Mr. Castiel Novak was one of those teachers that only a certain breed of students liked. The ones who actually liked learning seemed to like him enough. The slackers of the group however, did not. He actually taught and that was a problem for some students. Plus, being the Earth Science teacher didn't even give him the excuse of teaching something 'fun' or 'cool.' (Well, in their opinion, anyway) He, however, enjoyed his job. It was fascinating to him how our earth formed and what everything consisted of. His students, on the other hand, had a hard time staying awake during his lectures. He couldn't help it, though. He just got so wrapped up in what he was talking about and would get off topic, eventually talking through the entire 45 minutes of class. "Oh." He would say after the bell rang and the students would begin to pack up and leave. "Guess we'll just get to that worksheet tomorrow." He's starting out at a new school this year and has hope that maybe these students will be slightly more interested than his last school's were.

Mr. Dean Winchester (That's Coach to you, punk) doesn't even really qualify as a 'teacher.' Sure, he teaches gym class, but the school just gave him that gig because they wanted him to coach football and the coach had to be employed at the school. Or something. Honestly, being a high school gym coach is...well, boring as hell. You basically just baby sit these freshmen kids while they run around the gym and play basketball. Really, he can't complain too much. He gets paid an alright amount, has good benefits and doesn't have to grade papers. He's on his way to the teachers lounge to grab a cup of joe before the first day starts when he spots a new teacher walking by. Well, he assumes he's new. Hell, he's never seen him before. Usually, Dean wouldn't have noticed the 'new guy.' But, this guys eyes. Wow. The brightest blue Dean had ever seen and...wait. Was he really thinking about another man's eyes? He shook his head. A little weird, Dean. He went into the teachers lounge and went straight for the shit coffee. Hey, it may taste like gasoline, but it has caffeine and that's what he needs. His brother, Sam, is in the teacher's lounge as well, going over lesson plans or...something.

"Hey, Sammy." Dean said as he poured some coffee into a mug.

Sam sighed. "I'm not twelve." He muttered

"You are to me." Dean took the seat at the table across from Sam. "So," He continued. "Who's that new teacher guy?"

"What, the one in the trench coat?" Sam asked

Trench coat? Dean hadn't even noticed that. Once again, weird. "Yeah, that one..."

"New Earth Science teacher." He said, "Forget his name though."

'Wow. Really helpful, Sam.' Dean thought, and he wasn't sure why he even wanted to know in the first place. Chalking it up to pure curiosity, he stood up. "Well, whatever." He said, looking down it his watch. "I've got some freshmen to terrify."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Have fun..."

It was Castiel's lunch break and so far, his first day had gone, well, just like any other first day ever. Some kids were excited to be back in school. Others, were still half asleep and just couldn't wait to get back home. They all showed the usual amount of enthusiasm when he passed out his syllabus. And, of course, he got the usual 'who cares about rocks' comment. Twice. Sighing, he grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and shrugged it on. He grabbed his keys and locked his classroom before heading down the stairs and outside to his car. He lived just a few minutes away and couldn't wait to get home and heat up that leftover Chinese food. (Plus, he had to let Copper, his corgi, out of the house for a few minutes.) As he approached his old jeep, he noticed the guy he passed in the hallway earlier getting into an old muscle car. He hadn't been sure whether or not the guy had been a teacher by his clothes; just a pair of jeans and a dark t-shirt. Now, of course, Castiel assumed that he was, seeing as he'd been there all day. Their eyes met and Castiel held his gaze for longer than what was maybe completely necessary. But, hey, that's just Castiel. The other guy was the first to break the stare and get into his car and speed away. Castiel, thinking nothing of it, climbed into his jeep and headed home for lunch.

'Well that was weird.' Dean thought as he sped towards the closest fast food joint in town. Was that just awkward eye-fucking with Mr. Blue-eyes? He shook his head. No, the guy was probably looking at something behind, Dean. Yeah that was it. Still, Dean couldn't shake the feeling that he was...oddly drawn to this guy. He wasn't sure if it was the trench coat, the fucking blue eyes or the fact that he was just someone new. Any way you look at it, it was weird. Dean has always been an anti-social guy. Not to mention straight as straight can be. Surely he wasn't attracted to this new guy. No, no. It was just because he was new. That's all.

After lunch, Castiel was about to hurry out the door when he noticed a message on his answering machine. He checked his watch and, deciding he had time, he played the message. "Yo, Cas, it's Gabe. Just wanted to see if you got settled in to your new place alright. Oh, also, I need a place to stay for a few weeks. Evicted. Go figure. Call me back."

Castiel rolled his eyes. Of course it was Gabriel. He was one of the few family members that he actually kept in contact with. Well, other than Balthazar. That was saying something, considering they came from a rather large family. Michael was the oldest brother, followed shortly by Zachariah and Balthazar. Then came Raphael, Anna, Hester, Gabriel and finally, Castiel. Growing up in a family of eight kids was rough, particularly being the youngest of those eight. Oh, and not to mention the fact that his parents had been overly conservative and religious. Did you not notice the angel names? Castiel had all sorts of expectations thrust upon him. "Live up to Michael in sports." "Oh, why aren't you as good as Raphael in math?" "Why can't you be obedient like Zachariah?" Well, at least he always had Gabe and Balthazar to make him look good. You see, Gabriel is an eternal child. He may be two years older than Castiel, but he sure doesn't act like it. With a sweet tooth from hell and an odd sense of humor, he was nearly grounded 90% of the time. Then, there's Balthazar who only looks out for himself and has a sarcastic comment about everything. Yes, with them around Castiel managed to look like a 'good son.' Until college, at least.

In his early teens, Castiel began to notice something about himself. He didn't like girls the way his older brothers seemed to. In fact, he had never even thought of girls in that way. Ever. Instead, he found himself having a crush on Anna's boyfriend. That was when he knew he was gay. To him, it wasn't a big deal. So he liked men instead of women. Did it really matter? To his parents, yes. Castiel lived his whole high school career terrified of them finding out. He even 'courted' a girl for a few months just to give 'being normal' a try. It ended horribly and he hated every second of it. In college, Castiel decided he was done being who they wanted him to be, and was just him. He was even ballsy enough to take his boyfriend home to meet the family. Granted, it was a terrible decision and he never heard from the guy again. Still, the truth was out (and so was he) and he could get on with his life. So what if his parents disowned him and he never heard from any of his siblings other than Balthazar and Gabriel? He never liked the others anyway.

Mentally noting that he needed to call Gabe back, Castiel headed back to the school. It was going to be a long afternoon.