So this is my first Supernatural/Destiel fan fiction and i hope you enjoy it! Please review and tell me how I'm doing. I'll try to update this story two times per week, but I make no promises so bear with me please!

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An overwhelming chill swept up through the dark brown haired teenager as he sat in his car, pondering how transferring in as a senior to Memento High School was going to treat him. His family was very well off, his mother a successful model who traveled often, and his father was the CEO of Divine Hotels. Both of his parents had earned famed which made them very busy in their everyday life. It was even a shock that his own mother hadn't aborted him in order to continue work. However he saw no difference seeing as how from his infancy, he had always been in the care of nannies. He realized of course that his only reason for have been born was because his "father" needed an heir to continue on his legacy through blood.

Looking at his clock and noticing that the time came closer to his grand appearance, he decided to step out of his Tesla Model S, his father had complained on his choice of car but of course had not cared enough to do anything about it. He stood in the parking lot, black fit pants with an Armani Exchange belt, and a button up shirt, covered up with a vest from Armani as well. He didn't fathom why his parents spent such a ridiculous amount of money on these clothes, but of course he had to represent the family and that meant dressing the part. But he couldn't complain since he looked very handsome along with his unruly dark brown hair and his light blue eyes. His mother had definitely passed on some good traits on to him, if he wanted to the door to modeling was wide open, waiting for him to enter.

He took a deep sigh, clearing his head while at the same time not noticing the old Impala parking next to his car. As he finally conjured up the courage to move forward with this decision he opened his eyes and strides forward when he was met by a car door, sending him to the ground. Before he was able to process what had happened, he heard an alluring voice calling out to him, "Hey man are you alright?". Being able to see nothing but green eyes, he stayed silent trying to get a clearer focus on the man's face, but before he could he heard the bell for school and quickly got up while cleaning his dirtied pants and ran off for fear of being late. All he could hear as he ran was the man shouting out to him, but he didn't catch what he was saying and decided to keep running.

Upon reaching the room which he was assigned to for first period, he sat down at the seat which was at the farthest corner of the room in order to avoid interaction with people. He noticed how the boys an girls alike looked at him due to his clothing, and he hated it. The boys would grow to hate him, while the girls would long to make him theirs for his money. That's why he never really got along with people, and now his social skills were at rock bottom. If anyone tried to interact with him, he would simply put a hand in front of himself to imply his unwanted interaction. As he sat down, finally being past the sea of people, he took a deep breath and reached out to his side to get his supplies out of his bag. Only he didn't have his messenger bag. The bag itself was Calvin Klein so he had no doubt someone would steal it, not that it bothered him since he could easily get a new one, but he didn't want to appear as the obnoxious rich kid that didn't even bother to bring anything to school on the first day.

As he sighed and looked out the window contemplating the fate he had created for himself, he heard a loud thump on his desk, "You left this on the floor when you ran off, lucky for you we have the same class." He looked up to green eyes which was accompanied by some slim fit washed out jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket to top it all off. His face looked very masculine for someone being the same age as him, and his hair was a little lighter than his. "Dean Winchester, what's your name?" Being taken aback by the sudden question, he stayed stumped for a few seconds before answering, "Castiel, Casteil Goldsmith." Dean gave a cocky smirk, "Goldsmith eh, now where have I heard that name before?" Castiel looked horrified, he was already going to be figured out and class was barely about to start, "Ah I got it, your-"

"Okay class, sit down and let's get this hellish year over with."

At the entrance of the teacher, all the students sat down, and to Castiel's horror Dean sat down right next to him giving him a huge grin, 'This is going to be a long year.'

After first period ended, Castiel followed his schedule throughout the day and was a tad relief yet sad when he noticed he only had Dean for first period. Dean had been the only person to introduce himself and that's more than anyone else did. Castiel was heading to his last class of the day, which just so happened to be his Latin class. As he sat down in the same spot as every other class, towards the back and to the right edge, he looked aimlessly out of the window waiting for the starting bell to ring.

As he drifted off into his thoughts, he felt a hand wrap around his shoulder, and as he turned around ever so suddenly his lips came into contact with something soft. Adjusting his eyes, he realized that the softness he had contacted was Dean's own lips and turned a deep shade of red from embarrassment as he pulled away, covering his mouth with his hand. He noticed Dean just started laughing and sat down next to him as the bell rang, and class started.

Class had ended, and as he packed his belongings into his messenger bag and got out of his seat he noticed that Dean appeared to be chatting up some girls from class, 'So he's one of those guys huh'. Castiel walked out of the classroom heading towards his car. As he was about to open his door to get in, he felt someone jump on his back which caused him to fall flat on the side of his car. "oops, sorry man didn't think you'd be that week". As Castiel got himself off the side he noticed Dean was the one who smothered him, "I didn't exactly expect for someone to jump on my back Dean." Dean expressed a huge grin on his face, "I finally remembered where I heard Goldsmith before, it's the last name of that really famous model huh? Aren't you a lucky fella to have the same name." Casteil was taken aback, did Dean really not know, he guessed Dean really didn't pay attention to the fashion world. "Yes, I am very fortunate." Dean's smile diminished a bit, "You have a really odd way of talking to people you know." Castiel did know this, and let out a long sigh, "Yes I know, I am socially inept at human relationships." Dean began to laugh, and Castiel could not find the reason for such laughter, 'Is something the matter?" Dean looked at the blue eyed boy, "Well yea, you're never going to survive high school if you act like that." Casteil frowned, he had already made this assumption, but now someone else had noticed this fact as well, "I'll tell you what, I'll look after you buddy." Castiel was shocked and confused by the sudden offer, "I'll be just fine Dean." Dean let out a chuckle, "Dude, you gotta let me make it up to ya, both for the door and the kiss." At the words Castiel began to blush again remembering sensation and noticed that Dean's smile stretched from ear to ear, "So friends?" Casteil pondered his answer for a few seconds before deciding that perhaps having someone to converse with during school hours wouldn't be so bad, "Very well Dean Winchester, we're friends. "

Hope you like it so far, the story will get pretty dramatic/lovey dovey later on, so bear with me!