Dean awoke with a start, grabbing the axe handle he kept by his bed. He was relieved as well as annoyed when he realized that the noise offending his over sensitive ears was just the shrill cry of the alarm clock. First day of school in a brand new city. woohoo…

Dean crawled out of bed slowly, still sore from the whack he'd received from Uncle Bobby when he'd accidentally tracked motor oil into the house. He lazily made his way to the bathroom, stopping quickly to rapp loudly on his younger brothers door, hopefully waking him up.

Dean turned the water on it's coldest setting and yawned, fangs glinting in the early light. He stripped down and stepped into the tub. Pouring a decent glob of shampoo into his hands Dean lathered up his sandy colored hair, careful to wash between and around the twitching ears atop his head. Then he turned behind him, catching the furry tail attached to his lower back and lathering it up as well.

Dean Winchester was a purebred wolf hybrid, one of the last of his kind, along with his brother. Over this last year Dean had finally saved enough money to move himself and his brother away from their deadbeat dad to move in with their surrogate father, Bobby Singer, a mutt. He was now 22 years old and was going to a new university prep school in order to become a mechanic. His grades weren't the best in high school considering he had to raise his little brother as well as support his father, so he definitely could use the extra credit.

Dean pulled on his favorite black T-shirt, the one that showed off his chest, and shrugged on his denim blue overshirt. Hey, as the new alpha in town, as well as a pure wolf he had to make an impression. He gelled and spiked his bangs up, combing them to the side. His ears swiveling to avoid the sticky gunk, gel doesn't come out of fur easy. He let out a tired sigh.

Dean was odd compared to other wolves, even his own brother. The younger Winchester was the traditional male wolf brown, a dark hazelnut shade, with black tips on his ears and tail. As well as a light gray as an underlying tone when one looked closely. He had a mop of long brown hair that's just a tad lighter than the fur coating his ears and tail, and he's an intimidating 6.4.

Dean was going on 6.2'' and had a strange colored coat. On the genetic tradition of wolves the males tend to be any shade of brown, gray and black. Female's were usually blondish, white or silver. Dean was mistaken as a female pup when he was little due to his unusual colored coat. Dean's own hair is a soft dirty blonde, the tips of his hair are a brighter shade then the rest. His ears were average sized and sat straight up on his head. They were a rich, golden honey color with muddy copper patches scattered about. The tips of his ears were a whitish blonde. His tail contained the same color combination but was shorter and thinner than most males. But it did make it easier to manage.

Dean sighed again and grabbed a pair of faded jeans to pull on, almost running over his sleepy brother, who was dragging his feet tiredly down the hall.

"Mornin Dean…" he yawned

"Heya Sammy, ready for law school?"

Sam winced and let out a groan as Dean chuckled. They wandered into the kitchen and were greeted by bacon and toast.

"Yer late." came the crotchety greeting.

"Morning to you too." Dean grumbled, settling down to eat.

"Sorry Bobby. Dean to forever in the bathroom like a girl." Sam chirped, munching on his toast.

"Yeah yeah shuddap you bitch." Dean snapped through a mouthful of bacon.

"Whatever jerk. By the way, you shouldn't live off that grease, you'll die early."

"You'd understand if you'd try meat for once ya dingus! Bacon is magic man, don't knock it till you try it."

Sam was a vegan wolf, for whatever reason, and they're rarer than wolves themselves. Dean could never figure out why Sam would resist the supple temptation of meat, and the brothers found themselves bickering about it quite often.

"Alright ya idjits. Hurry up and be on yer way before you're late."

Dean grunted an affirmation and pulled his brother up by the forearm, ignoring his whine about suddenly not feeling good or something. Dean shoved his brother playfully out the door and threw a 'goodbye' over his shoulder. The two clambered into the sleek, black, muscle car parked in the driveway.

"Hey there. Good morning baby." Dean all but purred, running his hand over the steering wheel. "Man this feels good to be back." Sam made a gagging noise and stuck his tongue out, grinning when it earned a low growl from his brother. "Don't listen to him baby, he doesn't understand us." Dean murmured into the leather of his head rest as he backed out into the street. He turned up the music as they roared down the street, the lyrics of a familiar song blasting through the open windows,

"Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest,

Don't you cry no more."

