Castiel looked up at the building, the huge, new building that he would be spending the next two years at. Junior year at a new school, he thought sarcastically, this is going to be fun.

Dean rolled up to the school in his 1967 Chevrolet Impala, dropping Sammy off at the front. New year, new people to date, he thought, excited about the new prospects. "Have a good day Sammy, see you later," he yelled after his little brother. He drove his car over to his parking spot, pulling it in and putting it in park. He pulled the key out of the ignition and wiped his hand over the dashboard. "Be good, Baby," he said before pushing open his car door and getting out. He closed the door, looking at his reflection in the window and ruffling his hair. This is gonna be a good year, he thought, feeling it already.

Castiel walked down the hall with his head down and his arms wrapped around his books. He glanced up briefly to see a dark haired girl in a leather jacket kissing a guy with dirty blonde hair…..his brother, against a locker. Castiel sighed and kept walking to his first period class, Art. I'm not even good at art, thought Cas, Anna's the one who got those traits. Castiel got into his first period class and sat down. This is gonna be a long day.

Dean already knew where all the classes were but he was upset that he had to take algebra again, during his senior year. Who wants to retake a math class? Why did I have to fail, he thought and sighed. He slid into his math class and took a seat in the back. Fuck, he thought, Missouri, again. He sighed for the second time this morning and pulled out his notebook.

That wasn't that bad, Cas thought, I like Patrick. Patrick was the Art teacher at Lawrence High. He preferred being called by his first name so he didn't even tell the students his last name. Hipster, Cas thought and grinned. Castiel headed over to his second period class and his mood dropped when he realised what it was. Trigonometry. Who even likes math, he thought, annoyed that he had to take this class, seeing as he already had all of his math credits. Castiel sighed again and dropped his head, walking right past Dean into Ms. Moseley's trigonometry class.

Dean smiled as he headed over to his second period class, Art. He loved Art class because Patrick always made him laugh…and he was kinda hot. Dean ruffled his hair and straightened his jacket before walking into class with the most charming grin he could pull off.

Castiel walked out of class sufficiently surprised at how great of a teacher Ms. Moseley was. Cas smiled as he thought of the class he had next. English, his favourite subject. He was great at English, he loved reading and writing and spent most of his time doing one or the other. He grinned the rest of the way to class. Maybe this will be a good day after all.

Maybe this won't be such a good day after all, Dean thought as he shuffled to his third period class, English. He hated English. None of the books seemed to hold his attention and he hated writing. He didn't like his teacher, Mr. Shurley, either. Mr. Shurley was really just here to keep himself off of the street. He was a fiction writer for some dumb books that he wouldn't tell anyone about. They were probably just some stupid books about birds, Dean thought as he headed towards the room. Obviously, Dean really didn't like Mr. Shurley.

Castiel kept his head down as he walked to his English class. He walked in and sat down in the seat furthest from the door, closed off and in the back row.

Dean walked into class and sat down at the seat closest to the door so he could get out of this hell hole fastest.

Cas looked at the board and wrote down in his journal what he was meant to do today. He scanned the room to see if he recognised anyone in this class. He only recognised the girl with dark hair and the leather jacket, who hadn't been in any of his classes so far but had been making out with his brother, Lucifer, in the hall today. The rest of these people were all new to him and none of them caught his attention.

Dean looked bored. He was leaning his head against his hand and yawned right as Mr. Shurley walked into the room, late, and with his tie crooked. He looks like shit, Dean thought, scoffing to himself.

Castiel giggled as Mr. Shurley walked in late and with a crooked tie. He's kinda cute, thought Castiel in the most school appropriate way. Mr. Shurley was holding his coffee in his hand and nearly tripped on the shoe of the kid in the first seat, spilling some coffee on his white dress shirt. "Shit," Mr. Shurley exclaimed. The entire class laughed. Great way to start off the new year, Cas thought, still giggling. "Fuck," said a deep voice. "I'm sorry, Chuck." Castiel's ears perked up at the voice. Castiel had never heard the voice before but he didn't think he could live without hearing it again.

