Here it is once again, WJMHS improved. I apologise for deleting it, I was updating the chapters and accidentally deleted one, it messed up the order so much that I had to take it down. Also, I merged the chapters to make them longer which means the story will seem shorter than before.
Thank you for those of you who follow and favourite.
Disclaimer: almighty Kripke owns Supernatural as well as WB, I own nothing and make no profits from this.
Welcome to James Monroe High School
Dean Winchester: Popular, jock, charming, intelligent.
Parents:
John Winchester (ideal perfect father)
Mary Winchester (ideal perfect mother)
Brother: Sam Winchester
Friends:
Gabriel (school trickster/best friend)
Jo Harvelle (close friend)
Ash (close friend)
Pamela Barnes
Chuck Shurley
Becky Rosen
Gabriel:
Michael (older brother, father figure)
Lucifer (second oldest, second father figure)
Raphael (third oldest)
Anna (sister)
Castiel (baby brother)
Cousins:
[Balthazar, Crowley, Alastair, Azazel] (Brothers)
[Zachariah (brothers) Joshua]
[Meg (sisters) Ruby]
[Lilith (sisters) Eve]
Castiel:
Class valedictorian
Artist
Dean Winchester, Castiel and Gabriel Novak are in their second year of high school and have been friends since their early years; upon an incident, Castiel and Dean develop feelings for each other. The story of teens finding love which develops throughout the years.
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Chapter 1
Summer holidays had never been the best in Yorktown, Texas yet they were tolerable. The heat of the summer ranged from the upper twenties to the upper forty degrees Celsius, during those days the town gathered in the coolest places around: the general public pools, parks, the lake, Bobby's Ice Cream Parlour and of course, the mall. It was a great town, not too big, not too small with a population about two-thousand-and-ninety-two.
Dean Winchester and his brother Sam preferred to spend their summer with their childhood friends; there was Ash, a sixteen year old guy with a nifty mullet, he always seemed to be high but no one questioned if he really was since there had always been something off about the boy yet he was a great friend.
There was Joanna Beth Harvelle, a blonde girl with a smile that could warm the coldest hearts; the Harvelles and the Winchesters' parents had been friends since high school and Jo had grown up around Sam and Dean, mostly Dean, since they were the same age.
There was Pamela Barnes, a beautiful girl with long, brown hair who had been friends with Jo, Ash and Dean since middle school. She was in the cheerleading squad which Dean appreciated since she would often introduce her cheerleader friends to him. There were Chuck Shurley and Becky Rosen whom Dean had gone to school since forever, they had been good friends though not as close as Jo, Ash and Gabriel. They were interesting characters, surely different from what others would consider "normal"; Chuck was always scribbling on a notepad, Becky seemed always hyperactive and talked about her favourite show and yaoi couples.
And then there was Gabriel Novak, alike the Harvelles and the Winchesters, the Novaks had been friends with them in high school and their son Gabriel was Dean's best friend, not that Ash and Jo weren't his best friends too but Gabriel, well, Gabriel was a whole different story. Dean and Gabriel were 'partners in crime'. Gabriel was well known in school as The Trickster, he had a passion to pull the most ridiculously witty pranks to almost everyone, that included his teachers and Mr. Howard, the school headmaster. Gabriel had a non-identical twin brother, Castiel Novak.
Dean and Sam's father, John, had been the captain of the American football team in high school, the man was a legend and until Dean's generation, he was grand. Dean had made his own little piece of history at James Monroe High School, it was a private school, he was the captain of the football (soccer) team and had led his team to be the city champions.
Sam was only a freshman being fourteen years old and unlike his brother, he preferred books over sports, healthy food over greasy, junk food, and study sessions over dates with 'hot' cheerleaders. Nevertheless, both boys were very close and Dean was extremely protective of his only brother. If anyone dared to bully the boy, he would personally take handle the situation along with Gabriel who more than happily helped when it came to Sam Winchester; they would be forever traumatised.
The group of teens had spent their summer hanging out at someone's house, most times it was the Winchester's since they had the most awesome game room in history and a pool in the backyard. Some days would be a walk through the shopping centre, it wasn't the grandest though it was not small either. They'd go to Bobby's for the best ice cream in town; the man was grumpy sometimes but he was kind and he'd known the kids since they were in diapers, hell he was almost like their grandfather. It was a good summer, of course it came the time when Dean was absent in the group for soccer practice but they still managed to have fun.
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The first day of school was always the best for Castiel, he loved school, he really did. Despite his lack of social interaction with most students and his lack of real friends, he was well known and respected, in fact, he was well admired by most of the school; sophomore class valedictorian, charming prince of the school for his androgynous features and his enchanting good manners.
"GABRIEL! WHERE ARE MY GLASSES?!" one thing, you never, EVER touch Castiel's glasses. The younger boy rushed out of his room being careful to not run into anything until reaching his older twin's room.
