A/N- So I am making the age difference between Sam and Dean shorter, seeing how they are both going to be high schoolers in this fanfiction, Sam a sophomore and Dean a senior, so the age difference goes from four years to two years, just a heads up.

Chapter 1 - September 15th, 2016: 7:09 AM

Tick. Tock.

Dean Winchester takes a deep breath as he sits at their new kitchen table, stirring his spoon around in his bowl of cereal, refusing to eat what his younger brother had poured for him. This was the Winchesters twenty first move, and Dean was used to it by now, but he always had that feeling in the pit of his stomach going into the first day at his new school.

But he was Dean Winchester, he didn't have a single thing to worry about. He had everything going for him, he was a true ladies man.

"Dean?" Sam sat across from him at the table, 'Are you gonna eat that?"

"Nah." Dean replies, getting up and dumping the cereal in the sink. "Not feeling it."

"Alright," His brother of sixteen years says. "Just.. Are you nervous?" He asks his older brother.

"Hell no, Sammy. I'm never nervous." The eighteen year old replies instantly. Although he was afraid to admit it, yes, he was nervous for his first day at yet another new school. Dean hated making new friends, seeing how he would just say goodbye the next month or even week. Not that Dean wasn't liked, every time he moved schools, he was always popular instantly, fitting in with any crowd. He looks over at Sam, who just nods at him and heads off to his room to start getting ready for the day. The eldest Winchester sighs, gravitating to his room, taking a quick shower, then dressing into his usual attire. Jeans, black tee that fit against his chest well, and a black and white flannel, slipping his leather jacket on over it. Dean then goes and puts on his boots, heading out of his room.

"Sam, you ready?" He calls out, and Sam comes out of his room, a small grin on his face. "Ready as I'll ever be.." Dean nods, feeling sorry for the poor kid. He didn't want Sammy to grow up this way, with an absent father who occasionally returned, only for the drunken beatings. Dean never wanted Sam to see dad that way, so when he came home, Dean would send his younger brother to stay in his room, taking the hits for Sam.

"Dean, you okay?" Sam's voice brings him out of his thoughts."

"Oh.. yeah, sorry, Sammy. Come on." Dean walks out to his car, Sam putting his backpack in the back, then climbing in the passenger's seat, Dean getting in on the other side.

"Well…" Dean trails off. "Let's gank this mother." He grins at Sam.

It was only first hour, and Castiel had already heard about the new kids, specifically the older, "hotter" one, according to Charlie Bradbury, Castiel's best friend.

"Really now?" Castiel asked, an incredulous look on his face. He laughs at Charlie, knowing she didn't actually want anything with him, seeing how she swung the other way, but, that didn't mean she couldn't find the new guy "hot."

"Oh yeah, totally. I mean, I caught a glimpse of him in the hallway this morning. The way his hair was like, slightly spiked up and his eyes.. Cas, they were so green, you have got to see them." Castiel chuckles.

"I'll have to make sure to stare creepily into his eyes when I see him." Charlie's response is a small punch on his shoulder as he chuckles lightly at her.

"Shut up, Cassie." He rolls his eyes at the nickname, turning his attention to the teacher once the bell rings.

Dean walks into third hour, English with.. Whatever the hell the teacher's name was. There was only one seat left, which was in the back of the class next to an awkward looking shy kid. Seriously, who just wears a trenchcoat to school?

"Hey." Dean says, sliding into the seat. "I'm Dean."

"Castiel." Is all he gets for a reply as he looks back to the book he was currently reading. "You're the new kid, correct?"

"Oh, yeah. I am." Dean grins, but Castiel wouldn't look up at him, he hadn't even looked at him since he'd walked in the room, Dean had noticed. "Are you going to even look up from that dumb book?" He asked, and it was then that Castiel looked up.

When Cas saw him, he was pretty sure that his jaw had literally dropped. Charlie was right, this guy was absolutely flawless.. His eyes were the brightest green, and Cas just sits there, watching the new guy, like a total creep.

"Oh, uhm.. Sorry. It's just, this is a really good book." Cas replies, trying not to make a complete fool of himself.

"Yeah. Alright." Dean nods, looking away from Castiel's blue eyes. He saw light bruises on the guy's neck, ones that you wouldn't notice if you weren't staring at him like Cas was, they were faint, yet Cas saw them.. He wanted to ask what they were, where he got them, but knew it wasn't a good idea, asking him that when he first met him.

"Yeah.." Cas awkwardly states, clearing his throat, the bell ringing for class to start.

What the hell is wrong with me? Dean asks himself as he looks over at Castiel, who was absorbed in reading his book instead of listening to the teacher. For some reason, the Winchester kept finding himself staring at the trenchcoat wearing weirdo, yet didn't think anything of it. A few times, the boy almost caught Dean looking at him, but he would quickly avert his gaze elsewhere. That Castiel boy really did grab Dean's attention.

Castiel clears his throat awkwardly, snapping Dean back into reality.

"Why are you staring at me?" Cas asks.

"Oh, just lost in thought I guess. Sorry, man." Cas nods, looking back to his book, then at the teacher, deciding to actually listen to what she had to say. He looked to see Dean on his phone under the desk, occasionally looking up to see if the teacher was watching. Cas rolls his eyes, when he hears Mrs. Morris's booming voice say,

"Mr. Winchester! I see on the first day you're already disobeying the rules?" Dean chuckles with a nod.

"Guess so. Sue me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm in the middle of texting a friend of mine." Castiel watched as Dean smirked, mentally rolling his eyes.

"Well, I'm sure the class would love to hear this conversation, then?"
"Probably not."
"Then put it away, Dean, or it's mine for the rest of the class period."

