I don't own Destiel, I just own the few characters that aren't in Supernatural that I made up. Basically characters based on me or someone I know. :3 First Destiel story, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: New Semester

Another semester of college. Same familiar faces with also new faces. No doubt these were transfers from other colleges & first semester freshmen. Dean Winchester has more interest in the girls, though. He's always been a ladies-man. Ever since he was Junior High. His little brother, Sam Winchester, or as Dean liked calling him, Sammy, was still in High School, a senior. Dean can hardly remember being a senior in High School. Within one year he already had six different girlfriends, but none lasted any longer than a few months.
Dean was making his way up the steps of the university. He had come across a few of his buds from Spring Semester. Dean reaches inside the building, heading for his first class, when all a sudden he felt a long around wrap around on his shoulders. "Hey, Dean.", said a familiar voice that Dean knows well.
Dean smiles big & looks at his long childhood friend, Benny. "Hey, Ben. What's been going on?" He asked, throwing hs arm around Benny's shoulder. Benny chuckles. "Eh, nothing much. What about you?"
"Ah, same. Dude, I haven't seen you around during the summer, where you been?"
"Parents took me on vacation, last minute thing. Didn't even get to pack my own clothes, they did it for me."
Benny still lives with his parents. They told he wasn't allowed to move out till he finished college. It wasn't that they were trying to control their son's life, no, it was they were worried he wouldn't be able to afford an apartment, keeping a job, at the same time college. They know how tough it it can be, so they are letting Benny live at their home till he's finished college.
Dean & Sam, on the other hand, live with their uncle Bobby Singer. With both their parents dead, Bobby saw it his responsibility to raise the Winchester sons. He doesn't have any kids of his own.

"Bad ass, where did you guys go?", Dead asked as he swings his arm around Benny's shoulders.
"Rather not say, it was hell." Benny says with a sigh. "I'm just glad I'm back."
Dean laughs.
"Alright, suit yourself. So, where are you heading?"
" . Math." Benny didn't sound at all excited. Who could blame, not many people liked math, not to mention that was known to be a pretty strict professor. Dean nods, he had her last semester, & thankful he past her course too. He really didn't want to retake that class again.
"Don't worry about it, man. Its only four months. The semester will be over in no time!" Dean always did try looking at the bright side of things sometimes, or at least make a joke of it to lighten the mood. His jokes normally rewarded him eye rolls from Sam, but even Sam laughed a few times.
"You could always drop that class & sign up for another one." Dean adds. Benny shakes his head.
"Can't. My folks would disappointed in me if I did, plus, I really need this class. Best get it done & over with, now, so I don't have to worry about it when I transfer the semester after the next."
"Good point."
"What course do you have first?" Benny asks as they stop next to the music room. Both boys now standing in front of one another.
"I have auto, first."
"Lucky! At least your uncle is your professor." Benny & Dean laugh.
Benny is right, Dean is lucky, since Bobby is the only adult who knows how much Dean likes to work in his own space without other people getting in his way when he works on cars. Other professors would have some trouble with Dean.
Dean nods. "Welp, I should be heading to class. Don't want to be late or Bobby will flip." Dean chuckles. In all honesty, Bobby wouldn't be all that upset with Dean if he were late, but Dean didn't want to risk that either way. He had promised he would do well in Bobby's class, though it was obviously clear he would pass with an A, no sweat. Cars have always been Dean's thing.

Dean & Benny say their byes & head off to their first class, but no after he bumps into someone on accident.
"My apologies." Says a low gruff voice. It sends small shivers down Dean's spine, but he quickly ignores them as if he had no reaction. "Its cool, dude." Dean says quickly as he walks around the other. Dean didn't even dare look at the person who bumped into him, & from the sounds of the other person's sorry, didn't sound like he was paying attention to Dean either.

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"Nice to see you make it, Dean, was starting to get worried you wouldn't show in time." Bobby says as Dean walks in, being the third to last student to reach through the doors.
"Sorry, Bobby, had a run in with Benny." Dean smiles & shrugs as he heads to sit at the small round table in the corner of the room. The class wasn't really a class room, but a garage. It is Auto class, so there wasn't much need for table except for the one which would be used for lectures it there were to be any.
Bobby waited to for the rest of his class to take a seat, counting seven. Good, everyone was here on their first day. Bobby walks over towards the table & takes a seat in one of the empty chairs.
"As you all know this an auto class, not sewing class, so you should expect to get grease on your clothes. If you don't want any of your nice clothing to get dirty, then I suggest you buy a one piece outfit, comfortable & durable. And for heaven sakes, don't get your damn fingers caught & ripped off!" Bobby explains.
Dean chuckles.
"Same goes for you, igit. I don't want to take you to the hospital, dammit. God knows how Sammy will react." Bobby says looking at his only nephew in the room.
"Yes, sir." Dean says jokingly. Bobby knows Dean isn't clumsy, & really doesn't need to worry about him, but he still cares about him.
"Alright, here are the syllabuses." He says as he hands a stack to the student next to him & tells him to pass them on once he's grabbed one.
"I want you to read over these. It lists all the tools you need for this class, though I provide most of them, but its nice to have your own tools. Don't worry if you don't have any of the things listed into the list on the second page. We won't be working on cars this week or the next. Lets go over the rules. Now, don't get all girly on me, there isn't many & none I see why any of you would have a problem with."
Bobby adjusts in his seat to get comfortable before continuing.
"Rule one, try to be on time in this class. I understand some of you live in a different town, or have kids, but try your best to be on time. Two, lets keep the drama outside of this class, okay? If you have something you need to get off your chest, talk it out with someone before or after class, whichever floats your boat, just not during this class. Three, shout for me if you don't know what to do when working on a car. Don't go trying to figure it out. I don't want you go & blowing us all up. Don't know about the rest of you, but I would like to live a little longer." The class laughs.
"But what if you're not in the room & we need help?" one of the students ask. His brown hair looks greasy as if he hadn't bathe in a week, skin tanned. Stubble chin.
"Then ask my nephew, Dean." He points at Dean & only three students turned around to look at Dean, including the one who had asked Bobby a question. The rest of the class knows who Dean is & knows his relation with Bobby Singer.
Dean waves to them & they turn back around to focus on Bobby once again.
"He knows just as much as I know about cars if not more. Alright, since we have another couple hours in this class left, lets waist it by chatting & getting to know each other. Or you guys can have lunch early, whichever. Wednesday I'll have some work for you, see what you know about cars. You won't be graded on it, so don't freak out."

