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      Published: 2017-04-11 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2239
****** Feathery Touches on my Guitar ******
by ImpalaChevy67
Summary
     Dean has spent his last few months lost in his infatuation with this
     Angel, the frontman of a teen band. Since he has never seen the
     artist's face, he has fallen head over heels for his divine voice.
     What will happen when he suddenly bumps on someone at school? And who
     does he have to kill for making his Angel hurt himself? Will he make
     a fallen Angel trust in humans again?
***** Prologue *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
...They are not white...
...As many people like to think...
...They are not golden...
...And nor are they extravagant...
...An Angel's wings are naught but...
 ...Black...
My hand moved faster at the sound of that raspy, gravelly voice. I was
pathetic. I had been reduced to jerking off just at hearing that voice and the
sweetspots of the artist's guitar.
I had never seen his face, no fan had. The singer of the teen band Demonic
Angels insisted on wearing a mask to hide his face. Which had only made me more
sensitive to that goddamn voice.
...And Angel wings could not be gold...
 ...As they're not precious to their God...
I let a gasp out as my wrist twisted at the base and I imagined that voice
saying my name.
...What better colour to present...
...This loss of faith and clear despair...
No Busty Asian Beauty had ever aroused me so much.
...This broken mask...
I breathed heavily and picked up the pace.
...And dried up gland...
I was close, very close. All I needed was the guitar riff that I knew was
coming. And it wasn't the only thing 'coming' either. Soon..
...Than beautiful old broken...
I closed my eyes tight and threw my head back, arching my body completely.
...BLACK!
Aaaand... I was done. The white liquid shot up and my hand ended up pumping
softly and slowly until my dick got soft. I panted and sighed, wiping the sweat
from my face with my free hand.
It had become a habit, a need even, to get off at the singer. I did it as much
as I could and didn't regret any of it. Not one second. I was a fan, only I was
fanboying in a different way.
Chapter End Notes
     Yours truly, ImpalaChevy67
***** Just you wait *****
Chapter Summary
     My Angel...
Chapter Notes
     Don't bother searching for the lyrics online, you won't find them.
     They're from my own personal poems. Enjoy :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
I readjusted my earphones as I walked in the school corridor that led to my
locker, synchronizing my pace to the beat.
Ah, Monday. First day of the week. Right now, first day of the month. Not to
forget, first day of the second trimester. Fuck my life.
The only thing keeping me sane here is my favourite music. My singer and his
deep, raspy voice, singing rock songs about Angels Demons, Gods and Devils. My
Angel. Isn't it cute that his stage name is Angel? Isn't it awful that I have
no idea what his real name is?
Okay, okay, I know it's creepy. But I don't do anything extreme like search for
his address or follow him around. He probably lives too far away anyway.
Why would he live in Lawrence, Kansas? We aren't the right city to support an
up-coming, young artist like Angel. He's probably better off at N. York. Or DC.
Or Vegas. Or wherever the Hell he is, that is.
Suddenly, I was knocked over by someone and I fell on my admitted hot ass. What
the fuck? What asshole dared bumb into me with a freaking skateboard and fell
on top of me like we're playing in a shallow chick flick? What jackass~?
Blue. All I could see was blue. I'm pretty sure it's illegal to have eyes that
blue. I just then realized that the cord of my earplugs had been unplugged from
my phone because of the force of the fall. The deep voice echoed in the hall as
the music kept on playing from my cellphone.
It was a boy who had fell on me. His cerulean eyes widened a fraction and he
shot a glance towards my emerald ones after looking briefly at my phone. Why
did he seem so taken aback by my choice of music? All I knew was that I needed
to get up and away from those blue eyes at once or I'd be totally gone. They
were so strangely alluring.
"Dude, watch where you're going!"
...I tripped and fell...
He looked so panicked that I almost felt sorry for snapping at him.
"Uhm... Sorry?"
