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icecream-and-gadreel · 7 years

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Pledge Pt. 1

Story Summary: It began as an attempt to keep Kevin safe. You barged into his fraternity and intimidated everyone in sight, looking for that bastard Sam Winchester. You're quickly distracted from the main mission when a pair of blue eyes and a soft smile catches your attention.

Chapter Summary: You're on a mission: Kick Sam Winchester's ass. Sadly, his frat brothers won't tell you where he is.

Pairing: Frat boy!Castielxreader, Frat boy!Kevin tran

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, smoking, mention of weed, mention of hazing. WARNING: Sam's a scadouche in this fic, my bad g.

Word count: 1800+

A/N: IT WAS A ONE SHOT I PROMISE I'UNNO WHAT HAPPENED *sobs softly* (It'll be three chapters, tops!) Tags at the bottom!

Kevin shifts awkwardly as you knock on the door, shooting you a concerned look. “It's not that serious –”

“No no no, it's that serious to me,” you say, resisting the urge to grab Kevin's hand in yours. A tall, brown-eyed boy wearing a snapback hat and a Bob Marley sweater cracks open the door, a puff of smoke wafting out as he does. With a lazy smile, he waves a blunt at you, flinching as you point an accusing finger at him.

“The baby's not mine, condom squad,” he says, glancing down. Frowning, you shake your head.

“Are you Sam Winchester?” you growl, gaining a groan from Kevin.

“No, but close. I'm Gunner Lawless, eldest of the Lawless men.” He bangs on his chest, letting out a high pitched scream that makes you flinch back. Pausing, Gunner scratches his head. “Well, like, besides my dad and shit.”

“Show me Sam,” you say. Gunner glances between you and Kevin, drawing his eyebrows together.

“Pledge Kev, tell your girlfriend to chill –”

“NOW,” you snap, making both men flinch.

“What's the problem here?” a rasping voice says from inside. You push past Gunner, dragging Kevin along with you. A blue eyed man puts out a cigarette in an ashtray, tossing it to the side with a smirk. “She's cute pledge Kev,” he says, slicking a hand through his hair. You scrunch your nose at the compliment, staring around the house. It wreaks of sweat and bad decisions; you can tell that many mistakes have been made by the stains on the floor alone. The blue eyed man clears his throat, extending his hand. “I'm Castiel, call me Cas –”

“I'll call you unconscious if you don't show me where Sam is,” you growl, gaining a taken aback look from Castiel. Huffing, you pull Kevin forward, yanking up his sleeve and revealing cigarette burns. The blue-eyed man steps forward, his eyebrows flinching up. His face is blank, but his eyes shift wildly.

“He's pledging,” he says nonchalantly as he turns his gaze to you. “We always asked before we did anything,” he adds.

“You think he wanted this?” you growl, resting your hands on your hips.

“I go by what he told me,” Castiel says, shrugging. “If he said no, we stopped. If he said yes, we kept going. Mama raised good boys.”

“He said yes because he wants to join this place,” you growl, poking Castiel's chest. He smiles in return, tilting his head. “Why the hell did you burn him –”

“I didn't, Sam did,” Castiel says, nodding to Kevin. “The only hazing I do is of the verbal sort,” he says. You turn to Kevin before turning your attention back to Castiel.

“Where's Sam?” you ask.

“Away.”

“When's he coming back?”

“Eventually,” Castiel grumbles, meeting your glare with a blank stare. “Maybe you and your babysitter should get going –”

“I'm gonna kick your ass,” you say, rolling your sleeves up. Castiel frowns, leaning away as you ball your fists. “Come on motherfucker,” you hiss.

“Y/N,” Kevin says, gripping your arm and urging you away.

“This prick –” You point to Castiel – “Along with every other prick in this building deserves it!” you hiss, shaking out of his grasp. As if on cue, frat boys begin filing down the stairs, murmuring amongst themselves and surrounding you and Castiel. Kevin swipes a hand over his face, letting out a deep sigh.

“Pledge Kev,” Gunner grunts as he pushes between you and Castiel. “Tell this bitch what you told us –”

“'This bitch' has a name,” you cut in, turning your burning gaze to Gunner. “If you keep ignoring it, 'this bitch' is gonna snap.”

“Try me,” he growls, cracking his neck.

“Now now.” Castiel clasps his hands together, gaining the attention of the room. “We're all going to calm the fuck down,” he says, gesturing around. “You're bringing bad energy into my domain. If you want smoke, take that shit outside,” he adds, his eyes locked on you. You snarl in return, pointing to Kevin.

“I see another scratch on him, I'm fucking you up.” You head for the door, pausing in your tracks and looking over your shoulder. “And I'm still fucking Sam up.”

