It was a hot and humid morning. The birds could be heard chirping in the distance. A ray of light seeped into the room, landing on the unmoving form of Dean Winchester.

It was Monday morning, the first day of school Monday morning. The alarm went off with a shrill, insistent cry. Grumbling, Dean lifted his hand and slammed it on his alarm to stop it from going off once more. Deciding five more minutes of sleep wouldn't kill him he got comfortable once more and slipped quickly into a doze.

"Dean! Hurry up! We need to get to school!"

Dean jolted up and fell off his bed when his brother's yelling broke through his slumber. Looking frantically up to his clock he could see it was 7:30.

"Son of a bitch!"

Dean had overslept. He hurriedly got up, put on a pair of jeans near his bed and grabbed a black t-shirt from his closet. He shrugged on his leather jacket that hung on the back of his door before runing out of his room and bolting down the stairs. In the kitchen he was greeted with an unhappy expression from his mother and a slightly angry expression from his father.

"Son, you need to wake up earlier. You can't be late. It's the first day of school Dean."

Dean grudgingly nodded an agreement to his father's demand. He went up to his mother to give her a kiss goodbye before leaving. She softened up a bit and as she hugged him said, "Have a nice day. Love you Dean."

Dean smiled adoringly at his mother before rushing out the door. Dean's only joy for the day was that he could finally show off the beauty he was driving, his 67' Chevy Impala. His father had sold it to him over the summer and Dean had been dying to show it off. His brother Sammy was waiting next to the car slightly impatient.

"Dean, hurry up or we're going to be late."

"Sorry Sammy, don't worry we'll make it."

Dean adored his little brother Sammy. The kid was smart as hell and a good kid. Sam would be starting his sophomore year and he knew the kid was excited. Over the summer Sammy had gone through a growth spurt and was nearly as tall as Dean. His voice had also deepened. Dean was sure he was ready to get himself a girl this year.

As Dean peeled out of the driveway and raced down the street to the local high school all he could think about was that it was finally his Senior Year.

Castiel Novak woke up at the crack of dawn. He had to work a few hours at the diner before heading off to school. As Castiel rolled over in his bed and stared up at the ceiling all he could think about was his first day at this new school. Only moving here at the beginning of summer, Castiel knew no one and he knew he would be left wandering the school on his own.

The thought of even attending school sent shivers up Castiel's spine. He had been forced to leave his previous school for problems that were not his fault and came here to live on his own, away from his past. The idea of starting fresh was somewhat of a relief, but the idea that someone was to figure out where he came from and why he was here scared him.

As much as Castiel would have wanted to think more about his current situation, he had no time. In the next ten minutes Castiel got up, got dressed in his diner uniform, packed his bag with the clothes for school, and headed out, walking to his workplace.

Dean was sitting on a blue, plastic chair in the attendance office waiting for his pass to class. He had rode into school five minutes after the final bell and had been made to wait for the attendance receptionist. Dean waited lazily, making strange noises to pass the time, until the receptionist arrived, Mrs. Harvelle.

"Well what do we have here? A Winchester, late on the first day of school? Your mom and old man ain't gonna be happy about this," a voice behind Dean said.

Mrs. Harvelle had walked in and was looking Dean up and down. She was considering whether she should scold him further and slap him against the head, or soften up and grab him into a hug.

Dean and Mrs. Harvelle were close. She was a good friend of his uncle Bobby and was the nicest women he had ever known, next to his mom. She looked out for him and always tried to keep him on track. Next to Sam and his mom, Mrs. Harvelle was the only person Dean trusted completely with everything.

With a mega-watt smile in response, Dean got up and gathered up Mrs. Harvelle in a bear hug.

"It's good to see you too Mrs. Harvelle."

Mrs. Harvelle tried to stifle a laugh from escaping her lips, but it was near impossible. Dean always brought her laughter, even if he did some stupid things. Finally calmed, Dean set her down and walked with her to the front desk.

As she walked over to the other side to settle herself in for work, she spoke to Dean with concern and a hint of anger.

"Dean you know it's great to see you, but Christ's sake, it's the first day of school. You can't be slacking off."

Dean stopped with all the charm he was putting up and turned serious. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew she was right. He nodded in response.

With a soft smile settling in, Mrs. Harvelle spoke with kindness, "You're lucky I like you Winchester. Tell you what, I'll let you go this time if you help me out and give Jo a ride to school tomorrow."

