A/N: Hi, I will get back to my other fanfictions; I just decided to start something different. So, this is my first AU so please don't flame me too much. Anyway, enjoy xoxo
Summary: Dean Winchester is the most popular guy in school. Castiel is the new kid. Dean has to compete for attention but has he started having feelings for him competitor? Also, how will he handle tragedy? Is Castiel as normal as he seems?
Disclaimer: If only. All I'm saying. If only.
Rating: M for later on.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Oh dear god, go to hell!" Dean Winchester yelled at his arch nemesis. His alarm clock.
"Dean, get up! Stop yelling at inanimate objects, we're going to be late for school!" His little brother, Sam, shouted through his door.
School. Speaking of arch nemeses.
He groaned and rolled out of bed. It was the first day of his senior year of high school but he didn't feel any different than he did last year, just more tired.
"Come on, Deano!" John Winchester yelled up to his oldest son.
"Oh for god's sake, gimme a minute!" He barked back before grumbling as he dug out some faded jeans and an old AC/DC t-shirt.
When he got downstairs he snagged a piece of toast off Sam's plate and 'accidentally' clipped him round the head with his backpack as he lifted it over his shoulder before he could complain.
"Dean, stop abusing your little brother," Mary sighed, although she wasn't even facing them.
"What? How did-"
"A mother knows, Dean," She turned and smiled at him as he rolled his eyes. She walked up to Dean and kissed him on the cheek as Sam stuffed the last of his books into him overflowing backpack and stood up, taking his plate to the sink and kissing Mary on the way back over to Dean. She hugged him back and smiled at them.
"Okay, well, we're going to go now. Bye mom," Dean said, waving as he clasped Sam on the shoulder.
"Yeah, bye mom,"
"Bye boys. Oh, before you head off, go see your dad in the garage, he's got something for you," She smiled slyly before turning to wash the dished.
Dean and Sam exchanged a curious look before heading to the garage.
"Hey dad!" Sam said as they came in.
John went to look up but unfortunately had his head under the bonnet of his beloved Impala, causing him to hit his head very hard.
Dean grimanced in sympathy, the amount of times he'd done that himself working on that very car.
"Hey boys," John answered, rubbing the crown of his head.
"So, mom said you had something for us?" Dean prompted.
"Well, actually just you Dean," He shot an apologetic look at Sam while Dean just smirked at his brother.
"Now you're in your senior year I thought you should probably have something so that you don't have to walk around all the time and since I retired I don't really have much of a need for her any more. Plus I know how much you love her, so…" He dug into his pocket and held out the keys to the Impala.
"Here,"
"W-what? You're giving me the Impala?" Dean was shocked, he reached out for the keys cautiously as if John would yank them back and laugh at his joke but he didn't.
"Yeah, I think it's time you had your own car," John smiled as Dean finally took the keys and hugged him.
Sam fidgeted slightly before sighing and saying, "Well, it's a good thing we have a car now because if we didn't we'd be late, now can we go?"
Dean laughed and thanked John before climbing in the front seat and starting the engine. Sam slipped into the passenger seat as Dean rubbed the stirring wheel affectionately.
Sam rolled his eyes and reached over to beep the horn, making Dean to jump and shoot him a dirty look before putting the Impala into reverse and pulling out of the garage with John waving them off.
When they pulled into the student parking lot the Winchesters realized the Impala wasn't the only new car there and the other one seemed to be getting all the attention Dean usually gets.
Dean was the most popular guy in school. That wasn't him being vain, it was just a fact, he wasn't used to being in the background.
Sam, on the other hand, was. He wasn't bullied, Dean made sure of that on Sam's first day – Dean's reputation was already perfect at that point – and some guy, Luke, had commented on the fact Sam always seemed to have his nose in a book and Dean had broken Luke's. No one picked on Sam again, news travels fast. Sam was just… in the background. And he was fine with that, he didn't like too much attention and he liked observing people, something done better when people don't realize they're being observed.
So Dean pushed his way to the front of the crowd gathering in front of the brand new silver SUV, Sam staying close behind so he could get through the path Dean made before it closes up again with curious students from all grades.
When they got to the front, there were six boys stood there.
One, clearly the oldest, had black hair and was average height, he looked about twenty-four. He said something to another one, maybe a little younger than him but still one of the oldest with caramel-colored hair that was pushed back out of the way of amber eyes that looked like they hid a permanent sense of amusement.
He looked about twenty. The younger of the two nodded and smiled at the others while the older one got into the car and drove off, leaving the other five. Dean took in the others' appearances too.
