Hi guys , sorry you'll have to Bear with this is my first fanfiction ! reviews would really be appreciated as i could use the feed back
went back and edited this chapter as full of mistakes but Fanfiction just hates me at the moment so it went wrong and had strange symbols instead but hopefully this actually works this time !
I don't own supernatural of any of the character blah blah blah ... on with the story !
The black impala crawled along the dull gravel path towards Atlantis high school. A 17 year old Dean Winchester climbed out the car and slammed the door shut, the sound echoed into the eerily silent high school.
They were late. Everyone was already in lesson and once again he and his kid brother Sam would be the new guys, outcasts exposed to the school when they arrived to home room after it had already begun. Then again what did it matter; another city, another town, another school, it would be left behind after a few weeks anyway.
"Come on Sammy." called Dean turning towards the car as a smaller than average brown hair boy stumbled out with a huge backpack. Splat onto the floor, with a grin stretching across his face, Dean gently jogged around car and lifted Sam back onto his feet. Grumbling under his breath that he was big enough to take care of himself, Sam dusted of his jeans and begrudgingly thanked Dean with a nod.
Johns Sunken face poked of the driver seat window, "you boys gonna be okay, don't need me to come in?" Dean put his muscly arm around the scrawny kid still struggling for balance and stared at the floor. "nah dad, we're all right" John leaned his head further out the window; as if being two inches closer would make all the difference, "don't worry boys I'll have this job done in no time, barely a scratch and don't worry bout school you'll do great,"
Sam just nodded, it was the usual routine.
"I don't know if I'll be back tonight but I'll try and call, okay?"
"Yes Sir," replied Dean.
John nodded wanting to say something more to reassure his sons but he just didn't know how, "Dad…" started Dean solemnly, "just err… try and stay safe,"
"always do son," he said with a wink as he waved goodbye, not wanting his sons to see his face and the boys watched the impala roll off into the distance.
Dean turned his gaze from the car towards Sam, he bent down to Sam's ever increasing height and started with a lovingly firm grip on Sam's arm and a stern gruff voice inherited from their father "now Sammy if anyone gives you any trouble today, you tell me an I'll... "
"Yeah, yeah whatever " interrupted Sam ; There was no arguing with Dean who was adamant on protecting his little brother. Dean ruffled sam's hair and smiled as he bashfully pushed him away and began trying to straighten his untidy mop. Sammy was the best thing had and he never wanted him to change.
The Winchester brothers received their time tables from a bat eyed lady at reception, who stared disapprovingly at them for tardiness, as well as their locker keys but it was too late to try and find them as first period had already begun and walked their separate ways down the corridor towards their next lessons. Dean stared down at his timetable 'food'. Not too bad for a first lesson. Hell as long as it wasn't tofu burgers or health shakes it was good with him.
After a few minutes of hopelessly wandering through the school Dean stumbled upon the classroom in the oldest part of the building, He opened the wobbly door leading inside to see a room full of flour covered students all staring at him. He put on a brave face as Per-usual and pretended not to care. A middle aged woman with short cut hair eyed him through round glasses before turning back to the class "we haven't got all day, get on with it then go he's not a dancing monkey!" the class gave a mutual chuckle and got back to their projects. She waltzed over to where Dean was standing one hand clutching his already crumpled timetable the other securing his well-worn backpack slung carelessly over his shoulder, "I'm Mrs Blanchet you must be Mr Winchester, " Dean nodded "your late, I'll let it slide today but next time it'll be a detention, now, " she said picking up a clipboard with a seating plan roughly sketched onto the tea stained paper. "You'll be over... there," she pointed over to a boy similar age to Dean with short dark hair, quite tall and dazzling blue eyes. "Next to Castiel." Dean could not help but stare for a moment, sure he (Dean) had a rugged handsomeness but this guy had classical beauty, perfectly chiselled face scruffy midnight hair, like a prince from a fairy tale. He had to be a total stud with the ladies He turned back to Mrs Blanchet "yes ma'am" and strolled across the isles of work benches to the back where Castiel worked alone.
He wore an electric blue plain t-shirt that fitted well except for his sleeves where it was too tight from his muscly arms. He looked up at Dean with curiosity, "Hi I'm Dean, I guess we're working together then," he chuckled trying to break the ice but Castiel stayed silent, "I'm Castiel ,ange-" he began before stopping and remembering his cover. "And I can't cook," he said simply gesturing towards the bowl of gloom that resembled baby sick. Dean grimaced at the bowl then turned back to Castiel who had not taken his eyes off Dean. "Well I'm not great but I think we need more flour, did you sieve it?" he said as he placed an apron reading "boys and bonbons" in a large red love heart rather embarrassed until he noticed Castiel picking up a pink flowery one seemingly unconcerned and shook his head. "Quick question what are we supposed to be making?"
"A pie of your choice however I have never tasted a pie so I have left the decision to you,"
Dean pulled a surprised face at Castiel "dude you've never had pie before? well I'll be damned! Right, now we gotta make you the best dang pie in the world!" Unfortunately the only thing left on the food pile was some very questionable blueberries,what used to be milk and half a pot of cream! But they gave it a go anyway; Dean began trying to rescue Castile's pastry as quick as he could by pouring the lumpy mixture into a blender and sieving a mountain of flour on top. He sneezed onto the back of his hand and told Castiel to turn it on so he could go a wash his hands in the 60's style sink on the work bench behind them. Castiel stared blankly at the machine, he didn't know what to do, and angels had never been required to make blueberry pie! Dean began was almost back at their kitchen now and he couldn't look as if he'd done nothing, "think , think Castiel " he thought to himself, when out of the corner of his eye he could see an on /off switch on the blender. Without thinking he flicked the switch just as Dean joined his side just in time for the flour, butter and everything else to come shooting out the top and covering the boys head to toe.
Dean stood next to Castiel and looked up to the ceiling where the yellowish liquid stuck and over to the work surfaces also covered in a thick layer of gunk, by this point the whole class had gone silent, he looked over at Castiel ;his new friend who had forgotten to put the lid onto of the blender, and laughed. He looked at Castiel then down at himself and laughed even harder, then Castiel did something he hadn't done in a long time, he laughed. They stood there laughing at each other Until Mrs Blanchet came over and smacked them both over the head with a tea-towel telling them to go to the showers then come back for lunch time detention and clean it up. Dean swaggered out of the classroom still chuckling and Castiel followed behind him feeling slightly ashamed for himself when he slipped on the wet floor and crashed forward into Dean knocking them both flat onto their stomachs laughing uncontrollably. Mrs Blanchet stomached a snigger and yelled at them to hurry up.
After sliding around school still with fits of uncontrollable laughter they grabbed their gym kits to change into for the remainder of the day, They made their way to the gym in comfortable silence with only the sound of their squelching trainers and dripping clothes to keep them company.
They stripped in the short shower cubicles leaving one in-between them so not to make it weird and locked the doors leaving their clothes on the old wooden bench but bringing the fresh towels and underwear in with them.
Dean turned the shower on and braced himself for the icy blast of water. It poured down him and into his hair taking off the gunk. He turned over to Castiel's cubical where he could see his head and muscly shoulders over the top of the cubicle. His ragged black hairs seemed darker from the damp of the water which only highlighted how stunningly blue his eyes were. Dean couldn't help but stare he thought to himself "they were bluer than a perfect summers day or the sea in a tropical island in the Bahamas, nothing could be so radiant and yet they were " he checked his head back into the water which was now hot and steaming "that's weird, he's a dude and I'm not gay or anything, just make polite conversation like two heterosexual guys"
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