Today was gunna be a good day

Arriving at the door of the prep school Dean's nerve failed him. Upon dropping Sam off he watched him walk slowly up the school steps, earning strange looks from kits and mutts alike. Sam was obviously uncomfortable, his usually perky ears lay flat against his skull, his tail curling slightly between his legs. Sam was a strong kid and if he was getting this uncomfortable around these little squirts just imagine how unforgiving college ready frat boys would be. Dean groan inwardly at the thought.

"No, Dean Winchester doesn't wimp out." Dean growled quietly. So stealing his nerves Dean perked up his ears, swished his tail and straightened up, opening the door.

There was an audible gasp when Dean stepped in and his ear twitched in response. The small lobby was cluttered with students comparing schedules and asking for directions. But when Dean stepped inside all of those gathered became silent. Dean glanced around nervously and contemplated leaving and coming back when there was less people but he is Dean-freakin-Winchester god dammit, and he is an alpha. So striking his most confident pose he swished his tail behind him, earning a few murmurs, to which he responded with a toothy grin, 'Damn straight' he thought cockily. After no one moved or spoke Dean finally manned up and broke the silence.

"Well this sure as hell is a warm welcome if I've ever seen one." He chuckled, shaking his head.

A few fellow alphas smirked slightly at his joke, nodding approvingly at him. Some little omegas blushed and the girls giggled, eyeing him hungrily. Dean's own eyes narrowed at that, wolves are rare, and his coat shade is even rarer, so there's gunna be a lot of chicks who'd want him for themselves. As well as the guys who'd want to be his friend for street cred, and especially the douche bags who can't stand people who are different and who are more popular than them. Dean had already learned all of that noise the hard way. 'Guess I have to be careful who I trust..' he thought darkly.

After the tension in the air cleared, and everyone finally started to move and talk again, mostly about himself from what he could hear, Dean slowly made his way through the crowd to get his daily planner.

He kept his eyes to the floor when approaching the counter, somewhat humbled and embarrassed by his behavior and hoping no one took it the wrong way. He didn't need to have the rep of a punk on his first day. Only when he smelled a particularly sweet omega did he look up, and thats when he locked eyes with the most gorgeous and bright azure gaze in the history of anything ever.

Dean's heart was hammering in his chest as he allowed his eyes to roam over the omega. His hair was a dark, almost black, windswept sex hair mass that stuck up every which way, with a stubbled 5 o clock shadow and pink chapped lips. He was wearing a button down white shirt and black slacks with a blue tie, that Dean noticed was backwards. And draped over his shoulders was a silly tan trench coat that looked 2 decent sizes too big for him. Damn he was cute. Dean's ear twitched at a soft rustling and a long midnight black tail swishing erratically underneath the trench coat, and the guys ears were twitching nervously every few seconds. The guy was a kit, and he was drop dead gorgeous. His long tail and thin fluffy ears were a midnight black that had a navy blue sheen in the light. His coat was sleek and velvety looking, tempting Dean to reach out to pet him.

In fact Dean was so caught up in his gawking that he didn't realize the kit had been speaking to him. Dean raised his head slowly, still drinking in what he could, and then finally met the sapphires this guy called eyes, the kits head was tilted to the side, ears flopping loosely in the most adorable way.

"I'm sorry… What did you say?" Dean managed in a tone that was totally alpha like.

"I asked for your name so that I may find your schedule for you."

Oh god that voice. It was low, gravelly, and a combination of all things sinful. Dean had to suppress a shiver and gnawed on his lip. The omegas voice sounded like rock tumbling down a mountain side into the ocean. It was a mixture of everything Dean wouldn't have expected from the timid looking omega. However now was not the time to fantasize when he'd obviously been asked a question.

"D-Dean.. Dean Winchester."

"Ah, Mr. Winchester," the kit nodded "the newest member of our school. We've been expecting you."

'So polite' Dean thought to himself, watching as the omega turned and began to rummage around through a filing cabinet. "Y'know...You can call me Dean…" he muttered half hoping the kit actually heard him.

The omega turned around, with what looked like hope flashing within those azure oceanic depths. He gathered the papers in his arms and crossed back over to the counter, where Dean was still standing, hand outstretched.

"Castiel…"