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Weird [Dean/Castiel fic]

Title: Weird
Author: cheerfulcricket 
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2,769
Summary: “This is probably the stupidest thing you’ve tried to do all…” Dean paused and thought a little, “Week.” After all, Cas was always asking him to do stupid stuff. Stretched out in front of the fireplace like a lazy cat, Cas turned on the pitiful eyes and Dean sighed. “Fine,” he snapped, “But I’m not stopping doing my homework.”
Disclaimer: Not my characters, I'm just borrowing them without permission and using them out of context. All apologies.
A/N: A bit of high school AU fun (probably one of my favorite kinds) Please enjoy and forgive the silliness, freak!Cas just makes me chuckle!

 

Weird



“I think I might be a vampire.” Dean rolled his eyes before turning to Cas with an inquisitive look. There was a long pause and he began to think that this was all he was going to get. He sighed, exaggeratedly. Oh well, may as well play along.

 

“Why?” he prompted, not bothering to hide the tone of resignation. Cas was always coming out with crap like this. Today’s explanation would no doubt be as ridiculous as all the others.

 

Cas’s bright eyes met his and he began to feel the old panic rising up again as blue swirled around him, sucking him in. They were sprawled side by side on the warm surface of the deck. Heads turned to face one another, they seemed suddenly just inches apart. He gulped.

 

“I really,” Cas murmured, his voice faintly husky, “Really wanna bite your neck for some reason.” Dean remained transfixed by that lazy-eyed gaze. He wanted to gulp again. But he didn’t.

 

“Dude,” he snorted, casually turning his head back up to face the incredible brightness of the sky. “You’re really weird.”

 

Dean could hear the rustling sounds of Cas’s lean frame shifting about beside him. Lowering his lashes to hide his eyes he peeked to the side, only to meet Cas’s clear-eyed stare once again. His gaze skittered away and he felt the heat rising in his cheeks. Cas had rolled onto his side, arm propped up to support his head. Just looking.

 

Dean closed his eyes, shutting out the world. The air around them was heavy and hot, the sun beat down with typical summer intensity. It was one of those damp, sweaty days that knock you to the ground or send you scrambling for a glass of lemonade. I think the heat’s really getting to me, Dean thought dazedly. He felt sluggish and slightly tipsy. It must be the heat.

 

“Dean,” Cas’s deep voice startled him, low and very near. His eyes shot open and he was greeted by the boy’s looming form, hovering above him, blocking out the sun. He could feel Cas’s breath, hot against his face. The other boy paused, on hands and knees, a determined look on his shadowed face.

 

“W-what are you doing?” Dean stuttered, hating the girlish squeaking sound that came out of his mouth. He felt paralyzed and numb yet somehow every sense was humming. His skin itched with awareness of Cas’s proximity. His ears pricked up at every rustle of cloth, every intake of breath.

 

“Can I?” Cas’s voice was soft and he quirked his brows in a pleading sort of way.

 

“What?” Dean whispered, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat speed up as Cas’s face came slowly closer. Slow motion. Gulp.

 

“This,” Cas’s mouth descended upon Dean’s throat, his lips softly brushing the sensitive skin. As Dean gulped again he could feel his Adam’s apple move against the slight roughness of Cas’s cheek.

 

“W-what are you—ow!” Dean yelped as Cas’s sharp teeth suddenly came down hard. “What the fuck?” With a great shove he dislodged the other boy, heaving him off so that he rolled to the side. Eyes blazing angrily, Dean rubbed the sore spot on his neck, pulling his knees up against his chest and shuffling away from Cas who still lay, spread out on the deck, where he had fallen.

 

“Hm,” Cas sounded contemplative as he stared dreamily at the sky.

 

“What the hell, man?” Dean grumbled, willing his wildly pounding heart to settle.

 

“Oh well,” Cas said thoughtfully, “Whatever.” He sat up slightly, propping himself up on his elbows. “Let’s go swimming tomorrow.” The eyes he turned on Dean were sparkling, full of child-like happiness and Dean suddenly felt a surge of bitterness.

