Hi guys, this is my first real fanfiction. Hope it's not too boring and too long dragged out. This is really cliché, but I hope you'll like it. I won't write much about the classes, their subjects and what they learn in class because the American school system confuses me (I'm from Denmark, so it's completely different). Please tell me what you think. I was very concerned on whether I should post this, because I'm not sure it's any good. So please share your thoughts and you are welcome to point out mistakes I made. Just be nice.

If you don't like male on male sex, don't read it. Because there will be some kind of amount of that. I'm really bad with POV so it is all over the place. Hope it isn't too is gonna be pretty long as I already have written about 20 chapters. However, I'm gonna put them up here when I have the time to re-read and correct the mistakes I know I made. Probably not gonna be perfect anyway, but I'll try my best.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the Characters. If I did Dean and Castiel would had kissed by now at least.

Now I will stop my rant. I'm just procrastinating anyway, I'm kinda scared to put this up here. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Senior year. Finally here. Dean had been held back two years because of... well... Some incidents that happened. which he may or may not have been actually involved in.

He was now 24 years old. Two years older than most in his year. That sucked, but it wasn't like he actually knew what he wanted to do when he finished college anyway. Probably just get a job in the Singer & Winchester garage.

Cars he knew about. He could fix an engine faster than the speed of light. But school, that was a whole other story. He just wasn't suited for the school life. It wasn't like he was stupid or anything, he just wasn't a fast learner, when it came to school. The only subject he was any good at was physics, because it was so technical and they did a lot of practical work. In all the other subjects he couldn't concentrate when sitting in class. So he always ended up, one way or another, disturbing class.

After years of feeling bad about who he was and how he bothered and annoyed both students and teachers. Everyone ended up seeing him as a rebel that didn't bother to do homework and was too cool to pay attention in class. It wasn't like he enjoyed it, but in the end he figured he might as well live up to their expectations.

He didn't even want to go to college, it was his dad's idea, well, and Sammy's (It was probably Sammy who planted the idea in John's head). His dad didn't want him to end up like him in a junkyard of a garage as an underpaid and unappreciated mechanic, so he urged him to go to college. Dean couldn't say no to his dad. So that was what he did. Went to college. The only reason they could afford it was because of his football scholarship. That was the only thing at school he actually cared about. He just loved the feeling of running knowing that he had the fate of the game in his hands. In those 60 minutes he felt like he was worth something. Like he was good at something. Like he wasn't just an outcast nobody cared about.

It wasn't like he didn't have any friends. He hang out with the guys from the team. However, they just hang out because they were a team, they were supposed to. It wasn't like they actually cared about him. Maybe except for Benny, but they still weren't besties or anything.

Of course he also had Sammy, due to Dean being held back they were only two years apart school-wise. Then again, they lived completely different lives on campus. Sam was one of the nerds, a quite popular nerd, but a nerd nonetheless. He had also gotten a scholarship, but that was due to his brain. They lived in different dorms and hang out with completely different groups. Dean with the guys from the team, who were honestly just jerks and Sam with the nerds. Sam had actually made, being nerdy pretty cool.

Dean was quite lonely. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone, ever.

His day started off with English lit, he didn't really bother to pay attention. He had actually made all of his summer homework, but that was all the effort he could master. He got a lot of help from Sammy to understand it properly. He didn't even hand it in, before the teacher addressed him personally about, when he was about to leave. She just shook her head, Mrs. Moseley that is, she knew he had more in him than he let on. She could see it in the papers he turned in, but she had no idea what to do about him. Most of them was terrible, but she could really see he had the potential to do better.

At lunch he sat with his team mates, but he wasn't really in the mood to talk. Every time someone addressed him, he just played along and said what he thought might be the appropriate response.

As he was sitting there just staring into thin air, he noticed a teacher who seemed quite flustered dropping a whole bag of papers and trying to gather them again in a hurry. He had dark messy hair and he was wearing a way too big trench coat. The only thought he could muster at that moment was that he hoped he had classes with that teacher, then he would at least, have something to laugh at in class.

After lunch break he had advanced calculus. Again; his dad's idea, he still really didn't bother. He sat down at the back of the class and got ready to snooze off. He was so fed up with school. He just didn't fit in here. He was impatient to get this day over with. The first day after summer break was always unbearable.

He didn't hear the teacher enter, but he heard him trying to quiet down the class. He had to try more than once, but at the last try when he raised his deep voice the class fell quiet. Dean couldn't help looking up from his desk. He saw the dark messy hair pointing out in every direction and then their eyes caught each other. Green drowned in blue and blue in green.

When Dean broke free from the eye contact, he gulped and thought to himself; maybe this year was gonna be better.

Thank you for reading :) Please comment, it would make my day to know what you think