A/N Okay guys, here's my new story. Not sure if it's going to work so reviews would be very useful :D I hope you enjoy it!

As Dean walked through the dingy school halls on Monday morning, he couldn't help but play the drop-out game. Who was going to end up in some back end restaurant or in a clothes shop was all part of the fun. Don't get him wrong, it wasn't like he had much of a future stuck in the family business but it was better than being stuck in this town his whole life. As he turned the corner, he got his phone out and began looking at his emails, suddenly he crashed into another student; sending their books and papers flying into the air and landing strewn across the hallways.

"I'm very sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." The student fumbled, his accent was high class and he was very polite. Dean bent down to help pick up the papers, when he looked up his green eyes were met by bright blue ones. It caused Dean to become shocked for a second and he couldn't help but stare into them, he shook himself off and stood up, handing the papers to the student. He wasn't far off Dean's height; a little shorter. His black hair was stuck out with some look of it trying to be tamed. He was wearing a white shirt with a grey waistcoat and a pair of leg hugging jeans all topped off with a pair of dapper black dress shoes. Dean felt extremely under dressed in his blue jeans and leather jacket.

"No, no. It was, er ,totally my fault." Dean smiled and the student smiled back. "I'm Dean by the way." He held out his hand and the student shook it firmly, a small smile on his pale face.

"Castiel." Dean got a bit lost in Castiel's eyes and didn't catch what he'd said, Dean pulled an embarrassed face and laughed awkwardly. "Sorry?"

"Would you mind directing me to room 12? I'm new and a little lost."

"Yeah sure, I'm in there now. This way." Dean began walking and Castiel soon followed suit.

"So where are you from Castiel?"

"I just moved here from London a few weeks ago, I've never been to a public school before so I'm a little confused." Dean nodded in affirmation, he could practically smell the money coming off this kid.

They finally reached room 12 and Dean made an immediate bee-line for his seat at the back of the room whilst Castiel went to speak with their English teacher. Dean had never been good at English so he actively tried to avoid any contact with anyone during the hour, however that all changed when Castiel was seated right in front of Dean.

"It's the only space left." He heard his English teacher say, yeah right. There were plenty, the jerk just wanted to make sure Dean wasn't texting during lessons again.

As the lesson went on, it became very clear that Castiel was incredibly clever. He was quiet and only tended to answer when asked but when he did, everyone was sent into aw. His slightly poetic out-look was something of a master piece and every time he spoke, Dean got little chills. He snapped himself out of it, Dean was straight... Wasn't he?

After the lesson, Dean made a hasty exit, he was going to go and hang out with his buddy, Ash and they wanted to make sure they got into the lunch hall first, otherwise all the 'good' food would be gone. He was just about to exit the English block when he felt someone next to him, he looked over to find himself staring into those incredibly blue eyes again.

"I'm sorry to bother you again, Dean but could you show me to the yard?" His manners and tone of voice made Dean melt inside and he couldn't help but smile at Castiel.

"Erm, yeah sure. Just go down that corridor and exit through the double doors at the bottom." Castiel smiled and it gave Dean shivers.

"Thank you." He walked off in the opposite direction and resumed on his mobile phone. Dean was about to go to the lunch hall when his curiosity got the better of him, did Castiel even have any friends? Dean followed the boy through the corridor and out the doors. He watched as the Castiel, he saw him walk right to the bottom of the fielded area and sit underneath one of the large oak trees at the bottom. Once he had sat down, he got his iPod and headphones out of his bag, along with a sketchpad and pencil and began drawing. Dean smiled, this boy was intriguing and he gave off an aura that made Dean melt, maybe they could be friends one day? Dean didn't know but he began moving hastily towards the lunch hall, trying not to act like a creeper.