 

“The fuck,” he scrambled to his feet, fingers still gingerly probing the tender bite mark on his neck. Cas looked up at him, legs sprawled out in careless abandon, his dark tousled hair catching the light in little glints. How could he be so casual, acting as though nothing had happened? “Just don’t bother me,” Dean finally growled, delivering a short, sharp kick to Cas’s unprotected stomach and storming off, smiling with grim satisfaction as the other boy’s protesting whine echoed in his ears.

 

--

 

“And then you reduce this like… that,” Dean glanced at Andy to see if he was following. The classroom was full of noisy chatter as students supposedly worked individually on their homework. As usual Dean, at home in the realm of formulas and figures, had been roped into explaining how to solve the trickier problems. “Okay, and then—whoa!” A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind, long fingers probing his sides with ticklish precision. “Cas!”

 

“Hold still,” his captor muttered as he squirmed. Dean twisted his neck enough to send a death glare over his shoulder. Cas just knocked his forehead against Dean’s and continued to move his fingers, a look of concentration on his face. Not about to sit still and take the torture, Dean wiggled, struggling against the firm grip.

 

“What the hell are you doing, freak?” he half-gasped.

 

“Stop moving,” Cas ordered, “I’m trying to count your ribs.” For a moment, Dean slumped in the other boy’s grip. Oh great, another fabulous Cas idea. He sent a pleading look in Andy’s direction, only to find him trying to hide his laughter behind a math book.

 

“And why,” he spoke with controlled patience, twitching as Cas’s fingers found a particularly ticklish spot, “Are you counting my ribs.”

 

“I read that,” Cas’s fingers stilled briefly as he looked at Dean, “You can measure people’s intelligence by the number of ribs they have.”

 

“Tha-at’s stupid!” Dean gasped out as the fingers resumed their poking. He wriggled harder but Cas’s grip simply tightened and he found himself unable to move in the stronger boy’s grasp. Cas was shorter than him, why the hell was he so damn strong? “Don’t people all have the same number of ribs?”

 

Cas made a soft noise and ignored him. Dean sighed in irritation. He was pulled tight against Cas’s chest, enveloped in a firm but not painful embrace. Against his back he could feel the slow and steady thud of the other boy’s heart and the warmth of the body pressed against his. He felt his face heating up.

 

“Can you stop?” he murmured, glaring at Andy who had failed to hold back his hoots of mirth, “It tickles, you know.”

 

“Just hold still,” Cas whispered back. Dean sighed and gave up.

 

“Make it fast,” he muttered. “And quit bothering me in the middle of class.”

 

There was no response to that and Dean began to find that the more he concentrated on the feeling on Cas’s fingers, carefully probing his sides, the less ticklish the sensation was. In fact, the gentle touches felt more like soft, slightly strange caresses. The thought sent a surge of heat through him, no doubt directly to his face.

 

“Well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” Andy smirked but, much to Dean’s relief, turned back to his work. At least the undignified attack would no longer have an audience. A few other students had looked up at his first noisy protests but by now, everyone had lost interest. You’re all probably used to this shit, Dean thought moodily. Well I’m not!

 

He could feel his every nerve buzzing, sensitized to each brush of the long fingers, and the classroom around him faded into a distant blur. All his focus was drawn to the points of contact between his body and the solid frame behind him.

 

“There, all done,” Dean jerked as the deep voice spoke suddenly, just behind his ear, and the fingers stilled.

 

“Well?” he forced himself to speak casually as he extricated himself and turned to face his tormentor. “What’s the verdict?”

 

Cas looked—slightly up— at him, spiky hair in messy disarray, and tilted his head a little in a quizzical manner. Dean elaborated with exasperation.

 

“How many ribs do I have?”

 

“What to do you mean?” he asked with a small smile, beginning to walk away. “You said everyone has the same number.”

 

--

 

“This is probably the stupidest thing you’ve tried to do all…” Dean paused and thought a little, “Week.” After all, Cas was always asking him to do stupid stuff. Stretched out in front of the fireplace like a lazy cat, Cas turned on the pitiful eyes and Dean sighed.

 

“Fine,” he snapped, “But I’m not stopping doing my homework.”