Dean lit up with a genuine smile. Relief sweeping in, Dean responded, "Of course, Mrs. Harvelle. Thanks."

Mrs. Harvelle smiled up at him. She had faith in the boy and knew good things would come from him. She began to write out Dean's excuse when a jumble of clothes and paper stumbled into the room.

Castiel had been cleaning the dishes for the diner and had not been paying attention to the time. When he had finally finished up, Castiel had looked up at the clock.

7:50 AM

Eyes wide in realization, Castiel jumped into action. He grabbed his belongings from the kitchen floor and ran into the bathroom to change into his school clothes. He discarded his food stained tee and jeans for a white button up, blue vest, black dress pants, and a beige trench coat. There was no time to check the mirror, Castiel ran out of the diner through the back and headed off to school.

The high school was located ten blocks away from the diner which forced Castiel to run all the way there. When he arrived, he was out of breath and as sweaty as a pig. Not thinking he ran into the office and fell face first onto the tile floor.

It took Castiel a few seconds to recover. Realizing he was wasting away precious minutes, Castiel began to frantically pick up the papers that had fallen. He hadn't realized that another person had begun to help him pick up his things. It wasn't until he reached for the last piece of paper that he came face to face with a man with stunning green eyes.

The man cleared his throat a bit before speaking, "Slow down there buddy. Don't worry. Here's all your stuff."

The stranger handed him back his papers and got up. He offered his hand and helped Castiel up. Taking him into full view, Castiel saw the green eyed man was dressed in jeans, a black tee, a dark brown leather jacket, and work boots. The slightly messy golden brown hair added to his overall attractiveness and Castiel couldn't help the fast beating of his heart.

"I'm Dean Winchester," he said. The young man, Dean, put his hand out for a handshake.

Castiel, finally regaining the use of his mouth and body, extended his own hand and shook Dean's.

"I'm Castiel," he said, trying to swallow the dryness of his throat.

Dean gave a warm smile. Castiel, feeling himself become less nervous, smiled back. After a few seconds with both boys staring at each other, a woman cleared her throat. Castiel turned his attention to her and saw that she was the receptionist he had spoken to earlier in the week to set up his classes.

"Castiel you're here. It's good to see you. I have your schedule ready," Mrs. Harvelle said while opening a drawer.

Castiel walked over to the receptionist. She took out a paper from the drawer and handed it over to him.

"This is your schedule sweetheart. Now you're late, but being your first day at this new school it'll pass. Lucky for you, you have Dean here to help you to your first period class."

Dean turned to the receptionist and gave her a quick smile and a small wave before he turned back to Castiel and nodded.

"Mrs. Harvelle is right. You're lucky you have me, the school's already confusing enough. Come on, let's head out. We don't wanna be any later than we already are."

Dean began to walk out into the hall. Castiel scurried to catch up, still struggling with the amount of items in his hand, but at that moment, that didn't matter to Castiel, only the stranger with the green eyes named Dean Winchester mattered.

Only seconds from leaving the reception room, Dean led Castiel to the library.

"Is it alright if we hang out in the library a bit before heading to find your classes?" Dean asked.

He was exhausted and wanted to take a quick rest before heading off to his own class. Talking with the new kid would be a win for him too. Dean wasn't sure what it was, but there was something about Castiel that Dean was drawn to. It scared him a bit though because he had just met the guy and knew nothing about him.

Castiel had hesitated a moment before responding to Dean's question with a small stutter, "Uh, sure, that's fine."

Both boys arrived at the library and took a seat near the back of the room. No one was in the library, leaving the two to themselves. It was silent for a bit until Dean took incentive and began asking questions.

"So, what brings you to this shit hole of a school?"

Dean noticed that Castiel grew a bit fidgety by the question he had asked. Wanting to ease the worry Castiel was showing, Dean asked a different question.

"How about you just tell me about yourself? Anything. Tell me whatever you want."

To reassure Castiel, Dean gave a friendly smile. He leaned forward in his seat and looked up at Castiel expectantly. He was honestly interested in what Castiel, the captivating boy with blue eyes, would say.

Castiel felt small in his seat. He had been lead to the library by Dean and was now being waited for an answer to a question.

Dean had started out by asking Castiel about his move to this school, but had changed the question. Castiel was sure that Dean had noticed a change in his behavior and was slightly nervous at being read so easily. Castiel wasn't ready to answer questions for why he had moved here. He wasn't ready to allow anyone in. He couldn't stand that, not yet at least.

