Thank you all for checking out my story, I'm really hope I'm going to keep this story going so it'll have like 40-odd chapters when it's finished(: So, I hope you enjoy and I'd love you forever it you read, comment and vote<3! Sorry in advance for all the horrible fan fiction high school cliche's :)
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(Dean's POV)
Dean pulled up out the front of the new high school in his father's '67 chevvy impala. He sighed and shook his head as he watched the crowds of teenagers desperately trying to fit in, 'great yet another new school' Dean thought. He liked to think of these times as a 'fresh start' but after so many 'fresh starts' you just start to lose interest.
"I don't want to go in" Sam confessed nervously from the passenger seat. Dean looked over to his little brother and gave him a reassuring smile.
"I know Sammy but dad said this will be the last time... that we won't move anymore." Dean tried to encourage Sam.
"That's not the first time he's said that" Sam mumbled under his breath as he opened the door and climbed out of the car but the older Winchester heard him anyway. As much as Dean wanted to believe his father was telling the truth, he also knew this wouldn't be the last 'fresh start'. He got out of the car, swung his bag over his shoulder and walked around to his little brother.
"It'll be alright" Dean reassured, resting his arm around his brother's shoulder.
Sam stared up at the daunting new school and sighed loudly, "Maybe." Then the school bell rang, piercing the endless gossip and pointless conversations between the hordes of teenagers.
"Just give this school a chance..." Dean pleaded as all the other students started to slowly make their way to class, "For me?" Sam couldn't resist his big brother's goofy smile.
"Okay" He half smiled before waving to his brother and wondering off to find his class. Dean stood in the car-park for a moment; yet again he had to start from the beginning. He pulled the school schedule out of his jean's pocket and looked for the first session on a Monday. 'Shit, Physics.' He groaned and made his way to the science block towards the back of the school.
As Dean entered the classroom he noticed it had your usual suspects, your jocks and popular girls sitting at the back of class, your wannabes sitting in the next row, your artists and musicians sitting in the row after that and the nerds sitting at the very front. Dean barely noticed the little table at the very back of the class where a small guy in a trench coat sat alone. As he stood at the front of the classroom he looked for the empty seats, one next to the jocks and obviously one next to the nerdy guy at the back. As stupid as it was, Dean felt like it was a defining moment for him; sit with the dumb jocks and become another brain dead stupid guy obsessed with sports and chicks or try something new and sit with the other guy? He decided he'd have to be a dumb jock; he was good at fitting in with them guys. But before he could even take a step forward an eccentric older man practically skipped into the classroom.
"Hello everyone! Welcome back to school!" The teacher exclaimed ignoring the chorus of moans and boos that spread through the class. "I love your euthausism" He sarcastically grumbled as he wrote his name on the whiteboard behind him (Mr. Smith). Dean attempted to go sit down next to the jocks again but before he could, Mr. Smith walked over and wraped his arm around the painfully taller student. "We have a new student today, Dean Winchester! I am trusting you will all make him feel welcome and be nice to him" The teacher chirped, never once dropping his smile. Dean looked around the room awkwardly and noticed that everyone was staring at him with bored expressions apart from that one guy in the trench coat who was staring at the book in front of him, drawing. No one actually seemed to care about Dean except the females in the room who smiled seductively and winked at him. The Winchester smiled back to some of the attractive girls before Mr. Smith started to talk again.
"Dean please take a seat and we will get started" The teacher instructed as he walked back over to the front of the whiteboard. Dean went to sit next to the jocks again but as he came closer to the empty seat he found himself still walking. Before he even realized what was going on he was pulling out the seat next to the nerdy guy and sitting down.
"Physics, Physics, Physics. Okay, let's get started on Physics" Mr. Smith rambled and that's all Dean heard of the entire class. Dean turned his attention to the guy next to him and what he was drawing; it was a beautiful female angel in a long, white dress with gracious wings that took up half the page. Dean coughed to get the guy's attention but he still hadn't even looked up from his work. No one ever ignored Dean but now this guy clearly was and he felt challenged to get this boy's attention.
(Castiel's POV)
'Please don't sit next to me, please don't sit next to me, please don't sit next to me' Castiel chanted to himself as he stared at his art work. Castiel looked over to the new student coming towards him after he passed the chair next to the jocks and sighed. 'Why would anyone ever choose to sit next to me when they had the chance to sit with the cool people.' The next moment Dean was sitting next to Castiel and staring at his work. He suddenly got the urge to throw his arms over his work and cover up the angel but he couldn't bring himself to do it 1, because it would be extremely rude and 2, because he secretly liked it when people noticed his work.
"Hello, I'm the one and only Dean Winchester." The new student confidently introduced himself and held out his hand for Castiel to shake. Castiel looked over nervously to the held-out hand but decided against shaking it.
"I heard" He muttered continuing to shade the angel's wings. Dean awkwardly placed his hand back down on the table and stared at the mysterious, intriguing stranger.
"Do you have a name?" The Winchester questioned, curious as to whom this nerdy guy in the over-sized tan trench coat was.
"Castiel Novak." Castiel answered trying to concentrate on his drawing but for some reason this Dean Winchester was highly annoying and very distracting.
(Dean's POV)
Castiel. He liked it, he had never heard it before and it was a bit unusual but it had a nice ring to it.
"So I guess you're into art and drawing and stuff, yeah?" Dean blurted out trying to keep what little conversation there was going. 'Dude, that was pathetic no wonder he doesn't want to talk to you.'
"I guess so" Castiel confirmed in an unconcerned, bored tone before licking his lips subconsciously. Dean sighed, he wasn't getting anywhere with this guy. He finally looked away from Castiel and caught a girl staring at him; she quickly turned around not even trying to be subtle. On a different day Dean may have tapped her on the shoulder, smiled and flirted with her but today he was too engaged in trying to figure out this unusual guy, Castiel.
"Well I like your drawing. You're very talented, Cas" The Winchester complimented, giving him a friendly smile. Castiel's head shot up and he stared at Dean. Dean suddenly felt exposed and open but it quickly disappeared once he noticed the boy's beautiful blue eyes for the first time. They were so bright and unique and blue that he struggled to look away.
(Castiel's POV)
"Well I like your drawing. You're very talented, Cas." His mind went straight to the last time he was called Cas and he loathed the memory but for some reason Dean calling him Cas didn't bother him much. For a moment he loved the way the word Cas slipped off Dean's tongue but once he noticed how girly that sounded he forced himself out of it and started to blush.
"Ahh... Thank you" Castiel replied before turning his head back in an attempt to hide his burning red cheeks. The bell for the next session rang and all the other students frantically shoved their books in their bags and practically ran out of the classroom as Mr. Smith said something about some homework being due next class.
Castiel stood up and fitted his art book in his arms perfectly before starting to walk away when Dean called out to him, "I'll see you around Cas!"
"Hopefully not" Castiel said to himself. As much as he did want to see Dean again he didn't like anyone getting close to him and he could tell Dean would want to. Castiel only really had one friend and he didn't even have much of a say in the matter, she has been his neighbor since they were four years old and they have been 'friends' ever since.