 

“That’s all right,” Cas said solemnly. “Alright,” he cleared his throat, “Is your ideal man a) tall, dark and handsome, b)—”

 

“Wait, wait, wait!” Dean waved his hands around to emphasize the fact that Cas needed to stop. “My ideal what? Hell no.” Cas cranked the stare up to slightly mournful.

 

“I told you I got this magazine from Anna,” he wiggled the obscenely pink thing a little. “I would imagine that it was originally intended for a female audience.” Dean rolled his eyes. He sincerely doubted Cas’s tough-as-nails older sister would have been seen dead with that thing, let alone pay money for it. With all the gloss and sparkle all it needed was to be dipped in glitter and he could probably sell it as costume jewelry.

 

“This is stupid, Cas.” He could sense the mournful look intensifying even though he couldn’t see it.

 

“You said you’d do it, Dean. It’s just a little quiz.”

 

Cas,” he was whining now and as soon as he met Cas’s stare he knew it was a lost cause. Cas had gone to DEFCON 1. Puppy-dog eyes had come into play. Awesome. “Fine.” He used his very best “but don’t expect me to like it” tone and determinedly turned back to his homework. It was fucking philosophy, same as it had been five minutes ago. Fractions and formulas he could handle, there was always one answer and if you followed the right steps you got it. This shit was all contemplation and probing and crap like that. He had no use for it.

 

“Okay,” Cas started again and Dean was a tiny bit grateful that the other boy was here distracting him. “Is your ideal man a) tall, dark and handsome,” Okay, scratch that. Not grateful at all. “b) steady and reliable,” Who came up with this shit?  “c) always up for a party or d) unique and a little quirky?”

 

“Quirky,” Dean said, not really bothering to think it through.

 

“Dean,” Cas said in an admonishing tone, “You have to pick a letter.” Dean clenched his jaw.

 

“D,” he gritted out, clutching his pen a little tighter. This was getting old really fast.

 

“D,” Cas echoed, the magazine rustling as he marked it down. “Right. Next. Would you rather date someone who a) you’ve known your whole life, b) you seem to have a lot in common with or c) you just met and know nothing about?”

 

“A,” Dean said, pretending to write something down on his work sheet. Something about French dudes. Philosophical shit.

 

“A, okay.” The pages rustled again. “Next. Would your ideal date be a) the beach, b) a movie and a romantic dinner, c) somewhere nostalgic that brings back shared memories or d) a wild day at the amusement park?” Dean paused. Dammit, why am I actually thinking about this? It doesn’t matter at all.

 

“Uh, C,” he tossed out. Wait, which one was that?

 

“M’kay, C. And, last question. What do you want in a relationship? Someone who a) will love you unconditionally, b) is just themselves, c) you can talk to about your thoughts and dreams or d) will show you a fun time.”

 

“B,” Dean answered without thinking, not because he was fed up—which he was—but because he didn’t have to think.

 

“Okay,” Cas said, rustling the pages a lot more. And then there was silence. Dean waited for several long seconds, eyes fixed stubbornly on his philosophy worksheet. Ah, fuck it.

 

“Well?” he asked, irritation evident in his voice.

 

“Well, what?” came the distracted-sounding response. Dean finally looked up, annoyed. Cas was still sprawled out on his stomach, magazine spread open before him, seemingly fascinated by an article on… Ten Kisses Your Man Will Never Forget?!

 

“The fuck, man?” Dean huffed, throwing his pen at the back of Cas’s head. It missed. By several feet. “Isn’t there supposed to be some kind of result or some shit? Isn’t that why chicks do those quizzes?”

 

“Hm?” Cas glanced up at him briefly before turning back to the magazine and lazily flicking a page. “Oh no, I was just wondering.”

 

Dean practically snarled and turned away from the other boy and back to his homework, fully prepared to start angrily scribbling some fucking amazing answers, when he realized he’d just thrown his pen across the room. Why did he even bother?

 

--

 

The sun was streaming through the leafy green canopy over-head, making shifting patterns of shadow and light on the ground. A soft breeze with just a hint of recent frost brushed through their hair and rustled their clothing. The sky, visible in patches through the leaves, was a bright, cloudless blue. It was pretty damn gorgeous.

