Drama Dorks and Football Jocks

Liar, Are We?

Dean's POV

Sam was staring at me from the shotgun side of my beautiful, sleek, Impala.

"What?" I asked.

"You're hella gay for Cas." Sam said.

"No I'm not. Number one, I'm straight, and number two, I hate the guy." I said. Lies, well forged lies. Shut up, head. Not until you stop lying to Sam. He's your brother, idjit. Great now you're Bobby.

"Yeah right." Sam said. He pulled a bitchface and then turned to a book he had. I tired to get my head in my music as I was driving. Why would he think that? I apologized to the guy, and now I'm gay. Well I mean there was this one time.

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"So this is the senior wing, and this is your English room. Need anything else come to guidance, ok?" The overly perky, Mrs.Becky Novak said. I walked in the room, and tried to put on a bad boy image.

"Ah you must be Dean. Get in here, quickly." The English teacher said. He had to be British. The accent stuck out like a sore thumb here. That's fun. "I am Mr.Alistair ." He said. I was looking around the room. One kid stuck out, with almost a halo of light around his mess of black hair. He looked at me and his bright blue eyes stared at me. He caught me staring and blushed. His focus went to the paper after that.

"Mr.Winchester, please take a seat next to Mr.Novak back there." Mr.Alistair said. I nodded and walked to the seat. Novak kid was looking at me again.

"Hey." I whispered.

"Hello." He whispered back. His voice was gruff but pleasing to hear. I wonder what it would sound like if I was- Nope. Just met the guy, hot and all he was probably normal and had a girl. Probably named like Meghan or Hannah.

"My name's Dean." I said.

"Castiel." He replied with a small smile.

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"Dean, did you just hear anything I said?" Sam asked with an annoyed face.

"Sure, Sammy." I lied.

"Really? So where's my answer?" Sam asked.

"Um sure." I said unsure.

"Ok so I can kill you, cool." Sam said with a smirk.

"Ok, so I wasn't listening." I admitted. We pulled into the driveway to our uncles house. We'd been living her since I was four, and Sammy wasn't even one. Our dad left us here after our mom died in a house fire. The two of us got out and walked in the house. Bobby had moved here last year with us. Before that we lived in Sioux Falls with him. But I guess it was time to come home.

"You two home?" Bobby asked from somewhere.

"Yeah." I called out.

"Good. I was wondering if you two got lost somewhere." Bobby said walking into the foyer. He was rubbing his hands off on a towel.

"Dean did get lost. In his own head." Sam said.

"Shut your piehole." I said quickly.

"Jerk." Sam said walking up stairs.

"Bitch." I called after him.

I was walking into English with Benny and Castiel was sitting on top of a desk with his little girlfriend with red hair. A small pang went throughout my body. I tried to ignore it. But of course, my luck prevented me.

"Mr.Winchester, can I talk to you?" Mr.Alistair said.

"Of course, sir." I said. He almost dragged me out of the room.

"You've been skipping classes, you and that Benny child. Now, he has been catching up and making his grade better. But you, oh you boy, I need to assign you a tutor." He said.

"A tutor? Really, I don't think I need-" I tried to fight back.

"You do. Your grades are slipping. This is me helping you stay on your football team." Mr.Alistair said.

"Who is this tutor?" I asked.

"One second." He said. Mr.Alistair walked back into the room and came out with none other then Castiel. He was glaring at me. Damn, those blue eyes are dangerous. I could just imagine them watching me during-nope not getting a boner in front of a teacher.

"Castiel, I need you to tutor Dean, after you are done with play practice though. So I can imagine you two will be spending much time together." Mr.Alistair said with an evil grin.

"What?!" The both of us asked.

"Lets get back to class." Mr.Alistair said with the same evil grin that made me skip his class. Cas gave me a glare and walked back into the room. Oh this was going to be a long year.