DEAN'S POV
"Wake up" I heard though I was still dazed from sleeping I could make out the voice. Sam.
"Wake me up when we get to the next school." I snapped back. There is nothing different. Every couple weeks we get a new school to go to, yet we have never gone to a school that isn't a piece of shit.
"Dean... Just please get up." Sam said sounding annoyed. "Fine" I muttered.
After Sam left my room I went into my closet through on a black t-shirt, a red flannel, and of course, my leather jacket. I went downstairs and ate some eggs. By the time I was done, it was time to go to this piece of shit school. I walked out and got into my baby, the 1967 Chevrolet Black Impala. Sam wanted to take the bus so I let him. The school was about a 4 minute ride from my temporary appartment. Dad said we were staying for 5-7 months, so I decided to get my own appartment.
I arrived at the schools parking lot. "Nice car" I heard from behind me. "Thanks" I said without bothering to turn around. I threw my book bag over my shoulder and tucked my knife in a hidden pocket in my leather jacket. I walked to my locker, put my stuff in it, and tried to find my way to chemistry. "Need some help." Someone said. I knew the voice. It was the same person who complemented my car.
I looked up and there was a nerdy looking boy standing there in a trench coat. "Im Castiel, or Cas for short." He said.
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Dying for the Boy in the Trench Coat.
FanfictionIt's another shitty high school that Dean and Sam go to, but this time it is different. There was a boy in a trench coat, and Dean never knew it would turn out like this.