 

“Cas, why are we here?”

 

“Just keep walking, Dean,” Cas said, unhelpfully, “We’re almost there.” Dean rolled his eyes. Cas had been saying pretty much the same thing for the last twenty minutes. Maybe they were lost. Or he was just wandering around until he got bored. Either way, Dean had no damn idea where they were. And his feet kind of hurt.

 

Suddenly the trees thinned out ahead of them, a little clearing full of streaming sunlight and dancing dust motes. And a little, slightly decrepit cabin.

 

“Here we are,” Cas informed him unnecessarily, lips quirked into a little smile. Dean couldn’t help but grin back.

 

“Damn, this place brings back memories!” He looked up at the tree branches joining far above their heads and then around at the familiar trunks and branches. “It all looks a lot smaller now.” He hadn’t been to this place in… well, a lot of years. He really had no idea how many. But a long time ago they used to spend all their time here. Planning battles inside the little cabin and executing stealth attacks through the woods, practicing their ninja skills and war-cries. Those were the days.

 

Cas hadn’t said anything since they arrived and when Dean looked over at him the other boy was staring right back, blue eyes wide and sort of bottomless. Dean felt his heart suddenly speed up a little and he was pretty sure his face was heating up.

 

“Cas, why are we here?” he repeated his earlier question in a soft voice, the words seeming to have a different meaning. Cas looked suddenly… unsure. Wearing an uncharacteristically normal look of hesitation and slight embarrassment, practically chewing his lip in nervousness.

 

“Well,” he was definitely stalling and Dean only just managed to not smirk. “Anna’s magazine said—”

 

“Cas,” Dean cut him off in a gentle voice. The other boy stared silently at him, clearly ready to let him take over the job of filling the awkward silence. “Cas, is this a date?”

 

The blue eyes remained fixed on his as Cas nodded once, expression solemn, cheeks turning the slightest bit pink.

 

“You’re such an idiot,” Dean muttered, striding across the crunchy leaves underfoot toward the other boy. Cas just continued to stare as he approached, coming closer and closer. Dean didn’t bother stopping when they were face-to-face but simply reached out and pulled Cas toward him, bending his head down slightly and fitting his lips against those soft, rosy pink ones in front of him. He could feel a little gasp of breath against his mouth and he pulled back slightly, looking down into Cas eyes, now dark and shining.

 

“You,” Cas said, voice deep and somewhat rough. Since when was he one to be confused about things instead of simply acting? He was the weird one who did inexplicable things and didn’t seem to understand normal people’s reactions.

 

“Cas,” Dean sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Why don’t you just show me what else Anna’s magazine had to say, okay?” And then he was leaning down again, fitting his mouth more firmly against Cas’s lips, and it didn’t take long for Cas to eagerly comply.

 

Dean’s last coherent thought as Cas’s tongue did something sort of mind-blowing to his lower lip was something along the lines of, Damn, I’m getting him a lifetime subscription to that magazine!

 

 

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rosa_like_janj
Dec. 15th, 2010 04:11 am (UTC)
OMG, am I the first?
This fic was so sweet and smart too.
Definitely the sweetest Cas/Dean AU I've ever read.
I loved the rib-counting scene the best.
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 04:45 am (UTC)
Yay, first comment! Thank you so much, I'm really glad you liked it! x
slinkymilinky
Dec. 15th, 2010 04:13 am (UTC)
Awww, very cute - and I love a bit of fruit-loop!Cas. Thanks for sharing! ♥
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 04:46 am (UTC)
Haha, me too! Thanks for commenting! x
belittledtolate
Dec. 15th, 2010 04:25 am (UTC)
I L O V E this. Your Cas is so cute, and Dean completely smitten with him even though he's an odd ball. I wish you'd make this a whole verse. It's so cute :)
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 04:47 am (UTC)
Wow, thank you, I really appreciate that! I totally fell in love with my Cas so I'm glad other people liked him too :) x
giggles149
Dec. 15th, 2010 04:25 am (UTC)
I might have to go and get checked out by the dentist after all this sweetness. It was really lovely :-)
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 04:48 am (UTC)
Haha, yes, all sugar and no angst! I'm glad you liked, thanks for commenting! x
cherryshadowz
Dec. 15th, 2010 04:58 am (UTC)
I was reading this as Dean Cas but I kept picturing Arthur and Merlin because of your icon, it was a total mind screw. @__@

