With Our Eyes Wide Open

Dean's eyelids flew open. Groaning loudly, he slammed a hand down on the alarm that had just disturbed his much needed rest. "Son of a Bitch!" he mumbled groggily and let his head drop heavily back on to the pillow, staring at the ceiling. Normally, he would just suck it up and get out of bed, but today was different. It was the first day of a new high school, and he was 17. John Winchester had recently decided that he wanted the boys to have some normality in their lives, so he had enrolled Dean and his younger brother Sam at Lawrence High School. Dean rolled his eyes just thinking about it. He glanced warily at the alarm clock, which read, "7:30." Rubbing his hand over his half closed eyes, he sat up in bed and began to get ready for the day ahead.

Dean splashed water over his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was what you would call ruggedly handsome. Short dark blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and pouty lips. He knew he was attractive, but didn't let it get to his head.. Much.

"DEANN! GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM ALREADY" whined Sam, his younger brother. Rolling his eyes and wiping his face quickly with the rough towel on the wall, Dean threw open the bathroom door. Sam of course, was standing there waiting with his hands on his hips. Sam was only 15, but he already towered over Dean. With his floppy brown hair and puppy dog eyes, Sam looked about as threatening as a baby moose. Dean smiled in his maddening way and pushed past Sam to go downstairs to the kitchen. Well. Today was going to be interesting.

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With a creak of metal, the '67 Chevy Impala finally pulled up to the rather dull-looking building labeled, "Lawrence High School." The last few notes to a Metallica song blared out of the speakers as Dean stared at the crumbling brick walls that held his future for the next couple of years. Sam looked at him carefully.

"You gonna stare at it all day? Or are we going to make it to at least one class before the year is over?" Dean glared at him.

"Shut up Sammy." Sam glared back.

"Bitch," Dean said cracking a smile.

"Jerk," said Sam, grinning back.

Throwing on his beaten up leather jacket and grabbing his backpack, Dean got out and started to make his way up the steps of the school. Sam went off in the opposite direction, probably to make sure he got to homeroom exactly on time. The fricken' nerd. Dean was humming AC/DC's Highway to Hell, and didn't notice the boy running past him. Dean slammed into the shorter boy full speed, and hit the floor, the contents of the mystery dude's backpack strewn all over the floor.

"You complete Assbutt!" the guy yelled, scowling.

Dean had to crack a smile at this, "Assbutt?" he asked grinning. Dean ran a hand through his disheveled hair and for the first time took a look at the guy he had just knocked over. He was slightly shorter than Dean, olive skinned. He had full pink lips and blue eyes that looked like the ocean after a storm. His hair was a dark brown and looked as if he had just had sex. It took a moment for Dean to catch his breath and realize that this was a dude he was looking at. A guy. He can't be thinking this shit about a guy! Come on man, get yourself together. Blinking rapidly, Dean held out his hand to Blue Eyes,

"Hey. I'm Dean Winchester."

Frowning slightly, the boy took Dean's hand and said in a low rough voice,

"Hello. My name is Castiel."