Maniac

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Dean twirled his pencil by the eraser watching the led drill into his half written note page letting the historical facts walk through and out his brain unnoticed. He was barely sat right with his face planted on his other hand being held up on the desk where he was practically drooling and dozing off until the shriek of the school bell sparked him properly awake. Dean swiftly threw on the letterman jacket with his name tightly plastered on the back and brushed up his books into his backpack. He joined the crowd huddled at the door shouting his goodbye to the teacher as he left the classroom. His groupies joined him outside laughing at the gossip that goes around their school about girls who are and aren't available and teachers with their tests and sharing answers. Traveling through the crowd, Dean and his buds threw around the football from across the halls constantly hitting against lockers and the occasional freshmen who had yet learned to dodge them like their older peers had adapted to.

"Hey Winchester! Go further imma launch!" One of his teammates shouted. Dean joyously smiled and lightly jogged backwards watching the moment his pal would shoot the ball and, as the warning bell rung, he eyeballed it flying across the heads of students and below the hall lights. The ball was headed towards the other side of the hall across from Dean. He leapt towards it, merely scrapped the leathery surface of it, and tackled a bystander bringing them both down. Dean cursed as he got up looked at who he knocked down and grew serious.

Squinting at him was Castiel Novak, a popular figure, as in the not the good type of popular, among the students of Kansas High School for being an infamous target for most high schools: loner punk, highlighted queer, reputable background, honors kid.

"The hell Cas, get out the way." Dean squatted down to get the football.

"Play outside you ass, shouldn't you be in class," the messy haired lad got up and dusted his pants, "playing football will surely get you into a hotshot college, thank god, 'cause those grades say otherwise I'll bet."

"Dude that first half rhymed!" Lucifer, the teams right tackle and evidently one of Castiel's older brother, shouted with his hands cupped around his mouth.

"Shut it." Dean grunted but avoided looking at Cas. His buds walked past Castiel glaring, Lucifer playfully shoved against him laughing. As they all parted ways Dean felt the tension between his eyebrows come up.

Dean sat down in his seat pulled out a notebook as the lecture started. Lucifer turned his body around in his chair to face Dean, "Hey, so, I heard Meg is having a party at her house later."

"Oh yeah? How would you know?" Dean started scribbling circular doodles in his notebook.

"Meg and I are close even if she is a feisty little thing. Though I can't deny that I like that." Lucifer chuckled as he joined scribbling with Dean.  "C'mon there's for sure to be alcohol and girls there..." Dean wrote down a yes to which Lucifer celebrated quietly drawing a smiley face to then turned back around in his seat.

Dean didn't know a whole lot about Meg Masters other than they don't get along and they once had English together in sophomore year; he did know one key thing that intrigued him: she was best friends with Castiel.

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"Dean!!! Let me go with!!!" Sam, Dean's 14 year old brother, called out.

"Dude no, I heard some college kids are gonna be there. They could wreck you for doing the wrong move." Dean threw on his father's handed down brown leather jacket.