"Give me my glasses, Gabriel! I know you took them!"
"Cassie, how dare you accuse me of such thing?" he put a hand over his heart and made an expression between amused and hurt.
"There are Twix crumbs all over my desk. Now, please return my glasses. I do not wish to be late for the first day of school."
"Damn. But hey, it wasn't my idea!" he said putting his hands up, "the guys wanted me to get rid of them, they hide your eyes and you look unattractive, so here." he gave him a little case of contact lenses.
"They can not do this to me, I need my glasses! Give them!" he handed back the lenses.
"Sorry, Luci already hid them." he smiled and closed the door. Castiel sighed and walked to his room irritated. He loved his glasses since they had been his father's but now he had to wear contacts. He managed to get the contacts without poking his eyes out and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where his siblings ate breakfast. Anna sat at the breakfast bar with Gabriel next to her, Raphael sat next to Gabriel holding a cup of coffee and reading the news paper. Lucifer was leant against the counter with a glass of orange juice while Michael waited for his toast to pop out of the toaster. They all turned to see Castiel enter the kitchen.
"Well, well, looks like our little brother decided to ditch the nerd glasses." chuckled Lucifer.
"I know you have them, could you please return them?"
"No! You look much better without them, Castiel." squealed Anna bringing him for a tight hug. 'told you' mouthed Gabriel with a smirk.
Castiel sighed and took the glass of orange juice Lucifer handed him and a piece of toast from Michael. "just please don't throw them away, they are special."
"I'll keep them for you." said Michael with a smile. They waited until Castiel finished his breakfast and walked out the door towards Anna's car; She was the only one who was allowed to drive. Michael was the oldest, he was in his senior year in college along with Lucifer, who was a junior and Raphael was in his first year. They all went to the same college, the town was small and most of its residents had attended and graduated from it yet it excelled. Their mother had died when the twins were born and although not one of them shared the same features, they shared the same blood. Their father became very distant after his wife's death spending most of his time working and travelling until he only came home once or twice a year and eventually never. Michael and Lucifer along with Raphael held the responsibility for the three little ones, they didn't need to work since their father provided with more than enough for them but the three oldest ones had raised them. They were a close family, dysfunctional in a sense yet close.
There were students walking into the building, others stood around in groups chatting with their friends, some were running around chasing each other and others sat on the green talking to their friends or reading. Anna parked her car, a black Rolls-Royce brand new and more than necessary to boast in a rich school, Castiel always rolled his eyes at his sister for choosing such unnecessary luxuries. No one cared, they were all spoiled brats at this school trying to flaunt their possessions and other expensive things "mummy and daddy" bought for them. Absolutely repudiating, he thought.
Castiel made his way to the entrance of the school, an immense building built of red brick with Gothic windows in rows and a Palladian window at the top of the entrance, pillars everywhere; everything well maintained. Classes didn't start for another twenty minutes which meant he still had enough time to visit his favourite place in the entire school; the library which was located on the second floor and although there were elevators, he decided to take the stairs.
"Castiel?" he heard a feminine voice and looked up. "Good morning, Castiel." smiled one of the teachers he had as a freshman while he walked up the stairs.
"Good morning, Mrs. Holden." he nodded with a small smile and stopped turning to her.
"I see you are no longer wearing your glasses. You look great." she smiled, she was a blonde woman in her late forties dressed in a colourful outfit but it rather favoured her image as an art teacher.
"Thank you." he smiled lightly
"Will you take my class this year?"
"I did enjoy your class quite well, however, the counsellor insisted I take Creative Writing instead of Art History again. I was not able to persuade her into allowing me to take it again."
"Well that's a shame, but you know, I do teach painting as well. Are you interested in taking it?"
"Painting? I have never thought about painting, perhaps I shall try it."
"You are already excellent in drawing, you will do perfect in painting." she smiled pressing her hands together.
"Thank you, Mrs. Holden, I shall talk to my counsellor about this."
"That's wonderful! I shall be expecting you in my class soon then?"
"I believe so."
"Good! Well, I have to run to my classroom now, have a great day and welcome back, Castiel."
"Thank you, Mrs. Holden. Do have a great day yourself." she smiled and walked down the stairs disappearing around the corner of the first floor. Castiel looked up and kept walking up the stairs holding on to the cord of his messenger bag. He looked at his watch to check the time while he turned the corner, he lifted up his head only to be met with a pair of soft lips on his; It was only for a brief moment but enough to be a kiss. Castiel parted quickly, his eyes wide as they could possibly be and stood there motionless waiting for the reaction from the boy in front of him, there was a flutter in his stomach which confused him.
"My apologies, I did not see you, Dean." he managed to say in his normal monotone voice.
"Uh, it's fine, Castiel. I didn't see you either." Dean cleared his throat looking anywhere but the blue eyed boy, attractive blue eyed boy. He mentally punched himself.
"I know." Castiel was still blushing and Dean did not know he had just stolen Castiel's first kiss.
