Perfect to Me
Chapter One
Welcome to Milton High school, Kansas. A playground for jocks, cheerleaders, smart kids and bullies, your typical American high school.
Dean Winchester was the resident heart throb and captain of the swim team. His grades weren't great but what he lacked in academics he made up for in sport. He was constantly the buzz of the school, surrounded by other popular kids, girls hanging on his every word and yet he always felt like something was missing in his life.
High school had been tough for Castiel Novak. Sure he was an 'A' grade student with his whole future ahead of him, but had no friends and was instantly branded the loser of the entire school the moment he became a freshman, four years on and due to graduate at the end of the school year and Castiel's social status hasn't changed. He had never felt so low in his entire life.
Nobody would have guessed these two opposites were friends once, infact they were the best of friends for years. High school can change a person, Castiel knew this all too well and things had progressively got worst through the years. Dean and Castiel haven't engaged in proper conversation for around three years and although there is no bad blood between the two, the idea of reforming their friendship once more is a pipe dream.
Final year of high school has begun and everything is about to change.
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The sound of the alarm was deafening to Castiel's ears, reaching over to hit the top of his alarm clock to stop the ringing assault and rolling out of his bed to go and get a shower.
Castiel slipped on his usual attire for school, jeans, black converse, a plain black t-shirt and a dark blue open, short sleeved shirt to go on top. Castiel briefly ran a comb through his mass of short black hair and making it stick upwards in an unruly direction.
He didn't care much for appearance and didn't feel the need to make much of an effort for school since he passed through the last four years being un-noticed by anyone anyways.
Finally grabbing his school bag and i-pod, Castiel headed out of his Novak family home to catch the bus to school. The first day of his final year and Castiel already couldn't wait for this hell to end.
Two houses away from the Novak's, lived the Winchesters. The family consisted of Dean Winchester, his dad John, his mom Mary and little brother Sam, who was starting high school as a freshman today.
Throwing on his trademark leather jacket before leaving for school, Dean gave Sam a little nudge out of the door, saying their goodbyes to John and Mary and headed for school in Dean's black 67' Chevy impala, his baby.
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Castiel fumbled around in his locker, before retrieving some books he needed for the day and headed to his first class. He hurried down the hallway not wanting to be late for Ms Mills English class, earning himself a few bumps along the way and heckles from various jocks which resembled 'Welcome back LOSER'.
*Intelligent* he thought to himself while ignoring the overgrown moose's and their lame remarks, focusing solely on getting to class. Castiel was used to the heckles by now anyway.
Finally finding his class, Castiel edged inside and briefly noted the layout of the room. Cheerleaders and jocks congregated at the back of the classroom, usually so they could throw things at people's heads, people being Castiel.
The kids in the middle area of the class were usually the ones who did OK in class, but still managed to fall asleep in the first 10 minutes or pass notes to each other when boredom hit.
Then we come to the front of the classroom, usually were Castiel would take residence alongside the very few smart, outcast or nerdy kids of the school. Castiel noticed an empty space right in the middle at the front of class, with a defeated sigh he headed for the space and settled down.
To Castiel's right hand side sat a scruffy boy named Chuck, he was about as unpopular as Castiel, with his baggy clothing, beginnings of facial hair and his constant need to scribble, doodle or write, while ignoring the rest of the world surrounding him. As Castiel sat down Chuck looked up from his writing and acknowledged the other boy with a slight nod and half hearted smile before returning to his paper.
"Good morning class! Hope you all had a good summer, but its time to knuckle down and get to work. Your final year is an important one." Ms Mills said, as she bounded into the classroom, quickly glancing around to take in her new class for the year.
Castiel smiled to himself, he liked Ms Mills and she was one of the nicer teachers at Milton High school.
"Ok class, settle down. I'm going to hand out your books for this first assignment…"
"Sorry I'm late"
Castiel immediately recognised the apologetic voice of none other than Dean Winchester. His slowly pulled his head up to glance towards the door, seeing Dean smiling lazily at Ms Mills and not really looking the slightest bit sorry.
"Dean Winchester, welcome back. First class, first day back and you already manage to be late – why am I not surprised. Go sit down" Ms Mills scolded at Dean, knowing full well what he was like from previous semesters.
"Sorry, had to show my little brother to his class. It won't happen again." Dean grinned, lies clearly surrounding the last comment out of his mouth. He pushed his way to the back of the class to swipe his seat for the next year.
*Of course, Sam's first day today* Castiel thought to himself with a smile, he had always liked Sam Winchester. A smart, young boy, with a very bright future ahead of himself and so unlike his elder brother.
The first few classes were soon over and Castiel was ready to face the worst part of his day, Lunch. Usually it consisted of Castiel sitting alone outside on a bench, eating his packed lunch or sitting alone in the cafeteria being heckled by passing jocks and occasionally having food thrown at him. Of course he was used to it by now, letting the immature behaviour go right over his head.
He decided to be brave and opt for the cafeteria for day one. Taking a seat quietly in the corner and eating his lunch. Castiel didn't go un-noticed by the resident bullies and members of the swim team, Gordon and Michael.
"Hey nerd! We missed ya, nobody to pick on over the summer. It got pretty boring at one point" Gordon spat out as he hovered over Castiel.
"Yeah, come back for another year of torture huh? You really don't get the hint do you angel boy? And you can guarantee this year really will be HELL!" Michael glared at Castiel, a spiteful grin gracing his features.
Castiel simply sighed and stared at them both, keeping his mouth firmly shut. The bullies didn't scare him much or intimidate him, as with many other things, he was also used to this.
The two boys were annoyed by Castiel's lack of communication or interest in them or what they were saying. Gordon huffed out an annoyed breath and tossed Castiel's food tray across the table, sending his lunch flying everywhere and drawing the attention of nearby students.
Castiel simply watched the food tray fly and looked back up at Gordon, barely blinking at the action, which annoyed the bully more.
"I was just going to sit here quietly" Castiel finally spoke, his gravelly voice echoing through the bullies' ears.
"No chance of that Loser! You better watch your back" Gordon finished with a chuckle.
"Hey, come on guys leave him alone."
Castiel glanced behind Gordon and Michael to see Dean standing behind them, an irritated look on his face. It wasn't the first time Dean had jumped to Castiel's defence, even though they didn't really speak directly to each other anymore.
"What is it with you and this Loser, Dean? Seriously man, he's a nobody!" Michael asked with disgust, they hated that Dean would never let them have any fun with Castiel when he was around, what a party poop.
"Nothing, just leave him alone. He isn't doing anything…" Dean took that moment to look at Castiel, feeling slightly sorry for his former friend and giving him a slight smile, earning a slightly confused head tilt from Castiel, who could do nothing but stare back – his features remaining unreadable.
Dean promptly cleared his throat before continuing and slapping Gordon on the back.
"…Besides we have practice, lets go"
Dean broke his gaze with Castiel and left the cafeteria, Gordon and Michael following behind their fearless leader, not without throwing a final look of hate in Castiel's direction.
*Oh yeah this year is going to be so much fun* Castiel thought to himself with a final sigh of defeat.