Since entering the library Castiel had been nervous. From the start he knew he was growing an attraction to Dean, not that he could be blamed. The teen with green eyes was greatly handsome and genuinely nice.

Dean had just asked Castiel to talk about himself and Castiel was unsure of where to start. He didn't want to say anything that could ruin this potential friendship that was growing between him and Dean. At least he hoped this was a friendship that would prosper.

After waiting a few more moments, Castiel took a deep breath and answered Dean with a quiet voice.

"I...I like to draw. I hope to become a doctor in the future. School is a huge priority in my life. I kinda have my life revolving around school and drawing, my two passions."

There was a moment of silence. Castiel grew worried. Dean didn't look like the type of person who had an interest in either art or school. What if Dean was thinking up a way to tell Castiel sorry, but he was not up for a friend like him?

Finally, Dean responded.

"That's awesome. I know what it means to have passions. I'm not gonna lie, art and school aren't my thing, but hey, if you like it, awesome. My brother is a lover for school. He actually wants to be a lawyer. I'm more of a mechanic guy. Leaving town is my dream after high school."

Dean gave Castiel a warm smile which brought peace to Castiel and had him smiling too.

The two boys talked some more. They talked about school, hobbies, and different passions they had. When the bell rang for the end of first period the two boys got up and headed out into the hallway.

As they got into the hall, Dean realized he hadn't helped Castiel find where his classes were. Seeing the schedule in his hands, Dean took a hold of the piece of paper and scanned the classes. He couldn't help but be impressed by the classes. Castiel had 4 AP classes and 2 art classes.

When the halls began to clear Dean started to lead Castiel to his 2nd period class.

"You're pretty smart Cas, 4 AP's."

Castiel began to turn a bright pink from embarrassment.

Nodding slightly, Castiel said, "Um, yea. I guess I'm smart."

Dean smiled. He realized he had called Castiel Cas. He hadn't meant to give him a nickname, but Cas sounded good and rolled of his tongue easily.

When the halls cleared a bit, Dean headed to the 3rd building of the school. Cas had AP Physics next. As they approached the building Dean stole a glance at Cas. He hadn't noticed it before, but Dean saw the guy looked disheveled.

"Cas I don't mean to sound like a dick, but you look like crap."

Castiel took a glance at himself before turning red once more, "I was in a rush, didn't have time to fix myself up." Castiel replied sheepishly.

Dean chuckled. "It's good you have me here to help you out."

Taking a hold of Castiel's things, Dean set them on the ground and paid attention to Cas.

Castiel had black dress pants, a white button up half way tucked in, a blue vest, backwards blue tie, wrinkled beige trench coat and black converse. His hair was sticking up in different directions. Taking a couple of seconds to think of what to do, Dean finally began fixing Cas up.

He told Cas to tuck in his shirt. Then he began to fix Castiel's vest. He patted Cas's chest down until the vest looked less wrinkled. He shook out the trench coat a bit to loosen the wrinkles as well. Dean then began to pat down Cas' hair and ran his fingers through it a few times, styling it messily. When it came to Cas' tie, Dean had to pull Castiel closer to him to fix it. He undid the tie and redid correctly. Castiel was only centimeters away from Dean.

Realizing the close proximity to each other both started into each other's eyes. Dean wouldn't admit it, but deep in his gut he wished he could pull Cas into a kiss. After what felt like years, Castiel stepped back and leaned down to pick up his belongs.

Castiel cleared his throat as he got back up. "Uh thanks Dean. For everything."

Dean smiled brightly. "No problem Cas."

Just as Cas was about to enter his physics room Dean put a hand on his shoulder. Castiel turned towards Dean.

"Wait for me here. We can spend our snack period together. If you want to, that is," Dean says. Castiel's eyes lit up.

"Yea Dean, I'd like that," Cas said when his eye flicked down to Dean's hand on his shoulder. Dean gave a small nod as he felt his face heat up. He quickly took his hand off of Castiel's shoulder before giving him a small wave along with a nervous smile.

Castiel returned the smile softly and then turned back to the door. Finally, Castiel entered the class leaving Dean outside with a giddy feeling in his chest. His face heated up as he turned away from the classroom door to the nearly empty hallway. He readjusted his backpack on his shoulder before heading down the hall to his own class.