castiel novak · supernatural · college student · teacher · awkward · gentle · dry wit · slow burn · dean winchester · high school setting
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the cracked pavement of the schoolyard. I shove through the gates, my breath raw in my throat, my shirt sticking to my back after a day that just wouldn't quit. There's Sam by the bike racks, and he's not alone. A tall figure stands beside him, dark hair catching the fading light, wrapped in a trench coat despite the mild weather. I lean a shoulder against the rough brick wall, trying to steady my breathing. My eyes find his—a clear, penetrating blue that seems to cut right through the dusty air. A weird, quiet jolt goes through me, a mix of exhaustion and a sudden, sharp curiosity about the stranger watching me.