A friend is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be. ~Douglas Pagels
The fantastic art and this AU were created by the lovely Chelsey
“Dean, what happened to your locker?!” Dean turned, seeing Charlie run up to him. Cas took a step back, averting his eyes. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail, eyes wide and excited, which was weird. Perhaps she had a strange sense of humor, Cas decided. It wasn’t like it was her fault anyways.
“Raphael and his cronies got to it.” Dean shrugged and tightened his grip on Cas’s hand. He felt Cas hesitantly squeeze his hand back, obviously still feeling guilty over supposedly causing it in the first place.
“Dude, it looks amazing!” Charlie shouted, throwing out her arms in one giant expansive motion and drawing the eyes of another couple walking down the hall. It was after school so almost everyone had deserted the halls, but Cas didn’t have practice for another hour and Dean didn’t have to pick up Sam for another two. Another “school project” with Jess.
“Huh?” Cas and Dean both drew to a complete stop, looking at her. Her arms were flailing as she failed to keep her excitement in.
“The detailing on it is awesome! I don’t get what you mean by vandalism! It’s so great!” And then Dean and Cas were running towards Dean’s locker, Charlie struggling to keep up. The sight that greeted them was not what they had expected to see.
Dean’s locker was mostly black now, a stark comparison to the bland grey of the surrounding lockers. But then there was the license plate up along the right side with the tail lights and everything. Someone had turned his locker into the back of his Impala, his baby. They’d even gotten the slight glint of the lights right and the sleek look it had right after it’d been polished.
“But who fixed it?” Cas asked, not even daring to put a finger against the locker for fear that the paint might be still drying. He couldn’t ruin it.
“Chuck. Had to be Chuck. Looks like our resident artist really came to the rescue. He’s really outdone himself this time.” Dean answered, glancing at Cas and Charlie.
“Cas, your locker.” Cas’s eyes leapt towards Dean’s, widening as he realized the implications. While he hadn’t known Dean’s friends for long, he’d quickly fallen in with them. Would Chuck really have done that for him?
—-
“Hey, guys!” Dean shouted, dragging Cas towards his friends. They were sitting outside, huddled together in a mountain of college sweatshirts and scarves. “Look who I brought for lunch!”
“Oh my God! You finally got the nerve to talk to him! I mean, I heard about what happened but I never even imagined!” Jo shouted, getting up out of her chair. Cas froze as the blonde girl bounced up to him. “You have to understand, he’s been pining away about “that cute quarterback with the nice ass” for the last two years. We thought he’d never shut up.”
“Hey!”
Jo simply smiled in response to Dean’s apparent humiliation. “You know it’s true, Dean. I’m Jo Harvelle, by the way,” she said, sticking out her hand. Cas shook it, giving his own dazed smile. “The losers over there are Chuck, Charlie, and Ash. Chuck’s draws comics. He doubles as a writer and an artist and he’s damn good at both. Charlie and Ash are computer nerds, both freak whiz kids. They’re eccentric, but they’re both pretty cool once you get past the constant references.” The three mentioned teens held up their hands in tired greeting before going back to their conversation on what sounded like Star Trek.
“And what about you?” Cas asked, raising a single eyebrow.
“She gets the booze,” Dean joked, earning him a whack on the arm.
“Me? I keep these idiots out of trouble, most often Dean, and I’m pretty handy with a wrench.” She smiled, brushing a blond lock of hair out of her face. Dean made a face, but eventually just gave up trying to fight her constant teasing. He was distracted by something else after all.
“Dude, you did not just say that Pine made a better Kirk than Shatner!” Dean yelled, moving into the conversation. Cas smiled lightly, content as he watched the four bicker over actors.
“Thank you,” Jo said lowly, drawing Cas’s attention. “You didn’t have to stick up for Dean. Sure would have been a hell of a lot easier for you if you hadn’t. But you did. And we appreciate that.” Jo was watching the others and Cas got the distinct impression that she was always looking to protect them.
“I’ll always stick up for Dean,” Cas promised, sticking Jo with one of the most intense gazes she’d ever received. She smiled warmly, making motions for him to sit down with the group.
“Good, because if you hurt him, they’ll never find your body.”
Castiel decided that he quite liked Jo Harvelle.
—-
They’d been standing there for a few minutes, staring at it.
“No offense, Dean. I like Cas’s better,” Charlie finally said, still unable to stop looking at it. Dean nodded, smiling.
On Castiel’s locker was minimalistic, a pair of black angel wings on a blue background that matched his eyes perfectly. But the detailing on the wings was beautiful, something that looked like it had taken hours of effort. Every feather was individually painted, glossy and strong.
“So…how do we explain this to the school?” Charlie finally asked.
Cas had never laughed so hard.
The city council would like to remind you about the Tiered Heavens, and the Hierarchy of Angels. The reminder is that you should not know anything about this.
Rachele’s commission finished, minus a few touch-ups (@´ω｀@)
(Source: wifihunters)
There is a star and a child. There is also an angel and his hunter. It is all a very complicated story. ★
(Source: achillestiel)