Well, I'll be damned. I know that gravel better than my own voice. My body
seemed to be reacting to the sound and my cheeks flushed with embarrassement,
as if the guy knew what purposes his voice had been used for.
...Blood on the ground...
"Dude, you're~!"
"No! I'm not! You're mistaken! I'm not me!"
I would have laughed at his adorable dorkiness had the shock not caught up to
was so surreal! This was so crazy! Crazy?! This had passed crazy three
thresholds ago!
...My eyes were closed...
"You're the dude from my favourite band. You're Angel! You're my Angel! You're
my idol! Oh. My God!"
...Forever...
"Please don't~"
"OH! MY! GOD!"
"Shout..."
...Yet I had hope...
I slapped my hands over my mouth and looked at my idol. Only one word
registered in my mind: gorgeous.
I had, and with good reason and justification, assumed that he looked funny. I
mean, I thought why else would he choose to obscure his face? But, what can I
say? I'm not the brightest bulb in the box.
In my frenzied infatuation with Angel, I couldn't seem to understand that being
the frontman of a teen band had its dangers. How stupid could I be not to think
that he went to school and people would recognize him. And he wouldn't want to
be recognized by a bunch of horny teenagers who beat off to deep voices.
*cough* me *cough*
But does that mean he goes to my school and lives here?! Do we have classes
together?! I sure hope so... Imagine hearing that voice every single day...
Only when I heard the school bell did I return to reality and realize that he
was about to run away. I was so not going to let that happen and waste the
opportunity...
"Hey, hey, wait! I didn't mean to freak you out, I'm a fan. But... you already
knew that... Are you new here?!"
The guy looked like a deer caught in headlights. Well, that's strange...
abstruse. How can an artist as popular as him, with a fanbase as wide as that,
be so shy? His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a very nice and cute contrast to
his pale complexion.
"Y-Yes, I just moved here... I'm a junior..."
Awesome! I must admit that the voice (don't get hard, Dean, just don't) and the
timid behaviour don't seem to match but I'll be damned if it isn't hot.
...The days were long...
"Let me see your schedule! We might be in the same lessons!"
...Singing a song, alone once more...
"Please, just let me go, I don't mean any trouble..."
...A miracle's all I can hope for...
"I just want to know what classes you're in. C'mon, give it to me, your
timetable!"
He flinched when my voice got louder and I seriously couldn't unbderstand the
reaction. I mean, okay, I may have been a tad bit over excited but, hey, no
reason to be afraid. I honestly adore the guy!
I hastily remember that he was still on top of me (bad, Dean, bad) and I pushed
a hand gentlyon his torso to remove his lithe form from my body. FYI, no, I was
not just searching for an opportunity to touch him, pervs.
...Waiting for a...
When Angel understood what position he was still in, he hurried to get up and
my body missed the warmth. He quickly grabbed his skateboard and his backpack
and almost managed to flee before I gripped his arm tightly and spinned him
around to face me after I myself had gotten up as well.
...MIRACLE!
Just as the song ended with Angel humming softly and gently into the
microphone, as if whispering to a lover, I demanded his schedule again in a
stern voice.
"Just give me the damn schedule already!"
The strong but clear authoritative tone seemed to have effect since, after
getting over the initial shock and panic, he fumbled with his bag until he
pulled out a yellow-coloured sheet that presented all his classes in different
colour each.
A grin from one ear to another spread all across my face because, damn, I was
lucky. We had all our classes together to a T. Super!
"We have class together, let's go!"
I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me, heading to the classroom. I was
touching my idol! I was holding his pale, slender hand in my own! I wondered,
for a moment, when I'd wake up. Hmm, probably after the sex... It had to be a
sex dream, no? Oh, my fucking mind painting seas in angelic faces...
Anyway, I remebered the music pouring out from my mobile and turned it off just
as the next song by Angel was starting.
When we reached the right door, I opened it with confidence, dragging him
behind me.
The mathematician, Chuck, looked at me knowingly before noticing Angel behind
me.
"Not only are you late again, Dean, but you also delay our brand new student.