"Son of a bitch." He replies, slipping the phone into the pocket of his leather jacket. The teacher flashes him a stern look, and Dean sends her a "Sorry not sorry" face as he slips his phone back out once she turns her back.

"You might not want to get caught with that again." Castiel whispers to the Winchester.

"Why would you care? Not like it's you anyway."

"I don't want you to get in trouble, Dean."

"Well, that's my problem. Not yours. But thanks, Cassandra." Castiel just turns back around, not saying a word to Dean for the rest of the hour. He was kind of a jerk.

"Hey, Dean. Mind if we sit here?" Dean looks up at the three boys who had decided to sit with him, giving them a grin.

"Of course."
"We've heard about you," one of the kid chuckles. "You're the real talk of the school right now. Total badass. Oh, name's Ash by the way."
"Well, Ash, nice to meet you." Dean gives a half assed smile, looking at the other two. "Since you already know who I am, mind giving me your names?"

"The name's Crowley." One replied.

"I'm Chuck.." Dean narrows his eyes. The kid looked like he didn't want to be there. Dean shrugs it off as the three boys sit down, Chuck beside Dean and the other two across from them.

"So, Dean. Where are you from, and what brings you to the town of "Knob Noster"?" Dean sighs, picking up a nacho.

"Well, I last lived in Philadelphia, and.." Dean pauses, thinking of his father. "Well, we moved here because of my dad's work. It causes him to move around a lot, we don't stay in one place often." The three guys nod, obviously they were the Jocks of the school, yet they all seemed so different from each other, and.. Not to mention, none of them really had, well, looks going for them, that was in Dean's opinion.

"So, Dean, how do you like it here so far?" Crowley asks.

"It's pretty good. You guys know Castiel?"
"Oh, that loser? Hell yeah." Ash laughs, causing Dean to raise an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with him?" He asks the group.

"He's not really all that popular, Dean. Castiel is that awkward kid that always sits in the back of the class and is shy. Not to mention how weird he is. That nasty trenchcoat he wears…" Crowley snickers. Ash chimes in.

"Not to mention the rumours."
"What rumours?" Dean asks, his interest peaked.

"That Castiel is totally gay, as in, he only likes guys."
"Yeah, I know what that means, Ash. I'm not a complete idiot." The Winchester rolls his eyes, thinking about Cas, how he had been acting around him. Dean shudders. No, he was not going to let himself think that Castiel liked him, that would just be.. Weird. Plus, he wasn't going to believe what people said about Cas yet. Hell, he just met the guy today. The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, and Dean walks over to throw his trash away, setting his tray down on the counter. He leaves the cafeteria, Ash, Crowley, and Chuck following close behind.

"So, Cassie, have you seen the new guy?" Charlie asks, plopping onto the sofa at her house beside Cas, swinging her legs over his.

"Yeah, I met him. He's kind of a dick."
"What? How?" Charlie asks, interest in her eyes.

"Long story. But I just know I don't have a slight chance of being friends with him, he's definitely popular."

"Whatever you say, Cassandra." Cas looks at Charlie at hearing the name, Dean had called him that earlier today.. He shakes his head.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"Dean called me that today, don't want to think about him right now."
"Well, alright.." Charlie pokes his shoulder, leaning her head against it and closing her eyes. "How was school?"

"Good, interesting…"
"Oh my god." Charlie sees the look on Castiel's face. "You're totally crushing on Dean, aren't you?!"
"What? No!"

"Yep, you are! Oh my gosh, Cas, you're blushing! That is so cute." Charlie laughs, Castiel's cheeks beat red.

"Shut up, Charlie." Cas rolls his eyes, groaning. "I do not want to talk about this."

"Nope, we're talking about this. His eyes, how were his eyes?"

"I admit, they were gorgeous, but, Charlie-"

"Nope. You like him, and I'm getting you two together. And that's final."

"Really. How are you going to manage to pull that off?"
"Oh, I have my ways…" Charlie smirks, causing Castiel to get an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

"Charlie…"
"Don't worry, I've got this covered! Meet me at my place next Friday, and don't miss it." Cas sighs.

"Charlie.."

"Nope, it's settled. I'm getting you two weirdos together. End. of. Story." Cas gives up, knowing that he won't win this one.

"Fine." He chuckles. "Whatever, red." He messes with her hair, causing a laugh to escape her small lips, smiling at him.
"Ya big dope." Was her response as she messes his hair up also, giggling. "Let's get to homework."
"Or… we could watch Harry Potter…?" Charlie thinks, then sighs. "Fine. But we have to do homework, too." Castiel nods, popping the disc and the dvd player, starting the movie (and homework, sadly).

"How was school, Sammy?" Dean asks once they get in the house after a silent car ride home.

"It was alright, Dean. I got lost a few times, but, that's normal. You?"

"Good…" Dean trails off, thinking about that kid.. Castiel. How his new found friends had called him a loser and told him about the rumour that Cas was gay. Dean wasn't sure if he believed them, but he wasn't going to take any chances with Castiel.

"What are you thinking about, Dean?"
"Oh, just some hot chick I saw today." Sam laughs a little, rolling his eyes.

Did I really just call Cas a hot chick?

A/N- Well, hope you guys liked this chapter. Tell me in the comments if you think I should continue this story, and any ideas you might have! Feel free to pm with ideas any time as well. :) Please do not quit reading this story just because the first chapter is "uninteresting". Please give this story a chance! The first few chapters are just fillers, getting to know the characters, how I write them, the plot, and other important things that will make this story interesting, I promise! 3