Hello guys I've been meaning to write a Destiel fanfiction for the longest time. Well here is the first chapter, if anything is confusing its probably something that will be explained in a later chapter. Please tell me what you think guys.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters involved in supernatural.

Prologue: After the death of their father the Winchester boys felt alone, it was just them and no one could save them from sinking further and further down. Tragedies that plagued their life never seemed to end. Bobby knew he had to help his boys in some way, they seemed to be losing hope in this world. He needed to find somewhere that they could be happy so he left his town in Illinois and brought them to a the town of Lansing, Michigan. That was the best city Bobby could find to get work, and be able to take the boys up north to his cabin by the lake. Their school doesn't look all that great, but they would have to make the best of it.

Chapter 1: The New Kids

Dean walked down the stairs of Bobby's house, heading towards the table where Sam was sitting eating cereal. He then proceeded to pour himself a bowl and sat across the table from his brother. "Where's Bobby" Dean said in curious voice. "He left for work about 15 minutes ago" Sam said while taking in another spoonful of cereal. Bobby had gotten a job at the local Garage/Salvage yard. The boys were grateful for their adopted Dad to be doing all of this for them. Sam finished his breakfast and headed to his room to get his backpack. It was the boys first day at their new school, Sexton High School. "Come on Dean, we're gunna be late if you don't hurry up." Sam yelled from the front door.

Dean proceeded to put his dishes in the sink and run upstairs to get his bag as well. They both walked outside to Dean's car, a black 67' Impala. He had gotten the car from his father before he passed away. Sam and Dean got into the vehicle and the older Winchester started the engine, and it roared to life. When they arrived at the school they parked in the student parking section. The school seemed big on the outside, but when they got inside it was a lot smaller than they expected. They went inside the office to ask where the counseling center was and were directed several doors down the hall. Since they had gotten to the school early, not many students were there yet, or they were in the cafeteria eating breakfast. The boys entered the counselors office, and were greeted by Ms. Hubbard, the head counselor.

They went into her office, it didn't take that long to sort out their schedules. Dean was a Senior, and Sam was a Freshman. When they exited the room, a lot more students were flooding the hallways. The boys knew this was an inner city school, but they did expect it to be so ghetto. The lights were flickering, and there were loud kids that you'd only expect to see in the Ron Clark story except these kids weren't going to improve. Well some of them looked like they might be smart, but not many of them. Sam and Dean parted to head towards their classes. Dean had AP Biology first hour, he stopped at the locker he was assigned and put his bag inside.

He got to the classroom on time after being directed by this kid named Michael Milton. When he entered the classroom he was given a text book by the teacher, Mr. Farrel. "Good Morning class, we have a new student today" Mr. Farrel gestured at Dean for him to introduce himself. "Uhhh Hi my names Dean Winchester." Dean said, slightly embarrassed because he hated introductions. Mr. Farrel directed him to the open seat at the front of the classroom. He got to sit next to his new friend Michael, and on the other side of him was some kid he hadn't met yet. He didn't want to bother the kid because he was talking to another kid that was on the other side of him. The teachers was lecturing, when the phone rang. He headed towards it and picked it up. Dean whispered over to Michael asking who those two guys were

"They're these gay kids named..." Michael said before getting cut off. "First of all, you don't need address us as 'those gay kids', and second of all if he wanted to know who we were he could have asked us himself. My name is Scott, and this is Castiel." Scott said while pointing to the boy he was sitting next to. Dean wasn't sure what to say, because he had offended them. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend, I just simply wanted to know who you were and you seemed busy so I didn't bother you. I just wanted to make some new friends since it was his first day." Dean said. The green eyed boy didn't even know why he wanted to talk to them, he wasnt gay. He just thought maybe he wanted to make more friends and make the best out of living here, but there was this weird feeling that kept telling him to be friends with Castiel.

He didn't know why, but he was drawn to the teen's blue eyes and innocent looking nature. "Well you could have just waited to ask us, its more formal that way. Besides you seem like just another bigot, unless you are a closet case. We get enough from bullies in this school, just because we're gay we get harassed, and just because we are together all the time people think we're a couple. We arent, we are just best friends, not that you care. If you really want to be our friends then you'll have to prove yourself. I'm not trying to act like we're special or anything, because we aren't. We are just like any other normal people." Castiel said.

"Yeah I can do my best to prove myself, but I'm not a ffffa...gay. I have no problem with gay people, my brother is openly gay as well. " Dean said while cursing himself in his head. He almost let a bigot term come out of his mouth. He tries so hard to not say those terms since Sam came out to him, but his father had drilled them into his head. He wasn't even their friends yet and he already was fucking stuff up. "Hmmm okay then, just watch it. I dont know what background you came from, but I'd rather not hear bigot terms. I really would like to have some new friends around here, but not ones who talk about me behind my back." Castiel said with force. The teacher got off the phone and continued his lecture. Dean felt someone poke him, and he turned around to see that it was some blonde girl. "Hey my name is Jo Harvelle" she said while extending her hand for Dean to shake. "Don't think they're mean, because those two boys are some of the nicest people that I have ever met, they just take so much crap from the bigots at this school that you can never be too careful. Unless you are a bigot, than you deserve the rudeness and more." Jo said in a soft voice that only Dean could hear.

Before Dean knew it was lunch time. Sam and Dean requested that they have the same lunch hour, so Sam could be watched over by Dean. He was really protective of his little brother, and would do anything to make him happy. Thats why he was going to find a part time job to help bring in money for Sam's college fund. With Sam's high grades there was no doubt that he could get into the college of his dreams. Dean had to make it happen, he wanted Sam to be happy; even if that meant that he would have to suffer. Sam deserved it after the incident that happened a couple years before.

Sam was still scarred from it. Dean was still scarred from it, and he blamed himself for not being able to do anything about it. The brothers sat at a table with Michael, and his younger brother Gabriel that was in the same grade as Sammy. They spent most of their time telling each other about their day. Sam told Dean that it was good, and there were only a couple people that let out offensive slurs to him. Dean thought that was probably just because he was new and not a lot of people knew him. The lunch room seemed loud, hot, and crowded. Dean hated being in places like this, but he took his mind off of it.

Dean noticed that Castiel was sitting with his friends at the table across the room. He wanted to go over and say hi, but he was still listening to his brother talk about how he liked all of his classes. He made a mental note that it would be kind of stalker like to just randomly approach Castiel, so he just stayed at his table listening to his brother talk. Surprisingly he began to talk to Gabriel. He didn't know much about the kid, but he seemed to have a sweet tooth judging from the amount of candy he removed from his lunch bag. Sam seemed happy that he made a new friend, and Dean was happy as well. He wanted his brother to feel that way. The rest of the day was uneventful, and Dean seen Castiel a couple more times, and talked to him; actually getting to know him a little more.

He wondered when it his mind had focused solely on Castiel, but he put it off as nothing and got in his car with Sam. Then he started the engine and began his drive home. This might place might help me, Dean thought. I'm really tired of being sad and lonely all the time, he thought again. Dean knew he had something wrong with his emotions, but he just hid everything. He needed to make Sam the first priority. When the boys got home, Sam went to do his homework and Dean went to his bed to crash. He fell asleep almost instantly for it had been a long day for him.