Chev
Thurdsay, 6 October 2016
Beep beep be-
Dean slammed his fist on the alarm clock before it had the chance to beep a third time. "Don't you fucking dare" he hissed at it, rubbing his eyes sleepily, and groggily sitting up in his bed. He checked the alarm clock, even though he knew exactly what time it was. 6:00 am sharp. It felt like he had barely fallen asleep at 4:00 am. Dean groaned loudly.
He stretched his arms as far as they could go, before realising he was handcuffed to the headboard of his bed. That's when he also realised he wasn't alone in bed. Dean blushed a deep red, as the events of the previous night came rushing back to him. He had fallen asleep at 4:00 am. His boyfriend had just slipped out of Dom-mode at that time.
"Cas" He whispered into his boyfriend's ear. Castiel merely grunted in response before flipping himself over to face Dean, and purposefully snoring louder in his face. "You gotta get up" Dean said, shaking Cas' body with his free left hand. Cas did not stir. "At least tell me where the keys to these-" He rattled the handcuffs against the headboard "-are."
Cas did not stir.
Dean heard footsteps outside and cursed, knowing that his Uncle Bobby or Aunt Ellen would be racing to get to the bathroom, right next to Dean's room, around this time in the morning. Not without checking to see, of course, that Dean was awake first. "Cas" Dean said again, shaking him harder, "The keys- now!". Cas smashed his face into the pillow and mumbled a very vague word before resuming his systematic snoring." Cas" Dean hissed louder, "Someone is-"
Dean didn't get time to finish his sentence, because just then his room door was banged open. Cas shot up. Both boys looked at each other, then very slowly back at the figure standing in Dean's doorway. A very sleepy Sam stood there, yawning, and absent-mindedly scratching the back of his neck, oblivious to the furiously-blushing boys staring back at him.
"Dean" he started, "Did you buy the TP yesterday, like I asked you to?"
Dean quickly glanced back at Cas, a quick look to tell him 'Sam won't say anything' and swiftly responded to Sam with "Yeah, let me just get it". Dean didn't notice Cas shaking his head frantically at him until it was too late. Dean seemed to have forgotten that him and Cas were still naked from the ...events of last night, and in reaching for the shopping bag on his study desk, flipped his blanket over and fully exposed their bodies to the outside world.
Sam screamed as his eyes shot open.
"BOBBY!" Was all Sam yelled before screwing his eyelids shut, slamming Dean's room door closed and running in the direction of the bathroom. Dean and Cas were still frantically trying to cover themselves when Dean's door was slammed open for the second time that day. "Sam" Bobby asked, worriedly, with Ellen obviously trailing behind, "What happened?!" She asked, stepping inside the room.
One glance at the cherry-red boys and the handcuffs on Dean's hand and all Bobby did was raise his hands up in defeat, and cry out "I don't even want to know" before leaving the room promptly. Ellen just glared at her nephew and his boyfriend. "You two, get ready. Then we're gonna have a talk about this is in the car." Dean opened his mouth to say something, but Aunt Ellen stopped him by raising a hand, "No Dean, you're not gonna drive Baby today, in fact, your other aunt Jody best deal with you. Lord knows I've tried my best." Ellen said, mumbling "16, only 16" under her breath.
Dean blushed furiously once more, before very quietly asking Cas to unlock the handcuffs. While Cas stumbled out of bed and fumbled with the key, Dean heard his baby brother in the room next door, violently splashing running water on his face, and mumbling very quietly.
Dean could still hear Sam perfectly though.
"So... naked."
*
"I mean if we can't talk about it, we shouldn't be doing it, right?" Jody said, after the uncomfortable topic of Sex As A Teenager ™ was avoided for the first few minutes of the drive to the Sioux Falls schools. When Jody initially arrived in the Sheriff Department's truck to pick Cas, Sam and Dean up for school, she immediately made the air between the boys more awkward by promptly saying, "Sex as a teenager, am I right?"
Now, driving, and happily yapping about exploring kinks and props, Jody made the air in the car more tense. "You know Sammy, one day, you will also find a lovely girl, or boy-" Jody said, looking at a madly-blushing Cas, "-and want to do the no-pants-dance with them" She finished, laughing slightly. " Maybe you'd also want to use some dancing props, or-"
"So... naked." Was all Sam said.
Dean and Cas couldn't be happier to arrive at Sioux Falls Middle School, and drop Sam off. Sam didn't look Dean or Cas in the eyes when he said goodbye. The air in the car was more tense as Jody went more in depth with the topic of protection and penetration when Sam was gone. Cas became acutely aware of the fact that he was wearing Dean's clothes, and that his jeans were hugging his ass a little too tightly. Dean scratched the back of his neck raw until they finally arrived at Sioux Falls High, and swiftly pulled Cas out of the truck. Not without Jody yelling one last embarrassing thing at the boys, and everyone outside stopping to stare.
