A/N
Hello! Thanks for bothering reading my story :) I really suck at summaries, but yeah, fuck it. Excuse any grammar fails or something. I'm Norwegian _
Anyway, I'll try upload a chapter a week or something, but I don't know. Again, thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated :D
Chapter 1
"Why did we have to move?" Dean moaned when he climbed out of the car to examine the old house. It was a two storied house. Bright blue.
Mary, his mother, came over to him and squeezed his shoulder. "Oh, you'll like it, dear." It didn't answer his question, but he sighed and helped the others with some boxes.
Two hours later all the boxes were inside the house, and placed in the rooms they belonged. Sam started pulling his stuff out of the boxes, placing the things carefully where he wanted it, but Dean had just emptied the box in the middle of his room, and then just placed things everywhere.
Sam and Dean were very different, yet they had a better relationship than other brothers. They looked out for each other. They almost never fought, and Dean helped Sam out of trouble.
Dean couldn't stop thinking of the new high school. He was sure he was going to hate it. He'd always hated school. It simply wasn't his thing, but he had no other choice but to get through.
After unpacking he heard his mother call on them for dinner. "Coming mom!" he shouted back, but instead of walking down he let himself fall down on his bed. He sighed and closed his eyes, and soon he was asleep.
Dean woke up at 5:43 the next morning, still on the bed. The only change in his room was that the lights had been turned off, and the door was shut.
Dean sighed as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He stood up and grabbed some clean clothes from one of the boxes and went to the bathroom.
Even in there he had to browse through some boxes to find a towel and shampoo.
Dean showered until his mother knocked on the door. "Dean! The bus leaves in 30 minutes." She notified him. "And I want to use the bathroom too." He head Sam add.
"Yeah, yeah." Dean answered and turned the water off.
He dried off and pulled on a pair of boxers, but before unlocking the door he spent a minute just looking at himself in the mirror. He had short spiky brown hair and green eyes, and his body was slim and not too muscular, but he'd never really liked himself. He'd heard plenty of times how handsome and cute he was, but never really believed them. Dean didn't hate himself, but he neither liked him. He sighed and unlocked the door for his nagging brother.
Dean pulled on his pants and a t-shirt and went downstairs to get breakfast. "Morning son." John greeted him when he came into the kitchen. "Slept well?"
"Yeah." Dean muttered as he grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal. He poured some in his bowl and grabbed the milk his father handed him.
"Looking forward to school today?" John asked and buttered his toast. Dean pouted. "You think?" John laughed. "No, I doubt it."
After 10 minutes Sam and Mary joined them, but Dean had finished his cereal, and put the bowl in the dishwasher before walking back up to his room to find socks. He pulled on a blue flannel shirt and left it open. Then he tied his black converses and went back into the bathroom to fix up his hair.
5 minutes later he had to run to the bus stop.
He and Sam arrived the school after about 20 minutes, and they both stopped for a second to just look at it. It was nice enough; Dean decided to himself and walked inside.
He and Sam parted in the hallway. Sam headed for the reception while Dean headed for the classrooms. His first class was English.
Dean smirked at several of the girls he walked by, like always, and they blushed as they walked past him. Girls were something Dean always had been interested in, and they always seemed interested in him too, yet he wasn't that long-time relationship kind of type. He was more of the one-night-stand kind of type. Neither of the parts seemed to mind a one night stand.
Dean finally found the right classroom, and headed inside. The rest of the class was already in their places. The teacher, an old gray haired man, smiled at him as he entered the room. Dean just smiled quickly back. "Ah, you must be Dean Winchester." He said. "Welcome to Lawrence High School! I'm Professor Novak."
Dean just nodded and looked at the class. They made him feel very welcome. In a sarcastic way. This was going to be so much fun.
"You can take the desk by Gabriel." The professor continued and pointed at a brown haired guy with hazel eyes in the middle of the classroom. Dean nodded and walked over to the guy and sat down on the free chair.
"Hi, I'm Dean." Dean said to the guy and smiled.
"Gabriel." He smiled back and reached him his hand. "Nice to meet you." Gabriel had playful eyes and curls in his neck which reminded Dean very much of Sam.
"Quiet now!" Professor Novak warned, and started class.
Dean felt happy when he walked through the front door in the house after school. He and Gabriel had become friends already, and it seemed like they had lots in common. He had an older brother, Michael, and they both liked the same kind of music and girls. They also had plenty of common classes.
They had planned to meet the next day at Gabriel's place, just a few blocks down the street. Dean honestly couldn't wait.
