Enemies Closer

almaasi:

Dean/Cas middle-school teacher AU. (5.2k)

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Dean had never keyed anyone’s car before. He cared too much about cars.

But this? This was a whole different kind of circumstance. Keying a car was about as close as Dean was ever going to get to retaliation without endangering himself or his job.

By the time he’d left the staff meeting, he had nothing but a head full of angry questions and half-formed insults echoing in his skull. He trotted down the staircase, hand skimming down the banister – which was cut and carved with middle schoolers’ names. The carving started as pure vandalism but had been promoted to tradition when nobody fixed it, and five hundred other people joined in. By the time Dean left the school building and stepped into the watery autumn sunshine, he let out a clouded breath, and with his mind made up, he marched towards the staff parking lot.

He looked around to find the guy’s car.

That had to be it, right? Golden Lincoln Continental? That dickwad bragged about having a nice car, and besides Dean’s own ‘67 Chevy Impala, this was the only other nice one here.

Gritting his teeth, Dean made his way over, fighting with his pocket to drag out his keys. He went up to the car’s left doors, where there was more room to move and his ass wouldn’t hit the pickup truck on the other side.

Dean look a quick scan of the area. Defrosted soccer field on the left, empty. Stone school building ahead, washed with golden afternoon light, reflecting pale on the windows. The faint smell of Tater Tots and boiled carrots wafted over from the steamy kitchens, lingering from lunch.

Dean took a breath and crouched, then emptied his lungs. “Sorry, girl,” he whispered to the car, and began to scrape.

He had to press harder than a touch, and it wounded him, made him squirm as the gold paint came off.

He started with one vertical line under the wing mirror, and wondered if that was enough.

No! He had to get the point across. So he kept going.

Twelve seconds later, a shadow moved into his sunbeam. “What are you doing to my car!” the silhouette demanded.

Dean gasped, standing straight, hands up. “Nothing! Wasn’t!” He glanced at his hand, then tossed his keys away, and they jangled onto the tarmac near the next car along.

The shadow came forward, and his dark hair split the sunlight, stern blue eyes and furiously flat mouth. “I saw you.”

Dean started to pant. “Wait. You’re not— Is this your car? This is— Ahhh, shit.” He let his hands down, one covering his mouth as he gazed at the scratches in the paint. “I got the wrong car.”

The man hugged an empty cardboard box to his side, looking disgruntled. “Aren’t you the student counsellor? Winchester?”

“Dean, yeah.” Dean breathed out, trying to grin, but grimacing. “You’re the, uh, science gay? Guy! Science lab guy. Right?”

“Castiel,” Castiel said, eyes narrowed. “And yes, I am gay, but that’s hardly any of your business.”

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