Two were black and stood very close, Dean could tell they were probably close. Both their heads were shaved and one was chubby while the other was skinny. The chubby one has a black t-shirt and black dress pants on while the skinny one had a scruffy green jacket with a brown top underneath and dark blue jeans. They looked about Dean's age.
The last two did too but they were both white and one had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and an air of confidence about him whereas the other had jet-black hair, bright blue eyes and looked nervous. His eyes were darting about as if he was expecting someone to pounce at him at any minute.
He was stood in between the confident one and the amused one, both of them stood close to him as if to protect him while the other two stood behind them, looking round absently.
The caramel-haired one looked around the crowd that had formed disapprovingly but didn't say anything. He was kind of short but the black haired one was shorter whereas the sandy haired one was about the older one's height so he spoke to him over the black haired ones head easily, grinning at the dirty look he shot him.
Dean couldn't hear what they were saying over the crowd's murmurs.
He decided to be the first to address the strangers.
"Hi, I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam, are you new here?" He spoke to the oldest, gesturing to himself and Sam before holding his hand out to him. The crowd went quiet and waited for the answer.
"Hi, I'm Gabriel Novak, these are my brothers, Balthazar-" The sandy haired confident one, "Uriel-" The chubby black one, "Raphael," The skinny black one, "and Castiel," The black haired one. "I'm not new here, I've been through the high school experience, don't fancy it again, but I'm here to sign the papers to get the others admitted," He slung his arm over Castiel's shoulder as he spoke, who looked increasingly uncomfortable and clung onto the strap of the backpack that was slung over his left shoulder, closest to Balthazar. He looked up and smiled at Dean before returning his attention to his shoes. He wore a loose black t-shirt and black jeans and converse. No jacket.
"Oh right, you'll need to go to the main office then right?" Dean asked, being as polite as possible.
"Yup, think you could give us any help on directions?"
"Sure, I'll take you there myself," He smiled as Gabriel took out a red lollipop and stuck it in his mouth, smiling back at him.
"Great, thanks! Come on kids, don't wanna be late for your first day of school!" He said in mock-excitement to the others. Uriel and Raphael exchanged a look as they rolled their eyes and Gabriel fell into step next to Dean, dragging Castiel along with him, Balthazar not far behind.
He seemed to take a liking to one of the girls in the crowd and winked as he walked off, causing her to giggle and blush back. Sam told Dean he was going to meet up with his friend, Jess, and that he'd meet him after school in the usual place.
The crowd followed and Castiel looked back a couple of times, looking worried, so Dean shot them a dirty look and yelled "What?" and they all dispersed.
"Thanks, Cassie doesn't really like crowds," Balthazar commented, ruffling Castiel's already messy hair. Dean noted the faint British ascent in Balthazar's voice he didn't pick up in Gabriel's although he hadn't heard the others speak.
He smiled past Gabriel at Castiel who gave Balthazar a dirty look but still didn't speak.
"So, how old are you all? What years you in?" Dean asked, finding that he sort of hoped Castiel was in some of his classes.
"I'm twenty one, I have a job at the candy store on Devil's Gate-" That was the road Dean lived on, "Balthazar, Cas, Uriel and Raphael are all seventeen. Well, Balthazar is eighteen in a few weeks,"
They're all in the same grade? Dean tried to figure out in his how that would possibly work with them all being brothers… and there was Uriel and Raphael… Dean shook his head and decided not to pry.
They got to the office and Gabriel filled out all the necessary forms while Balthazar flirted with the 11th grade girl who volunteered in the office.
When all the forms for all four of them were signed, the girl called Uriel forward and handed him his schedule, locker number and combination and a sheet he had to get each of his teachers to sign at the beginning and end of all his classes. She called Balthazar forward and gave him his paperwork and blushed as his hand brushed his and he winked at her. Then Raphael and finally Castiel.
"So what do you all have first?" Dean asked, standing closer to Castiel.
"French. Perfect," Balthazar said, happily.
"RE," Raphael groaned.
"Math," Uriel sighed.
"Poor guys. Cas?" Cas? Dean shook his head; Castiel didn't seem to have noticed.
"Lit," He answered simply.
"Mrs. Harvelle?" Dean hoped.
"Yeah,"
"Me too, I'll take you," He smiled at him and caught Gabriel smiling too.
They all said goodbye to Gabriel in the parking lot as he waited for Michael – their older brother, the one who had drove them – to come pick him up and take him to work. Dean pointed Uriel and Raphael in the right direction while the reception girl – Becky - took Balthazar to French, which he mentioned he was fluent in, and Dean took Castiel to Lit.
A/N: Okay, this is just a start, trust me, it'll get better. Let me know what you think! Xoxo