Such a cute fic though! I love how Dean didn't even have to think about his answers to "Anna's" magazine and how adorable Cas was in using that to find out if Dean would be interested. I bet there were loads of other things he read in there before he attempted the quiz. Maybe a "How to know if your boy likes you" or "How to get your man's attention". I'm all a giggles over here.
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 05:04 am (UTC)
Haha, I keep getting ideas for a fic and then have to spend a really long time deciding which pairing it would work best for so I confuse myself, icons aside! And I just love the idea of Cas "researching", I could imagine canon!Cas doing it as well (but more solemnly) so it made it more fun to write! Thanks for commenting! x
blue_fjords
Dec. 15th, 2010 05:40 am (UTC)
Awww, this was sweet. Cas truly is a weird one, but in such a good way.
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 06:48 am (UTC)
Haha, that's why we love him! Thanks for commenting :) x
orbiting_saturn
Dec. 15th, 2010 06:10 am (UTC)
Dude! Seriously?! I never read AUs. I just clicked on this because I was bored. And you blew my mind! This was so cute and I love how you still managed to make Cas unusual, but in a quirky teen sort of way. The vampire bite was super hot! The rib-counting scene...delicious! Very, very entertaining. I might have to rethink my opinion of AUs.
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 06:50 am (UTC)
Yay! I'm so glad you felt that way! I really love AUs when the characterization translates and with some characters I think it doesn't but Cas and Dean have such a strong dynamic that I think it transfers really well (sometimes with hilarious results!) Anyway, thank you so much for commenting and for the compliment! x
angelshandprint
Dec. 15th, 2010 06:26 am (UTC)
That was sooooooooooooooo sweet and romantic, you know, all the falling in love with someone who's just simply themselves which makes you love them part. These two are my favourite (and pretty much only) MFEO and I just LOVE it everytime they fall for each other.
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 06:52 am (UTC)
Yes, I adore pretty much any and all romance between them! Thanks for commenting, I'm glad you enjoyed it :) x
peepingdru
Dec. 15th, 2010 07:44 am (UTC)
AWESOME...FUNNY...BEAUTIFUL...AND I DONT READ DEAN/CAS....BUT YOUR GOOOOOOD!!!!::)))
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 03:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you gave it a shot even though you don't usually read this pairing! x
mulder200
Dec. 15th, 2010 08:50 am (UTC)
LOL! Cas is an odd ball but Dean loves him anyway.
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 03:29 pm (UTC)
Haha, pretty much (and Dean's a bit of an idiot but Cas loves him anyway!) x
flawed_x_design
Dec. 15th, 2010 09:30 am (UTC)
hahaha the fireplace scene was my favourite,
this was so cute and amusing =)
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 03:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it :) x
zimothy
Dec. 15th, 2010 10:49 am (UTC)
I think I'm in love with weird-kid!Cas.
Thank you, good sir/madam.
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 03:30 pm (UTC)
I'm a little in love with him myself! Thanks for commenting :) x
abbylover23
Dec. 15th, 2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
Eeeeeee this was wonderful

Dean/Cas high school AUs are truly my favourite kind of fic and this was perfect ♥
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 06:15 pm (UTC)
Yay, I'm glad you liked it! They're probably my favorite kind to write :) x
ebonyfeather
Dec. 15th, 2010 09:19 pm (UTC)
I adore Cas when he's being weird!

Lovely.
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 10:27 pm (UTC)
Haha, glad you liked it! :) x
supernaturalcsi
Dec. 15th, 2010 10:36 pm (UTC)
Cute fic. I adored Cas in this one. The last line is something I can definitely hear Dean saying/thinking.
cheerfulcricket
Dec. 15th, 2010 11:07 pm (UTC)
Yay, thank you! Thanks for commenting :) x
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