"And suit-up, everytime! You're more likely to get STD's because you both have penises!"
The entire school froze.
"God Aunt Jody it's like a fucking amphitheater out here!" Dean hissed back. And after the whole talk in the car, Jody still had the audacity to 'tsk-tsk' at Dean and say, "Language."
Dean slammed the car door shut, and watched Jody drive off. Cas stood silently by his side.
"So..." Cas said, once she was out of sight.
"Why are you such a heavy sleeper Cas, Goddamnit! " Dean said, raising his arms up in defeat agitatedly, "I didnt get to drive Baby!"
"Well at least you got to ride this Baby" Cas replied, indicating to himself with two thumbs. Dean just rolled his eyes.
"Whoops" was all Cas said before slamming Dean into the nearest car and pressing his lips softly against his boyfriend's. Dean pulled back. "Not now Cas" Dean said before Cas placed a kiss on his jawline. "I'm-" Cas kissed him again, "-still-", another kiss, "-mad at you" Dean managed to spew out, before Cas promptly kissed him again.
"Are you sure about that?" Cas asked seductively, leaning against the car door, before he kissed Dean again. "Cas-" Dean started, until he saw his massive, adorable, deep-ocean puppy dog eyes. "Ugh fine" Dean said, reluctantly kissing him. Cas grinned as he pushed Dean harder against the car door.
"You're lucky you're cute."
The car alarm had to go off for them to finally pry their hands off of each other.
*
Dean's first period was AP English, mind you, he was actually intelligent, unlike 80% of the football team. He remembered how he met Cas, in Maths Freshman Year, as he needed a tutor. Cas had quickly figured out that Dean didn't need a tutor, but rather someone to force him to do his homework. On his eigth lesson with Cas, they had argued over simultaneous equations before somehow ending up furiously making out on Dean's bed for an hour.
Dean grinned at the memory, as he took a seat behind an unfamiliar face. He figured it was a new kid, but even then, arriving mid-semester was strange. That's when Mr. Metatron walked in.
"Morning class" He said, shooting Dean a look when he didn't respond with the chorus of "Morning Mr. Metatron"
Mr. Metatron sighed and prepared himself for a witty comment from Dean. Dean was his best student, even if he mercilessly tortured Mr. Metatron in class. Mr. Metatron, acutely aware of Dean's behaviour since the first day of sophomore year, searched for any opportunity for his grades to slip up. Only, they never did.
"Good morning, Mr. Winchester"
"Morning Marv" Dean replied, grinning. Mr. Metatron visibly winced at the name as the entire class erupted into laughter, including the mysterious new boy, in front of Dean.
Mr. Metatron, regaining his composure, glared at Dean, before shaking his head and taking register. At the end of it, he forced a smile onto his fat face and smoothed back his greying hair, introducing the boy in front of Dean as Chevrolet. Dean thought that was incredibly strange, as the pride and joy of his life, his Baby, was a 1967 Chevrolet Impala itself.
He was about to chuckle at the boy's name when the boy stood up, timidly waving at the class, and his breath caught in his throat. When Dean entered the class, he could tell the boy had well-gelled black hair, was wearing a leather jacket, and an ACDC shirt that practically warranted respect from Dean. But now that he was standing, Dean could also see that he was wearing a pair of ass-hugging black jeans that looked great on him,and had a well-defined jawline with the most startling aqua eyes Dean had ever seen. All complemented by a beautifully tan complexion and lean build.
Dean mentally slapped himself. He had a boyfriend. He couldn't possibly be crushing on him.
Then Chevrolet's eyes were on him when he sat down, and Dean couldn't breathe. Mr. Metatron had started the lesson already, but Dean was barely keeping the forming bulge in his trousers under control for the most part of it, as midway through the lesson, Chevrolet leaned back in his chair and asked Dean "See something you like?". Chevrolet was giving Mr. Metatron a chance to see Dean's grades slipping, because hot damn.
Towards the end of the lesson, being the strange and backward man that he is, Mr. Metatron had called Chevrolet up only then to properly introduce himself. Chevrolet was politely telling the class about his love of cars and classic rock, making eye contact with Dean for the most of it.
"If you don't want to call me Chevrolet, you can call me Chev or Chevvy. But you-" Chevrolet said, intensely staring at Dean then. In an almost intimate whisper, he added:
"You must call me Baby."