Hi there. I've had this story idea in my head for quite some time now, about a month or so. However, I haven't written anything down yet because I am suffering from a terrible disease. It's called writer's block. Anyway, that I why I am here now, sitting in my room at my desk wearing my cloud-print pajama pants at 11:30 PM finally getting this out of my system. The story line has changed over the course of a month, and I think it will be better than ever. I must warn you though, I am also currently working on a Harry Potter fic, so I might not always be able to update, but I will try my best. This is also my first male x male fic, so bear with me as we dive deep into the world of high schoolers Dean and Castiel as they figure out how to love themselves and one another. Please, please, please review. It would mean so much and will help me with my writing. Don't afraid to be harsh, I can take it. By the way, this was supposed to go up last night but my computer weirded out so I couldn't post it until this morning. So terribly sorry. -gracegranter

It all started junior year, when Castiel Kasyanov decided to move into Lawrence, Kansas and enroll in Lawrence High, home of the Angels. Dean had just sat down at his lab bench in Chemistry, when a boy burst into the classroom. He was wearing jeans and a baggy black hoodie, and damn, those eyes were the bluest Dean had ever seen. Yeah, sure Dean was straight but that doesn't mean he disliked boys. In fact, if they were handsome enough, and he was drunk enough, he might swing the other way for a couple hours. However, something felt off in Dean's gut when he laid eyes on this mystery. It felt pleasant enough, but it still shot tingles up his spine. It really didn't help when the boy started back. He was staring into the abyss of endless blue eyes.

"Mr. Winchester," Ms. Mulker said as she cut off his staring contest with mystery guy, "did you hear what I just said?"

"Y-yes," he stammered out, "I did, sorry."

"Then please move your books to the other side of the desk so Castiel can sit down." Castiel, that's an odd name, don't you think? I'll have to question him about it later-it'll give me a chance to talk to him anyways (yay!). Wait, what? I'm not drunk. I'm not excited to be hanging out with him, not with those dreamy blue eye-. "Mr. Winchester," Ms. Mulker's cold tone cut across, "do I have to come move those books myself, or can you do it like a big boy?" The rest of the class sniggered. He moved his books to the other side and Castiel sat down with a huff.

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Castiel, by the way," he said while extending his hand.

"Yeah, I know," Dean said gesturing to the book with Castiel's name neatly written out on the cover, "I'm, uh, I'm Dean. Nice to meet you." With that Castiel turned back to the board to pay attention to whatever boring thing Ms. Milton was droning on about.

"Ok, class, remember projects are due next Friday and you must work with your assigned lab partner." The bell rang.

Later that day, Dean found Cas being pushed up a locker by the school bully, and consequently the captain and star of the football team, Alistair. Every student was either watching or ignoring the fight. You didn't want to get in a fight with Alistair. Dean didn't know if he should step in or not. I mean, sure he was one of the best players on the football team, but that didn't mean Alistair would hesitate to kick him off. Well, it was worth a shot. Plus, he didn't want to see Cas get hurt.

"Hey, Alistair," Dean shouted pushing through the crowd of students, "come on man, don't beat him up its his first day here. If you need something to punch, hit me."

"Awww, is little Dean-o trying to stick up for the new kid, the freak?" Alistair whined out, grinning like the devil himself.

"Really, you have no proof that he's a freak, come on just stop," Dean pleaded.

"No," Alistair dropped Cas, who crumpled on the floor, "I run this school, not you. You don' get to tell me when to stop." He spit in Dean's face. He walked back over the Cas and shoved him against the locker. At this point, that's all that was keeping Cas up. "Hey freak, I got a question for you," Alistair said in soft, dangerous tone, "Today's the first day of school, which means it's pretty warm. So why the hell are you wearing long sleeves?" Cas' eyes winded at this statement. "Oh, it looks like someone has something to hide."

"No, Alistair, please don't," Cas spoke his first words since the beginning.

"Too late for begging kid," He lifted Cas sleeves up, everyone gasped at the sight. There were old white ones, barely there, and ones that had scabbed over, and ones that looked like they had been there for less than an hour. "Looks we really do have a freak our hands, don't we?" He dropped Cas and started walking away, as did most of the students.

"Hey! Everyone, don't leave!" Dean didn't want to do this, but it might prevent Cas from being Alistair's target.

"Dean, Dean, Dean," Alistair said shaking his head, "didn't I tell you, that I run this school, not you. You don't get the attention you want, only when I say you do.

"Then let's see if this catches everyone's attention." Dean lifted up his sleeves, and there were cuts and scars there, matching Cas'. Everyone gasped. Sure, Dean wasn't super popular, but he was well known and liked among the school. He took everybody's shock as a chance to run and help Cas up.

They limped back to Dean's baby, '67 black Chevy Impala, together. Cas was struggling to speak through his split lip, but he did it.

"Dean, thanks, for you know, back there."

"No problem, dude. You seem like a pretty nice guy. Just don't double cross paths with Alistair. That guy can be a real bitch sometimes."

"Well, thank you no one has ever stuck up for me before."

"Alright, alright. Enough with the mushy gooey stuff. Just tell me where you live. Cas gave him the address, and Dean stared back in shock. "Dude, I think we might be neighbors. How awesome is that? I think someone up there," nodding his head up, meaning heaven, "wants us to be friends. First it's the lab partners in bio, then I save you from a bully, then it turns out were neighbors. Huh."

They were silent all the twenty minutes to get home, it wasn't an awkward silence. If anything it was a comfortable one. It turns out the lived right next to each other, and the best part was the boys' bedrooms were facing each other, so they could talk all they want. Well, in Morse code or some other form of communication. Dean pulled into his own driveway, and helped Cas out of the car. Together they walked up to Cas', wide, wooden porch.

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah, see you Cas, oh god sorry you must hat that name. It just slipped out."

"No, I kind of like it actually." On that note, Cas opened his door and walked inside. Getting his cue, Dean turned and walked off the porch to walked to his house, with a warm feeling spreading through his body.