubbing the baseboards, the smell of Lysol hitting him like a brick to the face, he’s learned that Dean needs space, so he goes to the library for a few hours until Dean’s worked off whatever stress or anger he’s been keeping bottled up. Then he comes back, drags Dean away from wiping out the inside of their desk drawers, and takes him to The Roadhouse for a burger. If Dean decides to confide in him, good; but if not, he can still see the tension easing out of Dean’s shoulders as they sit in the familiar atmosphere, talking about classes, talking about everything and nothing, knees barely brushing under the table.

And, in an effort to do his part, Castiel has started being more mindful about picking up after himself and not leaving his damp towels on the floor. He even tries to remember to make his bed in the mornings, although he forgets more often than not in his haste to get ready for class (not that it really matters because it’ll be made when he comes back, anyways).

And okay, Dean is lively and social and charismatic, and there’s always strange people in their dorm room, but Dean always make a point to introduce Castiel to everyone and try to include Castiel in the conversations, even if he doesn’t have much to contribute. Most of Dean’s friends are tolerable, and Castiel finds himself genuinely liking a few of them, such as Charlie and Benny, and even participating in political debates or Mario Kart games. And on the days that Castiel has a test or a paper due the next day, Dean will unceremoniously kick everyone out without Castiel even having to ask, good-naturedly yelling at everyone to “get lost, moochers, Cas has an Abnormal Psych test tomorrow and he’s gonna kick it in the ass!”.

And fine, Dean does party quite a bit on the weekends (or on the random Tuesday) and comes back in the middle of the night, inevitably waking up Castiel no matter how quiet he tries to be. But Castiel can’t even hold it against him, because when he tucks Dean’s drunk ass into bed and brings him a glass of water and some ibuprofen, Dean gives him the most profoundly grateful look that it’s almost humbling. Castiel doesn’t deserve a look like that for doing such a simple thing, a thing that any decent roommate would do.

Dean never says anything the next morning after these occurrences, but Castiel knows that Dean remembers, because Dean will find ways to make it up to him for the next week – just small things, like having coffee ready for him before his classes, or stocking up on Castiel’s favorite brand of peanut butter.

So no, Dean isn’t the perfect roommate, but Castiel doesn’t mind. He knows he’s not perfect either. But they have a good system, and they get along pretty well most of the time. There’s still some things that Castiel doesn’t understand – like why Dean insists that he’s dumb even though he’s excelling in his engineering classes – and they still have arguments, sometimes petty and sometimes not, but Castiel can’t imagine being roommates with anyone except Dean.

Although honestly, Dean hasn’t been just “a roommate” for a long time now. Castiel considers the term “best friend” to be much more fitting. Castiel lives with his best friend, and he thinks this makes him very lucky.

With one exception.

Dean talks in his sleep.

Word Count: 63,082

Summary: Dean Winchester dropped his little brother Sam off for his freshman year of college, then dropped out of his life completely. Now, nearly a year later, Dean's gotten himself together and is back in Lawrence to make things right with his brother. As he works to build his life in Kansas, Dean finds himself repeatedly crossing paths with Castiel Milton. Maybe the universe is trying to tell him something at a time when he's actually ready to listen.

LMAO this is really cute and funny. I don’t have author!cas though but maybe I could make it college student!cas if you don’t mind? I got author Misha but I don’t know why I feel this fits Cas and Destiel better.

You Got Mail by Riverchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 25610

Summery: Dean is too late with applying for a class at college and tries to get a place by directly contacting the lecturer via email. A typo in the mail address leads to him contacting another student instead. Castiel is an English major at KU and should have gotten his mail account changed in order to not get spammed with work mails for his father, who unfortunately teaches at the same department. In the end, he's glad he didn't

This was a kind of different take on the “wrong-number” type fics. This was an e-mail thing, but it still fit that description to begin with, but it diverges pretty soon after the exposition. I really enjoyed them meeting so early into the fic. Normally these types of stories have a lot of angsty build-up to there first meeting, but this fic had none of that. It didn’t even have the usual “is this person cat-fishing me?” crisis, since they obviously had no reason to lie, and established early on that they both attended KU. Overall, I really enjoyed this fic, though I wish it was slightly longer.

Congratulations to your Graduation, @ordered---chaos!

It’s not… forbidden, per se.

It would just be… highly unusual.

And anyway, Cas never talked about anything long-term or moving in with Dean after graduation or stuff like that.

Angels and humans just didn’t stay together after college. Everyone knew that. Too different, most would say. Not only because they have wings and are slightly stronger, but because they like things neater and cleaner than humans, a quiet environment.

Dean is ready to call bullshit on that. They were roommates (who occasionally fooled around, he reminds himself again, that’s all it was) for two years until his graduation last week.

Yeah, and maybe, he’s moved into an apartment with a big balcony and open spaces and other stuff angels love, but Cas hasn’t even come to check it out yet, so who cares.

He’s here because Cas is his friend, he’ll watch him graduate, and then they’ll go their separate ways.

Prompt 18 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @breathingdestiel

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The warm heat of the New York summer clings to Castiel as he walks along to his favourite coffee shop. (It’s his favourite for one simple reason - it’s cheap and he’s a broke college student.)

Despite the air conditioning of the shop welcoming him in when he arrives, Castiel decides to take a seat under the awning outside. As a student, struggling to pay for college, and all the other costs that come with simply being alive, Castiel has to find entertainment in the smaller things in life. One such entertainment is buying a coffee and sitting, just watching people go by. 

It’s a beautiful day outside so there’s plenty of people for Castiel to flit his eyes over as they walk past, going about their days. He’ll likely never see them again and that thought alone fascinates him immensely. The idea that your life can seem so huge and overwhelming and yet there’s seven billion of them walking around the planet at this moment. Seven billion perspectives. 

Castiel’s eyes follow a bobbing balloon, clutched in the hand of a small child babbling to his mother. As the balloon disappears out of eye shot, Castiel’s focus is snapped to what looks like a couple of trailers pulling up and some guys with cameras jumping out. It looks as though they’re filming something across the street. 

That was something Castiel had found it odd getting used to about living in New York. There was always some movie or show being filmed around the city. If he didn’t see it himself, he always heard about it. He’s at college to study film after all.