–

“Just give it up already,” Kevin groans on the other line. You ignore his words, watching as Gunner walks into the frat house. You've been watching these assholes for a week now, but there's still no sign of Sam...you think. No body calls his name; everyone either goes by 'bro' or 'pledge'. It doesn't help that Kevin refuses to tell you what he looks like. “...a real member.”

Kevin's voice cuts into your thoughts. “Repeat that?” you ask, perking up when you see a long haired man jogging up to the house. Nah, couldn't be him.

“I said after tonight I'm a real member,” he repeats, a chuckle in his throat.

“You better not turn into a douche,” you whisper, squeaking as a hand lands on your shoulder. Craning your head up, you're met with blue eyes and a wide smile.

“Having fun out here?” Castiel asks. You quickly hang up your phone, shaking away from his grasp. “I'm curious.” He offers you his hand, smiling. When you don't move, he pulls back, narrowing his eyes. “What's your plan after you 'kick his ass'?”

“Go home, nurse my knuckles,” you say, standing to your feet. As you try to pass him, he steps in your way, smiling at your annoyed face. "Move." You try to side-step him once more, but he stays in your way. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“It actually has everything to do with me.”

“Yeah? How do you figure?” you ask. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, his face blank as he turns his eyes to the frat house.

“Anyone who stays in that house is my brother.” He pauses, turning his eyes back to you. “And I'm serious about my family.”

“You can get your ass whooped too, if you want.”

“Y/N.”

“Castiel,” you retort. He leans forward, licking his lips. You return his look with a challenging gaze, taking a step forward. “You tryna scare me?” you whisper. He shakes his head silently. You're standing so close that you can feel his breaths, but you're not letting that deter you. Finally, after moments of thick silence, he speaks.

“I'm handling it,” he says. You frown, gaining a smile from him. “Sam's getting taken care of, believe me.”

“...Why?” you mumble, taking a step back. He takes a step forward, shrugging.

“Just because I won't let you hurt him, doesn't mean I liked what he did.” Castiel scratches his arm, smirking. “Plus I think you're whole 'baddest bitch in the land' routine is pretty cute,” he cooes as he brushes past you. Your stomach flips, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“What did I say about calling me a bitch?” you yell after him, gaining silence in return. Huffing, you go back to your place in the grass, searching around. How the hell did he sneak up on you in the first place? The smell of his cologne still lingers in the air. “Fuckin' weirdo,” you grumble.

…..

After an hour of scrolling through Tumblr – and watching the frat house like a hawk – you decide it's time to get back to your dorm room. You hiss as you stand to your feet, stomping your foot against the ground in an attempt to wake it up. The sky above is turning dark blue, and stars are beginning to speckle the sky. Fuck, you didn't want to be out this late. You stare across the street at the frat house, shifting your weight uncomfortably. Castiel sits on the porch, taking a drag of his cigarette with his eyes closed. Before you can stop yourself, you're making your way across the street, trying to think of the words to say. He flicks his eyes up to you as you plant yourself in front of him, ashing his cigarette.

“That's bad for you,” you blurt. He blows out a cloud of smoke, chuckling.

“I'll keep that in mind next time,” he says, his eyes locked on yours. You nod, biting your lip.

“Good.”

“Mmmhm.” He stifles his laughter, standing from his place on the stairs. You can tell by the look on his face that he wants to ask you something. Instead, he begins walking, rubbing his hand over his nape. You watch as he walks, stiffening when he turns to you. “I'm walking you back.”

“Since when?”

“Since I started walking this way,” he says. Rolling your eyes, you jog up next to him, kicking a rock as you do. He takes a drag of his cigarette, turning away from you to blow the smoke.

“You don't gotta do that,” you say. He flicks his eyes to you, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

“Didn't you just –”

“I...didn't know what else to say.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You both go silent, the sound of your footsteps against the pavement echoing down the street. He continuously looks around with an occasional glance thrown your way.

“So you and Kev,” he begins, turning his eyes to the ground. “What's the story there?”

“We went to high school together, I've been kicking ass in his name ever since,” you say, gaining roaring laughter from Castiel.

“I feel it. You see that face and you just wanna –”

“Protect it –”

“Protect it,” he concurs, nodding with a wide grin. “I really didn't know what Sam was doing. He's usually not so...” He lets his voice trail away, rolling his wrist. “....Mental.”

“Kevin says different,” you say, pausing in front of the dorm rooms. “If it makes you feel better..he only says good shit about you.”

“Aw, you care about my feelings now?” he cooes. You roll your eyes, walking backward with a smile tugging at your cheeks.

“Shut up,” you mumble, pausing at the door. “Thanks for the escort, Castiel.”

“Thanks for the health advice, Y/N,” he says. Once more, you both go silent. He won't move, only stares at you with a curious gaze.

