None of the other kids really liked him all too much.
“So are you like a mime or something?”
“… and why do you always stare like that? Am I gonna catch some weird foreign disease from all of your staring?”
“Nobody likes the French.”
“What the hell kinda name is that?”
“Can’t you just do my homework for me? I’ll pay you in PB&J!”
Their teacher, Miss Mills, looks less than thrilled by the kid too, but then again, she looks pissed off at just about everyone at Lawrence Elementary. Maybe it was because they were all scheduled to go on for engineering and sciences; maybe it was because they were all snot-nosed brats. Excepting Dean, of course; he was a perfect angel.
She rolls her eyes and tries to divert the jeers and insults from the new boy, standing with his books clutched tight to his chest and pink on his cheeks. It didn’t help that he dressed like someone out of the Victorian era; he was wearing honest to God breaches with a little bow tie and a pocket watch to boot. The minute he spoke, “I Castiel,” on the first day of school, nearly two months ago, the entire classroom burst into hysterics, Dean included but not to be mean. He felt bad for the kid; no one should cry on their first day, and he spent the rest of the day trying to cheer him up by asking him dumb questions about baguettes and the Eiffel Tower and slightly less dumb questions about the countryside.
Care for no one but the offspring of your might, run from the one who comes to find you, wait for the night that comes to h i d e.
Multifandom Challenge (10 of 50) Female Characters » Pamela Barnes
Sam, is that you? Oh. Know how I can tell? That perky little ass of yours! You could bounce a nickel off that thing.
CAN YOU GUYS JUST LOOK AT DEAN’S EYES
watch the eyes
YES THIS THIS SCENE WHAT THE HELL DEAN WHAT THE HELL?