AN: It's my first uploaded fic guys. This is kinda cool. Oh gosh, I'm terrible at this and I should be doing my homework but Carpe Diem. For this chapter, it's all from Cas's POV but for other chapters I'll kind of alternate between Cas and Dean. I suck at summaries.

I was sitting on the dock looking out on the empty lake when we saw each other.

To my left, there was a rustling in the tall grass. Something told me that it was too noisy to be an animal. I began to reach for my knife, ready for whoever came at me, when he emerged. At first, he didn't notice me and just took in the scene before him but he looked in my direction and we locked eyes. I grimaced, realizing that I knew him, and rose from my spot tucking my knife back into the holder fastened around my waist. The idea of my peaceful sanctuary being evaded by some boy, especially him, wasn't the most appealing thought. I turned on my heel and made my way up the slope that led to the woods. Behind me, the sound of quick footsteps filled the atmosphere and before I could grab my knife again, there was a grip on my wrist.

"Hey," he said coolly.

My eyes widened at the contact and I jerked my arm away, reluctantly turning to face him. He was surprised at the force I had pulled with but he quickly shrugged it off, thinking no more of it.

"Sorry about intruding," he began, "I didn't know someone would be here. Let alone a girl," he explained, never looking away from my eyes.

I didn't respond and took off toward the forest I had strangely grown fond of over time.

"Hey, wait!" he called toward me again. I reluctantly slowed to a stop and turned to face him, his green eyes looking up at me. He paused and I felt his eyes taking me in for the first time, his eyes stopping at the faded, red, holder that hung low next to my leg. I waited for him to continue but when he didn't I was about to turn toward the forest again, hoping to make the long-awaited get away I had wanted to make the moment he emerged from the grass, until he spoke again.

"I'm Dean," he smiled.

"I know," I say turning around.

"Don't I get your name?" he asked, this time, just walking up beside me.

"No."

"Well . . . why not?" he asked innocently.

"We've been going to school together for years. If you still don't know at this point, I don't think it's of any import," I said matter-of-factly.

His eyes widened, "that's why you look familiar."

"You're just saying that to try and spare my feelings."

"No, no, that's not it. I recognize you from my English class . . . and-and art."

"Yet he doesn't remember my name," I roll my eyes.

"Come on," he raised his eyebrows.

"If I tell you, will you stop following me?" I ask, stopping at the edge of the forest. I looked at him to see his eyes moving between me and the trees.

"I'm not sure if I should," he said walking forward a little, "this place looks pretty shady."

"It's a forest. It has trees. Trees have leaves. Leaves block sunlight. Shady forests are kind of a natural thing," I tell him, my voice condescending.

"You know what I mean," he said looking back at me.

"I also know how to take care of myself."

He paused still debating whether or not to let me go.

I started walking into the forest, regardless of what he thought. I stopped before I turned over my shoulder to look at him.

"Castiel," I say quietly, only audible enough for him to hear me.

His brows knit together, "Castiel . . . isn't that a guy's name?"

I roll my eyes, "It's the name of an angel of the Lord. Angels have no gender, so no. It is not a guy's name," I explain before continuing into the woods.

For a while it was quiet. I slowed my pace, taking in my surroundings. It was easy to hear anyone; the ground being covered in twigs and crushed leaves, but I had somehow found a way to make it so my steps were almost silent. No huge reasoning behind it, just something to get my mind off of the fact I was alone in the woods. But today, it felt eerie. I focused on my footing, ignoring the feeling, when suddenly there was a grip on my wrist. My eyes widened and a shriek escaped from my mouth as I jerked my arm away and pulled out the silver blade. I spun around to see Dean eyeing the sharp blade.

An unexpected sigh of relief escaped my mouth.

"What the fuck? Who does that?" I demand, my brows knitting together.

His wide eyes looked my face, "Who carries a knife that big?"

"I do, solely for this reason. Did you honestly think you would be able to walk up to someone in the woods and grab their wrists without them having some sort of defense . . . thing . . . going on?" I ask, my heart rate beginning to slow.

"Sorry. It's just . . . I thought I saw something when you walked in."

I slid the blade back into its holder and crossed my arms, "Like what?"

He shrugged one shoulder, "I dunno. It was a trick of the light I guess. I just wanted to make sure you would be okay."

"Why would you care whether or not if I was okay?"

He shrugged, "chivalry?"

I guffawed as I walked away, "chivalry is dead."

"Hey, I'm just trying to be good to a fellow classmate," he told me running up to me.

"One that you didn't even know the name of until what? Fifteen minutes ago?"

"What's your problem?" he asked, finally annoyed with me.

"Problem? What problem? I have no problem. This is how I act. This is my attitude towards everything."

"So you're a bitch to everyone?"

"No, I'm an angel, you ass," I say, my tone oozing with sarcasm.

I crossed my arms and walked with my head down, my bangs falling to cover my face. I heard him call out to me but I didn't care what he had to say anymore.

I just wanted to get home.

If you ask me, I probably could have ended that better, but here you go. Hopefully, it'll get better and because it's May and school is dying down, I'll be able to update pretty often but I honestly can't promise anything because to tell you the truth, I suck at finishing stories.