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Auto just ended & Dean is now on his way to his next class, French, with Mr. Richard. Dean only chose French, because he heard from the other students that Mr. Richard was a pretty cool professor, & because he needed to take a language class, so he chose French. His French class is just past the room where they always have the music courses. As Dean comes up to the music room, he stops in his tracks when he hears a guitar & a piano being played beautifully..
He ricks a peek in the room to see who is playing that song. His eyes scan the room, bt come to a stop when he sees a young man sitting over a glossy wooden piano, his fingers moving over the keys elegantly. He looks to be in his 20's, around Dean's age. His dark hair sticks out in all different directions as if he had just rolled out of bed & started playing the piano. His blue jumper looks a little big on him, hiding the frame of his body, wearing light-grey slacks & dress shoes. Probably from a wealthy family. Next to the piano is a girl, also young, no doubt the same age the guy. Her short, shaggy, boyish, blonde hair is long enough to cover her face, but is being held out of her face by her thick black rimmed glasses. Tight black long-sleeve shirt with a purple winter vest over it, regular blue jeans & black & pink plaid skate shoes. Her pale skin makes the guy look tanned, though he isn't by much. She, herself, doesn't look like she comes from a wealthy family. She's sitting on a stool near the piano playing an acoustic guitar. Neither one off key.
Dean has never seen these two before. Probably transfers. They don't look like their from around here. They reach the end of the song stop playing.
"That was good. A lot better than last time, don't you think?" The girl speaks as she starts to put her guitar away gently.
The guy shuts the case f the piano gently & nods.
"Yes. I think Mrs. Wisher will be pleased." Dean knows that voice. Its the same voice that apologized to him for bumping into him when he was finished talking to Benny & decided to head to his first class. Wow, he didn't expect such a beautiful person to have a voice like that.
Beautiful, seriously Dean? You must be out of your fucking mind.
"You think? I know she will, Castiel, you are the best pianist that I've ever met. You should have seen the look on her face when you stated playing the piano to show how well you were at it. There was no doubting in those eyes, believe me."
Castiel, huh? Odd name, family must be religious or something.
Dean had leaned on the door a tad, causing the door to open just a touch more. It also caused a small creak, but loud enough for the other two to hear. The girl & Castiel both quickly turn their heads in Dean's direction. Dean's eyes lock onto Castiel's. Those crystal blue eyes locking with Dean's green ones.
"Our apologies. I hope we're not preventing you from entering the room" Castiel says softly.
"No no, its fine. I just... Well, I was heading to French & I heard you guys playing. I'm sorry." Dean says in apology.
"Ah, what did you think?" The girl asks Dean grabbing his attention, now. Eyes crystal blue as well, but for some odd reason, only Castiel's seems to get Dean's attention more.
"I loved it. Beautiful, kind of sad a little. Sounds familiar, I'll be honest." Dean replies in honesty.
"Its a song from Silent Hill. Not our own. I kind of asked Castiel if he would play it with me, I'm a nerd when it comes to Silent Hill." She laughs a little, Castiel looking at her & smiling as if she were his little sister he knows all too well.
"That would be why it sounds familiar." Dean chuckles.
"You should be heading to your next class, now. You're probably late as it is." Castiel speaks. He looks over at the girl. "Same with you, Pan."
She nods & picks up her guitar. She walks past Dean, but only stopping an inch behind him.
"Nice meeting you...um...?"
"Dean. Dean Winchester!"
"Oh yeah, heard about you. Nice meeting you, Dean. Later Castiel!" she calls out before leaving down the hall. Dean looks at Castiel with a questioning look.
"What did she mean by she's heard about me?"
Castiel shrugs. "Can't say I know. She's weird at times. ", Castiel slings a grey messenger bag over his shoulder & starts leaving the room.
"Nice meeting you, Dean. Maybe we'll bump into each other again sometime." Castiel smiles at him.
"Yeah, sounds cool." Dean says then watches Castiel leave. It took him a moment to wake up & start rushing to his French class.
"SHIT! I'm late!"

If you want to know what song I intended Castiel & Pan to play. Just look up Tears Of... Silent Hill on youtube.