"Uh. Excuse me, I'm late for practice." the older boy appeared uncomfortable and disappeared not waiting for a response from Castiel.
He walked towards the library ashamed, confused and embarrassed; there was a flutter in his stomach at the thought of Dean's lips on his, he could still feel the softness and the sweet taste of those lips on his; a sigh escaped his lips shaking the thoughts away while he sat on the sofa opening his book to read.
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Dean walked into the locker room in the gym. Soccer practice was early in the morning before school and after school but he'd been called into Mr. Howard's office, therefore was excused from the last half hour of practice but that had seemed like a reasonable excuse to run out of that place and avoid something even more awkward with his best friend's twin. He sighed closing his eyes waiting for his mind to contradict liking the feel of the boy's lips yet it did not happen. He took a quick shower and changed into his school uniform; khaki slacks, white shirt, mahogany tie with golden stripes and a navy blazer with the school crest on the left side. He didn't like wearing the uniform at all, it was uncomfortable but he had to admit he looked quite handsome in it.
The bell rang for school to start. Dean walked out of the gym looking at his schedule; he had Algebra II, English II and physics, two hours each on Mondays and Thursdays. Soccer practice everyday before and after school. Latin I, Art History and World History Tuesdays and Fridays. Wednesday was a much better day, Debate, Health and Fencing, soccer practice after school. Luckily, Debate and Health were not heavily on assigning homework.
'Great, Algebra in the morning. Fun.' he muttered to himself.
Most of his classes were located on second floor; on his way to class his mates called out to him bumping fists or giving each other a one arm hug, girls flirtatiously smiled at him and he winked at them with a smirk. He was the centre of attention which he did not mind; Dean Winchester was god, even the upper classes wanted to be him and he was aware of how much these people worshipped him but that didn't necessarily make him an arrogant person that people thought he would be; he was a kind, humble young man, willing to sacrifice himself for the ones he loved and he would protect them at any cost.
"Dean!" he felt a pair of arms around him.
"Hey, Jo!" he laughed hugging back.
"I've missed you!"
"Jo, you were at my house yesterday watching Star Wars with everyone."
"Hey, it's been a few hours, I'm allowed to miss my best friend."
"I guess." he laughed a little and both entered the classroom. The students were not in their seats since class had not started yet. Dean and Jo took their seats close to the windows and other students gathered to be around them.
"Hey, Dean. Hey Jo." a classmate greeted sitting close to them.
"Hey, Rufus." Jo and Dean said. The bell rang before they could start a conversation and the teacher entered the room; an elderly lady with grey hair and a wintry smile.
"Alright, class, settle down. My name is Mrs. Latsaw and this is Algebra two, check in your schedules that you are listen under my name, if you're not, I say you're in the wrong class. Everyone agrees?"
"Yes, Mrs. Latsaw." they chanted.
"Good. Rules for this class. Can I have someone to pass them out? You in the corner, what is your name, dear?"
"Lelaina Cellini, madam."
"Alright, Lelaina, would you mind passing these out?" she stood up and grabbed the packets from the teacher's hands.
"While she passes out the papers. I want all of you to copy what is on the promethean board. That will be your homework and it will be due on Thursday. Failure to turn in your assignment, you shall not pass. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mrs. Latsaw."
Dean took out his notebook and started writing down the assignment, Lelaina passed by his row and gave him a packet.
"Thank you." he said with a smile.
"Welcome." she nodded. Just then, the door opened and a student came in but Dean couldn't see who it was since the teacher stood in his view.
"What is your name and why are you late?" she said with a cold tone.
"My apologies, Mrs. Latsaw. I have an excuse pass from the counsellor's office. My name is Castiel Novak."
"Very well. Take a seat and write the assignment on the Promethean board, it is due on Thursday. Lelaina shall give you a packet with my class rules." Castiel nodded and looked around for an available seat. He sighed softly and awkwardly walked towards the only available seat in front of Dean Winchester keeping his eyes on the floor.
"We have Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in our class." a few girls giggled in the back.
"He looks even better without his glasses!"
"Why must they be so dreamy?" another squeaky voice spoke which both boys decided to ignore.
"There shall be no talking!" the teacher snapped when she heard the students whisper at Castiel's entrance.
Mrs. Latsaw waited until everyone had finished writing the assignment to start the lesson. Adding to Castiel's uneasiness, he could smell Dean's cologne which made it difficult to focus when his thoughts kept going back to the boy with his soft lips on his. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and shook those thoughts away trying to listen to the lesson. Dean seemed to be relaxed and actually paying attention to the confusing lesson Mrs. Latsaw was giving.
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Things about the town are made up. No, there isn't a James Monroe high school in Yorktown, Texas, never even been there to be honest.
Changed a few things, still don't like how I wrote this chapter, I wasn't sure of what my style of writing would turn out like but now I know and my writing has been improving, hopefully.