'DEAN!' Cas shouted from afar. He was fighting with a group of demons who were seeking for the tablet. Cas was seriously injured but he still carried on fighting for his life. Dean knew he was too far away to help him and the sight of Cas being attacked by a gang of demons changed his mind.
There was a sudden knock at the door, the class started to talk among themselves. Dean looked up and followed the teacher as he opened the door for the unknown person on the other side. She looked back at the empty seat that the student was due to sit in for the rest of the year. Once she opened the door, everyone leaned over the desk to look at the new child, everyone expect Dean. Dean put his legs on the table, chewing his pen, not really bothered about the child. He was going to leave the school soon anyway so it made a difference to what he planned for his future.
The child walked in. He has scruffy hair and the bluest eyes that Dean has ever seen.
'What's your name, son?' The teacher asked to the student.
'Castiel' He quietly replied.
'Well, Castiel, go and take a seat next to Dean there,'
He pointed to Dean.
'DEAN! FEET OFF THE TABLE!'
Dean rolled his eyes at him.
'Alright then, sweetheart' and did what he was told. Castiel looked at the teacher with a concerned look on his face. He slowly walked to the seat he was assigned to be in and sat down.
There was a brief silence between Dean and Castiel. Dean took a quick look at Cas and realised that Cas was looking at him back.
'Hello, I am Castiel.' He suddenly said. He leaned towards dean and took his hand out asking for a hand shake. Dean looked at him. He thought Castiel had a baby face and he adored that. The feeling made his pupil increase.
'Dean' He replied. He looked away, refusing to hand shake.
'I know who you are, Dean, I have been searching for you.' Dean paused and gave him a confused look.
'…what? What are you talking…,' Dean thought for a while, he hasn't seen his father for a while now and this is the longest he has ever been gone for. 'Are you…one of those?'
'A demon? Oh, no. I am an angel of the lord.' He replied.
'oh yeah, well, I am Betty Crocker working in the Candypop factory' He said sarcastically.
'Do you have memory loss?' Castiel asked. His eyes grew bigger.
'What? No! Of course not! I was being sarcastic.'
'Ok, Dean' they both looked to the front. Dean looked at him once more, Castiel looked back.