Angels and AC/DC

AU Its Dean and Castiel's senior year of high school, They know of each other but are not close friends. Dean is one of the Jock's while Cas is in the nerd cliché. Rated M just for shits and Giggles

This is my First story ever so ya. Be gentle and Thanks for reading it, ill try and update it every week or so, but have no idea when cause i have finals coming up so ya.

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Booze and Early mornings ( chapter 1)

Dean was never much of a lover. Towards any of his girlfriends ( which there were many), it was hard to muster up much more than the occasional flirting. Since it was high school, not many people were expected to have developed those feelings towards another person. Not to say that he hasn't felt love before, he loved his brother to death. He would never let anything happen to his little Sasquatch of a brother.

He has always loved his brother, ever since the house fire where he lost his mother at the age of 4. Since that night, Dean has felt like he has to protect his brother even at the cost of his own. He felt even more compelled to protect his brother since their father was so distant from them. After the accident, there father started to drink, and when their father was drunk, he lost his speech filter and all sorts of evil things flew out of his mouth.

Dean could remember the last time they had saw their father, he was completely drunk off his ass and said some horrible things to Sam.

"The fire was all ur fault" Their father slurred, not aiming to destroy Sam's self-confidence, just trying to speak his mind.

"No, it wasn't" was all Sam could muster before he had to leave the room, tears streaming down his face.

Before John could say anything, Dean's fist struck him in the face so heard he fell to the ground with a hard thud. Dean standing over him with the fury of a demon in his eyes, all that hatred aimed right towards his plastered, sad excuse of a father.

Rather than John getting up, he just collapsed on the floor before passing out from the booze, waiting for the world to go blank like it usually does when he drinks a half a fifth of Vodka.

At the sight of his father just passing out infuriated Dean further, but decided to ignore the fact due to his brother sobbing by himself. He rushed out to comfort his brother who could hardly control his breathing, or anything for that matter.

As Dean sat down next to Sam, not knowing what to say, he just came up with the first thing that came to his mind.

"Dad's just drunk you know he didn't mean that!" Dean stated trying to hold back tears at the sight of his brother so upset.

" He did though Dean. I know that it can't possibly be my fault since I was only 6 months old, but the way he said it, It just…" Unable to finish as a new stream of tears rolled out of his eyes.

Dean unable to fight it anymore as a tear slowly leaked from his eye. " Sam, you know that I would never let anyone ever hurt you, even if that means we need to not see dad for a while." Dean stated calmly trying to think of what he was going to do now.

Sam and Dean sat there for hours, just comforting each other. Eventually unable to stand the sound of their father snoring in his drunken stupor, they walk out the door, into Dean's 67' Impala and never looked back.

The next morning Dean and Sam called up the only person they knew who could help them. Ellen had been a family friend for years. Hell she was even their when Sam was born. If anyone knew what to do, it was Ellen.

Dean tediously dialed her number, thinking if there was anyone else to call if Ellen couldn't pull through, not noticing when a voice on the other.

" Dean? It's good to hear from ya boy! You don't call enough" She exclaimed happily, trying to contain her excitement at the fact that Dean and Sam were like her own children. She loved them like she loved them like she loved her own daughter Jo.

" Hey Ellen, I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch. It's been really hectic with Sammy starting high school soon and trying to get everything set up." He tried to keep his voice steady, not to alert that something was horribly wrong. He knew that Ellen would pick up on it immediately anyway.

" What's wrong Deanie? Has something happened to Sam?" Dean cringed at the nickname Ellen had given him when he was only 3.

" No, Sam is fine. It's Dad. He said some horrible things to Sammy last night in a drunken rage, and I kind of punched him in the face…. I just don't know what to do. I know that we can't go back there, and we don't know what to do." Dean tried to keep his composure so as not to wake Sam who was asleep in the back seat of the Impala.

"Dean…" she stammered trying to think of some way to fix this" Why don't you and Sam come live with me and Jo till we sort this whole mess out" She said as caring and lovingly as possible, while actually thinking about what a menace it could be with two teenage boys living in her house.

After a long pause she thought that Dean might have hung up the phone, until she heard the voice over the phone just blankly say " Alright Ellen, We will be there in a hour….Thank you." Was all Dean could muster before he hung up the phone.

And ever since that day they had been living with Ellen and Jo, Dean working half time at the bar that Ellen owned just doing mundane tasks to earn a bit of money. Dean enjoyed living with Ellen and Jo, they had always been like a second family to Dean and Sam. Though Jo had her moments when Dean though he was going to rip his hair out at how annoying she could be, he still loved her like the sister he never had.

But today, Jo was being more annoying than usual, because today was the start of her and Dean's senior year and Sam's freshman year. She was rushing around the house like a maniac, constantly yelling for someone. "MOM, Have you seen my makeup bag?" "DEAN, Get the hell out of the bathroom I need to do my hair!" "SAM , Grab my backpack for me!" Dean had just about had enough when Ellen exclaimed they had 10 minutes or she would leave them behind. Thanking whatever was out there, that Jo had finally calmed down as she walked to her mom's car while Sam and Dean hopped into the Impala.

"Are you ready for your first day of High School Sammy?" Dean asked, using Sam's nickname knowing that same would hate it.

" Don't call me that, and I guess so" Sam stated blankly.

"Why are you afraid I'm gonna embarrass you in front of your friends?" Dean said with a sarcastic tone.

" Not that you haven't a hundred times already. I guess I'm just nervous and all taking so many AP classes this year." Sam was the smartest person Dean knew. Sam spent hours with his nose in the books, he was a straight A student, and Dean couldn't have been prouder of the freakishly tall brother sitting next to him.

"Whatever bitch, just relax and enjoy the ride" Dean stated calmly trying to make his brother loosen up.

"Jerk" Sam muttered.

They arrived at school with 20 minutes before the first bell rang, because Sam wanted to catch up with his friends, missing them over summer break. Dean could care less; the only thought running through his mind was that he needed some coffee to deal with these early mornings.

Dean trudged onward, towards the school, knowing that today was going to suck.