“You're not gonna leave?” you ask. He slowly shakes his head, making his way toward you. He closes the space between you both, wrapping his hand around the door knob. You let out a breath, avoiding his gaze. “Why not?”

“I'm not leaving until you go up,” he says, his voice low. He opens the door, pressing against you as he does. “So go up.”

“I'm...going,” you say, clearing your throat. “Kinda hard when you're right here.”

“How? Just back up.” He smiles sweetly, sending a warm feeling over you.

“You're making me not want to.” The words come out before you can stop them. His smile broadens and he takes a step away from you.

“Have a nice night,” he says as he strides down the street. Huffing, you back into the building, trying to calm your heartbeat.

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crazedattractionff-blog · 7 years

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Chapter 9

It was finally Saturday, this whole week was crazy. I still can’t believe Chris gave me head, I thought it wasn’t real, but when a bitch woke up to find hickies in between her thighs, it let me know that it happened. I will say this though, I haven’t told anyone, and I don’t plan on it. I’ll just keep it between Chris and I because it’s nobody else’s business, but ours.

All I know is that it won’t be happening again, it just won’t.

“Aye, you comin?” I heard his raspy voice come through my opened door, I looked up to see him leaning against my threshold, bottom lip embedded into his teeth. I heaved in a breath before nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll be down in about five minutes.” I informed, putting my focus back on the makeup that was sitting down in front of me on the vanity. Just a light touch up of mascara, eyeliner, and clear lip gloss.

“Aiight.” I heard him mutter, soon the sound of the door closing, and his footsteps nearing me. What is he doing? “Relax, ma.” Chris whispered into my ear, “You smell good.” He complimented.

“Thank you.” I squeaked, his chuckles erupting into my ear. “What do you want?” I asked, moving my head to the side and turning it so I was looking into his eyes. Those piercing brown eyes.

“A kiss.” He stated, looking down at my lips, then back at my eyes. I shook my head, roughing up my curly main. “Why not?” He whined, poking out his bottom lip.

“Because..” I breathed, breaking eye contact, looking down at my shorts. “It’s risky.” I shrugged, reminding him and I both that Blake is still in the house, and that we can get caught at any given moment.

“India..” He lifted my chin with his index finger and thumb, “Take a risk.” He mumbled onto my lips, soon attaching ours together.

And I did.

I took the risk of kissing him in my room, my little brother just down the hall. Shrugging at my thoughts, I felt the kiss grow deeper and Chris poking my bottom lip with his tongue asking for entrance, parting my lips I let his tongue slip inside. The kiss was slow, yet sloppy, it had me stuck in a trance like a high.

“Aiight, we’ll see you downstairs.” Chris pulled away, pecking my lips. My eyes were still closed, so I just nodded letting him know that I heard him.

The opening and closing of my door caused me to open my eyes and see that I was now alone. Heaving in a breath, I slowly released, turning back to the vanity mirror.

What a waste of five minutes.

“Ah, hell nah! That’s a foul!” I heard a father call out in the distance.

I chuckled, shaking my head. It’s like this every time coming out to Blake’s football games. Parents are forever going to be more competitive, when it’s just a kids game, like let the children enjoy the game and put in their work. Now if they were in high school, then it would be understandable, but they’re not.

“Man, someone go get that fool.” Graham chortled, shaking his head, as he stuffed his mouth with nachos. This nigga is forever eating.

“Ain’t shit we can do.” I stated, laughing at the cheese that dripped down Graham’s chin. “Wipe ya mouth, greedy!”

“Fuck up.” He muttered, grabbing a napkin from his lap and wiping off the cheese. “Anyways. what we doin after little bros game?” He asked.

Yes, the whole crew comes and supports Blake’s games. It’s appreciated because I really don’t like sitting alone with my dad while he talks with his friends, some of the other boys that my brother plays with parents.

I shrugged, “Depending on how Blake feels after the game. He’ll either choose to go to one of his friends house, or just stay home.” I stated, pulling my flannel together due to the wind that just breezed by.

“We should take Blake to get some food, then take him to a friends house.” Mayleen said beside me, nudging my side.

“That’s backtracking.” Chris spoke up in front of us. I inhaled a breath, letting earlier events play back in my mind. “And the way this game is lookin, he’s gonna want to go to one of his friends.” He leaned back into the bleacher.

“You right, look at little man go!” May exclaimed as Blake caught the ball, and ran down the 45 yard line to make a touchdown.

“Ayeee!!!” I cheered, standing up from my seat, almost knocking down Graham’s nachos in the process, “That’s my brother!” I yelled out, clapping my hands in the process. I’m one proud ass sister!

Seeing India actually in this element, had me smirking. She’s beautiful as hell, and I wonder why Dwayne’s punk ass doens’t cherish her. Oh, that’s right, he’s still in that little ass nigga mentality. She deserves so much better than what she puts up with, and I ain’t saying that I’m that guy, but I could treat her better than Dwayne any day.