Dean's ears caught onto one person's giggle in particular. He looked up from where he had been apologising to Chuck, a blue eyed angel with blush on his face and an awed expression catching his eye. Dean slowly sat back at his seat, not letting his eyes leave the boy till Chuck started talking again. Even then, his mind was on the boy he never wanted anyone else to touch.

Cas looked away from the boy when Chuck started talking, trying to pay attention to the lecture. He took notes well but his mind wasn't on the lecture, it was on the boy.

Dean could not pay attention at all. He usually couldn't pay attention, but this was worse. He had no clue what Chuck was talking about so he looked over at the cute guy. He was taking notes, Maybe I can ask to see his notes later, he thought with a smirk.

Thank god this class is over, Cas thought as he stood and hurriedly stuffed his things in his bag.

Dean hopped over the seats and got to the boy out of breath possibly with a drop of sweat on his forehead. Man, I have got to lay off those Roadhouse burgers, he thought before smiling at the boy. "Hey there," he grinned when the boy flushed.

"Uh-um...hi...I have to get to class," Cas said pushing past the boy he had had his eye on. Oh lord, he looks amazing with sweat on his face, he thought before shaking his head. He had no clue why he was coming up to him but Cas knew he had to leave now before he embarrassed himself.

"Wait," Dean said, grabbing blushing boy's arm gently, "At least tell me your name," he said with the puppy dog eyes Sam did so well.

Cas' heart fluttered, His eyes are so perfect, he thought but then snapped out of it, realising he had been staring for too long. "Oh, uh, it's Castiel."

Dean grinned, "Cas...hmm, weird but I like it. So, Cas, I might as well get straight to it before we're late for class. My name is Dean and I was wondering if you would help me in this class, I just can't seem to pay attention," he said, looking Cas up and down.

Cas got butterflies every time Dean used the nickname on him but when he gave him the up-down he just about fainted. Cas grabbed the back of the nearest chair for balance and saw Dean's eyes light up with worry. "Uh, sorry, I don't think I can, I'm busy, sorry, um, I have to go now," he rambled and grabbed his bag, nearly crying at his terrible luck when the contents spilled onto the floor.

Dean was about to laugh at how flustered Cas was when a textbook landed right on his foot. He bit his lip, trying to be the badass he knew he was, his eyes lined with tears. He sucked them back in and leaned over to pick up Cas' things.

Cas sat down in the chair he had been sitting in all period, too upset to even try to pick up his books. When Dean leaned over to pick them up Cas almost laughed. "Dean, don't worry-"

Dean looked up when Cas said his name and found himself eyes level with Cas' junk and he wasn't complaining. "Hmm?" he said, licking his lips, not taking his eyes off Cas' pants.

"Um!" Cas' voice cracked as Dean licked his lips and Cas had to put his hands over his lap even though it was already obvious.

"Well, Cas," Dean said, his eyes finally moving up to Cas' face, "This has been fun but if you hadn't noticed," he cleared his throat, "This class seems to be filling up and I'm sure the bell will ring in about," he looked at his watch, "20 seconds."

Cas swallowed, "I didn't-" looking up, he realised Dean was right and there was a dark haired girl smirking at him while she waited to sit in the chair he was currently occupying. "I-I'm sorry," he blushed.

Meg laughed, "Don't worry about it, Clarence. Just get up before I do get angry and," she leaned over to whisper in his ear, causing Dean to glare but she just smirked at him and finished, "maybe point out your raging boner to my friend." She chuckled when the boy jumped out of the chair, nearly kneeing Dean in the face and started ripping his things out of Dean's hands and stuffing them in his satchel.

"S-sorry, I'm leaving now, no need to say anything t-to anyone."

Dean looked up at Meg and glared, wondering what she had said to him. Cas started leaving so Dean grabbed his things and followed, turning back one more time to glare at Meg, yet again.

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