"Do I really have to go to school?" Dean whined for the tenth time that night. John Winchester and his two boys, Sam and Dean, were in yet another town in Southern Minnesota for one of John's hunts. Dean wasn't entirely sure what it was this time around. Maybe vampires? No, that was the last one. Dean racked his brain, trying to come up with the target of this particular escapade.
"Dean, you know you do. Just because hunting doesn't require a diploma doesn't mean that your education isn't important. Besides, we're only here until I can figure out who the spirit was, and burn the remains," the older Winchester lightly reprimanded. Spirit, Dean thought, that's what the focus of the current hunt was. Dean sighed, knowing he had lost the argument, yet again. It was only for a few weeks though; Dean could stick it out. He was tough.
"Fine," Dean gave, throwing his duffel bag down on the hotel bed him and Sammy would be sharing for the extent of their stay in the small town.
*BE MY ESCAPE *
The stares would we overwhelming if Dean and Sam weren't used to it by now. After all, if there's one thing that's consistent about being the new kid in high school, it was that everyone wants to get a peek at you. Even when it was the first day of the school year and everyone is consumed with greeting the friends they've only seen sparsely over the not quite long enough summer, it was still easy to pick them out of the crowd, with the air of difference surrounding the two boys. "Remember Sammy, if anybody gives you shit, you come to me right away, got it?" a teacher glared at Dean as she passed, presumably for his use of vulgar language, and Dean shot the about thirty year old woman a wink.
"Dean, how many times do I have to tell you? It's Sam," the younger Winchester huffed, puffing his chest out to display his maturity.
"Yeah, whatever you say, Sammy," Dean scoffed at his little brother. The way he sees it, it didn't matter how old or big his brother became. He would always be little Sammy to Dean. Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother, and walked off in the direction of the Junior High half of the school. Dean shrugged to himself, if Sam wanted to act grown up, he could be Dean's guest. But Dean knew he still slept with a night-light. The thought made Dean chuckle as he strolled towards his locker and threw his bag inside. He grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper. After all, it was the first day of his sophomore year, the boy thought. He might as well put a little effort in, at least for today. Dean slammed his locker shut and surveyed the hallway he was standing in. He had about ten minutes until class, which meant he had time to try and find the source of the delicious thing he smelled in the air. I bet they serve breakfast at this school, Dean thought to himself as he set off in the direction of the cafeteria.
He had to push his way through the crowd, but that wasn't much of a challenge with Dean's stature and the thick muscle he carried from the training his father had committed him and Sammy to. Finding himself at his destination, the school lunchroom, and the mouth-watering aroma Dean had smelled earlier increased ten fold. Looking up from where he was staring into blank space, Dean spotted the source of the glorious smell. Bacon. Of course the school cafeteria would serve bacon for breakfast. Maybe Dean wouldn't be so eager to get out of this place. Especially if they served breakfast like this every day. Dean walked over to the serving area and grabbed a plate, placing about ten pieces of bacon on it, paid for his meat and scarfed it down. He put his now empty plate in the basin set out for used dishes and made his way back out of the cafeteria and into the adjacent hallway. Dean drifted off into his thoughts as he walked. How long would they be here? Would Sammy be okay here? God, he hoped so. Suddenly Dean was pulled out of his thinking by a heavy weight crashing into his chest.
"Hey, watch where you're-" Dean's words were cut off abruptly as he stared into crystal blue eyes, the most beautiful he had ever seen.
"Please excuse me. I was not paying appropriate attention to my movement," the owner of the beautiful eyes said, casting them down and away, as if embarrassed by his running into the Winchester, then back up to Dean's face, making piercing eye contact.
"It-it's fine," Dean stuttered out. Jesus Dean, pull yourself together, he thought. "I, um, I'm Dean Winchester."
"I am well aware," the gorgeous creature spoke. "You are new. I am Castiel Novak, and am pleased to meet you, Dean Winchester."
"Yeah, um, me too. I mean, you too. I mean, uh, it's nice to meet you. Castiel," Dean stuttered his way through his reply, combing his eyes over the other boy's features. His tousled dark locks, his piercing crystal blue eyes, his chiseled jaw, and the very tops of his collar bones where they jutted out of his white button down shirt, the first couple of buttons undone, and covered by a tan trench coat, sleeves pulled up to his elbows. He was incredibly attractive, and who was Dean not to appreciate beauty when he saw it? The other boy, Castiel, tugged at his collar, flushing under Dean's intense gaze. Dean then looked back to the face of the exquisite specimen in front of him. Finding the other boy's eyes again, Dean engaged his own with them in a heated stare. They stood, eyes locked, for what seemed simultaneously like an eternity and a matter of seconds. Suddenly, Dean was jolted by a ringing sound he recognized at the first period bell. "Crap," Dean muttered, "I've gotta go. I'll- I'll see you around?" he wondered aloud.
"Until next time, Dean Winchester," Castiel uttered softly, slowly walking past Dean, but keeping his eyes on the boy.