"How was school? You seem happier than you should." Mary stated with a smile when Dean entered the kitchen. Dean smiled back at her. "School sucked as usual, but I actually got a friend, believe it or not."
"That's great! Who is it? What's his name? Who's the parents?" typical Mary. Typical mothers. They always wanted to know everything.
"His name is Gabriel. Year older. He lives with his brother and father not far from here. I'm going there tomorrow after school." Dean said. "Any dinner?"
Mary shook his head. "Just find something to eat. But that's great, Dean!" Dean just nodded and grabbed a bowl and some cereal. Just then Sam came back home as well. He didn't seem too happy. "What's wrong, Sammy?" Dean asked and tilted his head a little.
Sam rolled his eyes. "I have nicknames already." He said annoyed and threw his bag down before grabbing a bowl as well.
"I'm sorry Sam." Dean patted his back. "I'll talk to them tomorrow."
"No!" Sam said loud. "Only cowards ask their brother for help." Sam looked down in the empty bowl and lowered his voice. "I don't want to be a coward."
Dean nodded. "Understand, but then you'll have to give 'em in, you know. Punch them in the face!"
Mary turned at Dean with a strict expression on her face. "No fighting, Sam, Dean. You know what happened last time Dean."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, sure mom." Last time Dean had gotten into a fight with some douches in his other school and ended up in hospital with a few broken ribs and several nasty bruises in his face and rest of his body. He was laid up for three weeks and had to take it easy for even another month.
Dean was unpacking in his room the rest of the day trying to make the time fly. It was an unsuccessful attempt. The day passed so slow, that when he was done unpacking he made some toast and went to bed.
Dean jumped when his alarm went off the next day. He didn't want to get up. The bed was so comfortable and warm, and the room was cold. He sighed heavily and got out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to have a shower before Sam.
An hour later he sat in History with Gabriel, bored to death. The teacher, a woman with blonde hair and a tight skirt and red lipstick was babbling on about the French revolution. Dean had no idea why he had to learn all this. He was gonna be a mechanic after all. If there was something that interested him it was cars and how they worked. He especially loved his black '67 Chevy impala his parents gave him for his 16th birthday. The car was pretty much everything that was on his mind that day and of course the trip to Gabriel.
At the end of the day Dean had more homework than he'd ever had all his life. His bag was heavy on his shoulder when he walked down the street towards his friend's house.
"Hey, just to warn you so you won't freak out;" Gabriel started sending Dean a playful smirk. The guy was at least half a head shorter than Dean. "My name is actually Gabriel Novak."
Dean frowned in confusion. "And..?"
Gabriel punched his arm with a chuckle. "And our English teacher is named Thomas Novak. He's my father." Dean shook his head. "Man, how do you survive? I mean, no offense, but that guy's just so.." he had to think a few seconds for an adjective that wouldn't offend Gabriel. "Strict!"
Gabriel laughed again. "Strict is just an understatement. He's not just strict; he's religious too, like my mother was. We're all named after angels." The shorter man said as he opened to door to the house. They were finally there. The hallway was short and there was a living room to the left, kitchen to the right and stairs forward. An older boy came jumping down the stairs. He had bright brown hair and green eyes. "Dean, meet Michael. My big bro." Dean frowned over the way Gabriel's voice turned colder as he spoke about his brother, like there were some tension between them.
Michael nodded at Dean, not even smiling. "Hello." He muttered and pushed past Gabriel. "Move, idiot. I'm trying to get through." Then he disappeared out the front door.
Dean huffed. "Seems nice." His voice was so sarcastic the sarcasm almost ran out of his mouth. Gabriel nodded. "You have no idea."
Dean turned his gaze at the living room and saw another boy sit in a chair in the corner with his nose buried in a book. Gabriel noticed Dean saw him. "Oh, that's my younger brother, Castiel. You and him are on the same age, I think." Then he lowered his voice. "He's quite fucked up. Anxious and stuff. Home schooled."
The moment Castiel heard his name he looked up, and Dean caught his eyes. It was the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen. The boy's hair was black and messy, but it looked good on him. They stared at each other for another few seconds before Dean saw the fear in Castiel's eyes as he looked away and back down in the book. "Hello." Dean said to the guy. He had no idea what made him do it, or what made him stare at the boy for so long.
Castiel looked up at Dean again. "Hi." Was the weak reply. The voice. That damn voice. Even though it was just a whisper, it was a voice Dean would never ever forget. It was not very deep, but manly. Then he looked away again. Dean felt Gabriel elbow his arm. "Come on. He's a waste of time." Dean wanted to shout 'no', but decided not to. The feeling in his stomach made him unsure, but one thing was sure; he was completely lost in the blue eyed boy.
