Cas sat in his room, he started West Rogers High School tomorrow and he wasn't ready. He put his head in his hands, his thoughts were harsh, and it made things worse; listening to music didn't help either. He walked into his bathroom with tears streaming down his face, slamming the door shut; he pulled up his sleeve and pulled the blade out of his drawer; looking down at his pale skin, seeing all of the little lined he had made. He took the blade down and pressed it across his skin, his arm slowly filling up with red; he said what was in his head with every cut:

You are worthless.

Fag

Go kill yourself.

Failure

He looked down at the mess he had made; his therapist told him that things would get better, that those words won't hurt anymore, that he was going to be okay... but her words were false. He cleaned himself up and kept his sleeves covering the fresh lines across his skin; he didn't want any more medication. With the tears still in his eyes, he looked up and asked, "Why'd you have to go? Why?" His vision was blurry and his eyes burned; his tears came down his cheeks like tiny waterfalls, he felt as though he never stopped crying. "Castiel!" He heard his aunt call, "Castiel! I have someone who I want you to meet!" Cas wiped his tears with his sleeves, "I'll be down in a minuet." He yelled back. He splashed some cold water on his face, and stood there, hoping his face wasn't puffy.

While walking down the stairs, he looked at all of the pictures of his family members; pictures of his parents, of him, and his grandparents. His mother was beautiful, he had gotten his blue eyes from her, though his eyes were sad. "Cas." His Aunt Katherine said at the bottom of the stairs, "What's taking you so long?" He shook his head, "Nothing." She smiled at him, "Well come on!" She waved to him. When he stepped down behind her, he seen the most beautiful pair of green eyes he had ever seen. "Cas, this is one of the Winchesters, say hello." He held his head down and rubbed the back of his neck, "Hello." He said quietly. His aunt put a hand on his back, "You don't have to be so shy." He looked back up to the green eyed boy and he could feel his blush spread across his cheeks. The green eyed boy held out his hand, "Dean Winchester." He smiled, Cas put his hand in his and shook it, "Castiel Novak."

Dean looked outside his window, he seen a taxi pull up in his neighbors driveway and a guy come out, about his age, carrying bags up to Katherine's house and knocking. He was wearing a dark blue sweater and he kept the edge of the sleeves in his hands. The door flung open and he was pulled into a hug; Dean furrowed his eyebrows, relatives maybe? He wasn't sure. "What are you doing?" Dean turned around to see his younger brother, Sam. "Well Sammy, we got a new neighbor." Sam rolled his eyes, "It's em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Sam/em." He said, he hated it when Dean called him Sammy. Dean winked at his brother, "Who is it?" Sam asked. "Its a guy, around my age, he's at Katherine's." Sam stared at Dean, "You should go introduce yourself, so he'll have a friend." Dean nodded, "That's a good idea, thanks Sammy." He said. He laughed and ruffled Sam's hair.

After Dean's workout, he showered and put on his favorite white shirt and green jacket. "I'll be back, Sammy." He yelled, he could hear him groan, "Okay." Dean smiled and stepped out the door. He knocked on Katherine's door and she opened it, "Dean! Come on in!" She waved him in. He loved her house, it was bigger and it had beautiful dark wood. "I'm guessing you seen my nephew?" She asked while straightening her purple blazer. Dean nodded and put his hands into pockets, she put her hands together, "Oh, I hope you become close friends, he really needs it." Dean turned his head to the side, she dropped her hands and a sad expression came across her face, "My sister and his father got into a car wreck on his birthday last month... he's just had a really tough life." She pushed her blonde bangs out of her face and went to the edge of the stairs and began calling for him. Castiel? That's a pretty name. He thought to himself. A few minuets later, he came walking down the stairs; he looked into his eyes, he seen the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. Cas put his head down and rubbed the back of his neck, for some reason Dean was nervous, and Dean Winchester has never been nervous, not even around the hottest chick. He stuck out his hand, "Dean Winchester." He smiled, and they shook hands, "Castiel Novak." Katherine smiled, "Dean, do you mind showing Cas the town? I know that it's weird to ask but, could you?" Dean shook his head, "Nah, I don't mind." Cas looked at Katherine, "I still have to unpack." Katherine put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, "I want you to go have a good time, I'll unpack for you." She smiled a reassuring smile, "Plus, I know Dean very well, since he was a little boy, he's a good kid." Cas smiled slightly and nodded, "Okay." Dean smiled at Cas and Cas smiled back.

"Cas," Dean opened the garage door, "meet Baby." Cas's eyes popped open, "You have an Impala?" He asked, getting closer to the black beauty. "Do you know how to drive a stick?" Cas shook his head, still looking at the car, "No, my dad was going to teach me how." Dean crossed his arms, "I could show you how." Cas looked up at him, he looked excited, "That would be amazing." Dean uncrossed his arms, "Get in, lets go for a ride."

"My dad had a 1970 Challenger R/T, it was black too." Cas said, he was looking out the window, "I always told him that he had to get me a 72' Plymouth GTX and it had to be a nice cherry red." Dean looked at him and smiled, "Damn nice cars." Cas looked over and smiled, "Yeah, almost as nice as yours." Dean looked back at the road, "Do you like donuts?" Dean asked. Cas looked at Dean's arms, he was obviously athletic, nicely toned arms. "Who doesn't?" Dean raised his eyebrows, "That's very true and I'm taking you to get the best donuts you'll ever have." Cas looked at Dean's shoulders now, he has never been so conflicted.

Cas bit into the doughnut and moaned, "I'm in heaven." He said. Dean laughed slightly, "I told you, best donuts ever. This is where me and my girlfriend had our first date." He said. Of course he has a girlfriend. "You gotta girlfriend, Cas?" Dean asked him. Cas shook his head, "No, I haven't had one since the 8th grade and we only dated for a week." He looked a Cas with a puzzled expression, "Why haven't you dated since?" He asked. Cas shrugged, "I was never interested in anyone else and no one was interested in me. Plus they we're all assbutts anyways." And the fact that I also like the same sex. Dean laughed, "Assbutts?" Cas laughed a little too.

ONE WEEK LATER...

Are you fucking kidding me? Cas thought, this was the fifth wad of paper thrown at his head. The bell rang for lunch and Cas was ready to go back to Katherine's. He shoved his books back in his locker and turned around, only to be pushed back into his locker by Crowley, "Where you goin', mate?" Cas rolled his eyes, "I was going to eat but I guess I'm being a punching bag for a troubled teen." He said sarcastically. Crowley punched him in the gut, knocking the breath out of him, he doubled over, "Wait, what was that? Was that your mum I heard? Oh, I think she's telling me to hit you again!" He punched him again, this time in the face, giving him a swollen eye. "Crowley!" He heard a deep voice yell, "Leave him alone!" Dean came over and pushed him back, "I'll get him better next time, bye boys." He said then left. "You okay man?" Dean asked, and Cas nodded, "I've been punched harder and more. I'm good." He stood up straighter. "Oh Cas, I wish I had gotten here sooner."