“Yo titties need to be tamed, bruh!” Mayleen spoke, pulling down India to sit down, which had us all laughing.

“You ain’t shit, May.” India spat, soon chuckling, “And they are tamed, it’s not my fault these bitches want to be big.” She rolled her eyes, sitting down. It’s definitely not, her juggs are something that railed a nigga in too.

“You right, you right.” May laughed, “SO help ya girl out, and pass some my way.” She joked.

“You stupid.” India playfully rolled her eyes, pushing May a bit.

Shaking my head, I put my focus back on the game watching as Blake blocked another kid. Little man has skills for sure, and maybe one day he’ll make it to the big leagues. He has a long way to go, but he’ll get there if he just stays on the straight and narrow.

"Y'all niggas too much!" I laughed, as the crew and I walked over to a table inside of Jack in the Box. Them steak burgers be lit! "Fuck around and gon get us kicked out."

"The only one who is loud, is yo loud ass! Hush up, guy." Mayleen retorted, laughing with Ti and India.

"How bout y'all all hop off ma dick, and get you some business." I spat back, pushing down India's hat over her forehead, and flicking Mayleen's sloppy ass bun at the top of her head.

"You play too much!" India slapped my arm, lifting her hat up after. I shrugged, sliding into the booth we got. India slid in next to me, Dre and Mayleen across from us and Graham and Ti behind us with their little females. "So we going our separate ways after this, right?" India asked, sipping from her cookies and cream shake. I was too busy to answer, due to eating this burger, but my plan was to go back home and just chill.

"Yeah, we are Indy." Mayleen pouted softly, stuffing a fry in her mouth "As much as I love hanging wit the crew, we gotta part ways." She chortled.

"That's true, I had enough of y'all." India joked, sipping from her straw after, "But we still up for the mall tomorrow, or you tryna wait it out till after school Monday?"

Blocking out their conversation, I ate my food in peace, stealing a couple fries off India's tray without having her do her infamous smack of her teeth and rolling her eyes. I shrugged it off, placing my burger down and sipping some Sprite I had got.

"You heard about what Castro said?" Dre asked in a hushed tone, as he looked my way. I shook my head slowly, letting out a burp.

I excused myself before speaking, "Nah, what's goin on now?" I leaned back in the seat, my mood slowly dying down just by the mention of Castro. If it ain't one thing, it's another wit him.

"Maaaan," Dre dragged out, blowing out a breath of his own, "this nigga talkin bout his money short, so pay finna be cuttin short like 5%."

Meshing my brows, I clenched my jaw hearing this bullshit. "So we finna be getting paid $2,500 instead of the steady $5,000 that was comin in? This nigga got me fucked up." I shook my head, scratching underneath my chin. "We was just talkin bout how money hungry he is, and look what happened."

"Backwards ass shit, mane. You know he could lose runners like this? Shit, that's what it's finna come down to if he keeps makin changes CK...I might just call it a quits and sell for Q." Dre spoke, his tone serious. I ain't even mad about that, cause Castro doing some sketchy shit. His words never let someone punk you in this business. And that's exactly what he's doing right now. If y'all wondering who Q is, he's good friends with Castro, and business is boomin for him, he runs most of South and East Los Angeles, moving up to NorCal. I guess you could say he's more stable in this business. Him and Castro split the map of LA, so Castro runs North and West of LA. Now thinking about it, it's more convenient for me and my boys to run for Q...but being that we're well skilled, Castro wanted us. Not knowing he finna lose his best runners for doing this shit.

It was quiet in the house, just India and I in our lonesome. I was in my room chillin, looking aimlessly at the ceiling just as my phone did it's little notification jingle. Grabbing it off the side dresser, I put in my code and went to the twitter app seeing the 'favorite' notification.

litchantal favorited your tweet!

ChrisCoKane: tell ya ex bitch to get her cake up 🤷🏽‍♂️

Scrolling through the app, I furrowed my brows seeing India's tweet. This girl gone, man. india.jade: over it..bout to be about me 🖕🏽 ion even know what she talkin bout, but shorty gotta chill or some cause if it's a sub she can easily make her way in here and talk it out. Shaking my head of the thought, I tossed my phone to the side, and relaxed deeper into the mattress. Ain't none gon fuck up my vibe, just nah.

Hearing a knock, soon the door creaking open, India waltzed herself into my room. Blake was spending the night at over one of his friends', so this was kinda expected to happen, either one of us chilling in the others room.

"I'm not disturbing you, am I?" She questioned, as she looked at me, holding a tiny smile.

I shook my head, waving her over. "Nah you good, wassup?" I licked the corner of my lip, eyeing her petite frame.

"Nothing, I'm bored...and I guess we could have some bonding time?" She added in quickly, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

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