Now you've interrupted my lesson."
"Aren't you bored of having this conversation every time, Chuck?"
I pulled Angel over to my seat and made him sit next to me.
And o-kay, maybe I was being too creepy and overexcited and maybe, just maybe,
I was being forceful but I couldn't help it. Now that he was there, I wasn't
going to let him go that easily.
"If you'll allow me, mr Winchester, I'd like to introduce our new student to
the rest of the class. See, not everyone is as well acquainted with him as
yourself."
I ignored the comment and only focused on the good thing. I was finally going
yo learn his name!
"Of course." I said and let go of his arm.
He timidly got up and walked over to Chuck. Angel turned and looked at the
class, cheeks flushed and eyes widened in an almost comical manner. Adorable.
"Tell the class your name, son."
"C-Castiel Novak, sir."
Castiel? What a weird name... It doesn't matter though because it's a perfect
match. Nothing more common would ever be enough for Angel.
"D'you want to tell us something about yourself, boy?"
Please do!
"I-uh... I'm really shy so can I please back to my seat?"
A couple of exclamations of 'cute!' and 'adorable!' could be heard as well as
some whispered 'hot' and 'sexy'. Whores.... Anyhow, he sat back down next to
me.
Castiel Novak. Castiel Novak. Why did 'Novak' sound familiar? Novak. I couldn't
remember it at all. Novak. Nothing. Nada.
Chuck started teaching again and, if I want to be honest, I didn't hear a word
he said. I spent most period staring at Angel. No! Castiel. I have to start
thinkng with his name.
He, on the other hand, was completely focused on his notes. Fucking nerd, I'm
telling you. Cute. Oh-so-very cute.
It was no surprise to see that he was left handed. Nothing mainstream like
being right-handed would suffice for someone as extraordinary as Angel. Dammit,
Castiel!
He didn't say a word for a while. I didn't either. Every now and then, I'd see
him shooting a glance at me and blushing immediately after. I had to bite my
lip to keep from squealing. Very man-fucking-ly, Dean, keep it up.
I also took my time looking at his clothes. I can't say I was surprised when I
noticed he was wearing tight, ripped jeans that hung low on his hips. However,
I certainly didn't expect the white sewater hugging his lithe torso beautifully
or the pair of all-stars that covered his feet. I was expecting a darker and
more mysterious look, I must admit. All inall, he was sexy and cute, pretty and
beautiful, but also handsome when you saw his messy sex-hair that screamed 'I
just got out of bed but fuck you, it's not your business'. When you looked at
his bluer than blue eyes, however, he was simply perfect.
Then, I noticed something very off about him. The bandages on his forearms. The
hell? What had happened to him? I slowly and carefully lifted his sleeve to
catch a glimpse of it.
Castiel yelped and pulled his hand back abruptly, looking startled. He almost
looked... offended, insulted.
But, however quick he was, I had seen something I didn't like one bit. The
bandage did not extend up to his elbow, as I had at first thought, but reached
only half-way up his forearm, mostly cavering his wrist. But, why?
I grabbed his hand and forced it back in front of me to inspect it. It looked
awfully like...
"Unhand me!"
Wow... He can give orders and, God help me, that voice should be illegal. Alas,
I shall not fall victim to the sexiness of the sound and foresake the bandages.
Even though my grip faltered for a split second, I didn't let go.
"What are these?"
"What, these? Oh, these are... not your business!"
Sassy, I think I like it. Dammit, Dean, not the right time!
"Tell me!"
He violently pulled his hand back, scratching mine in the process. A few
droplets of blood dripped on my desk and I groaned low in my throatbecause of
the lingering pain. He shot me an apologetic but nonetheless cold look and
returned to his work.
Suddenly, a smirk spread across my face. Fine, then. I'll find out on my own.
I'll get to know him. I won't give up but I will not hurt him either.
Castiel Novak, Angel, just you wait.
Chapter End Notes
     Yours truly, ImpalaChevy67
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