Dean sighed and sat up, scratching the back of his head. The first day of his freshmen year and he was going in with a mouthful of braces and glasses so thick they should come with a warning symbol. Not the way he wanted to start high school. His kid brother Sam was starting fifth grade today, he was already the tallest kid in the grade, so he'd be just fine, no body picks on the tall kid.

Groaning, he pulled on his usual green, flannel button up and made sure his belt was tight enough. Dean tucked his shirt into his jeans and combed his hair in the way he had since he was eight.

"Well Dean, this is as good as it gets," He gave himself half a smile and picked up his shoulder bag, heading out the door to catch the bus, grabbinguffin and a bottle of strawberry milk. Dean nodded to John, grabbing Sam a muffin and some milk, seeing as he was already out the door.

He got on the bus, handing Sam his things, who, Dean noticed, was already sitting with a pretty blonde girl. Dean took a long look around and bit into the muffin. He swallowed nervously, heading down the back of the bus, his cheeks flushing as he got to the high school section.

"Taken."

"Taken."

"Taken."

"Sit down!" The bus driver barked, so Dean kept going back, but each kid sitting in a single seat found a reason for him not to sit down. He was starting to get frustrated, tears pricking in his eyes, which he quickly blinked away.

"Hey, come sit back here. There's a spot."

Dean looked up, thinking it was a joke. Then, when he caught a glance at who was talking, he knew it had to be a joke. The boy who was moving over sat on the very last seat in the back of the bus. He had a black and blue striped Mohawk, a circular ring in his lip and another in his nose, along with a thick rod in his eyebrow. He was obviously wearing contacts, no one's eyes could possibly be that shade of blue naturally, could they? He wore a sleeveless fishnet shirt, dark skinny jeans and beaten grey high tops that had seen better days. Each of his fingers had a menacing looking ring and there was a star tattooed behind his ear.

"You gonna sit down or what?" The kid asked, nodding to the seat next to him. Dean fell all over himself, but quickly settled into the seat beside the boy, tucking his bag at his feet and biting into his muffin.

He blushed suddenly feeling stupid for bringing a muffing and strawberry milk on the bus. What was he, five? Jesus, how embarrassing. He tried to hid the milk, but the kid snatched it up and took a long drink, before handing it back. He just gave a slight quirk of his lips and said nothing, his eyes returning to the window.

They sat in relative silence, Dean eating and looking anywhere but the boy next to him, the guy simply bobbing his head to the heavy metal Dean could hear, even through the guy's headphones.

"Cas! Cas you fucker! Hey!" There was a sudden flash as the boy sitting next to him took a slap to the side of the head. Dean winced in compassion and looked to the guy who'd done it. He looked a little like the boy next to him, a fairly similar facial structure, but his eyes were brown, his hair an almost matching color. Dean kept his head down as said nothing.

"The fuck is your deal Gabrielle." The name was spit with malice and Dean could automatically detect a challenge in the emo kid's, Cas?, eyes. He didn't even look up, staring firmly at the bottle in his hands. This wasn't his fight.

"My little, pain-in-the-ass of a brother is gonna go deaf, don't listen to your music so loud. I'm not gonna let Chuck beat my ass because I let you turn the volume up fully." He glared at Cas and took his IPod, turning the sound down before turning around in his seat and going back to his business.

Cas, Dean though his name was, moodily put one headphone back in, before offering the second to Dean with a smile that had Dean's insides churning. Fifteen and forever horny. He took it and swallowed, plugging it into his ear.

"T-Thanks." He cursed his damnable stutter to hell. "Y-You really d-don't have t-to be nice to me y-y-you know. I-I'm a loser an-anyway," he gave a smile, like it was the easiest thing in the world to say. "A-After today I'll f-find somewhere e-else to sit." Dean cleared his throat, knowing his cheeks must be bright red.

"What the fuck makes you think I want you to move?" Cas's words were harsh but his tone was kind and he gave a half smile. "You're just fine. You can sit next to me all you like. Sides, you like strawberry milk, that's the shit man." He gave a laugh that made Dean go from zero to sixty so fast it was humiliating. "I'm Novak, Castiel Novak."

Dean gave a sheepish smile. "D-Dean Win-Winchester," he coughed and frowned, humiliated by his stutter.

"Dean, huh? I like your song." His name on Castiel's lips was like heaven. "That asshole I front of us is my big brother Gabriel, the kid to his left is Uriel, who is also my brother."

Uriel was a muscled black kid who looked like he could easily punt Dean across a football field, Dean gave a nod and quickly avoided eye contact, swallowing heavily against the nausea rolling in his stomach. He was getting nervous now, the bus was slowing down and the students were being dropped off.

"I'll see you around, Dean Winchester." Castiel tapped his nose and effortlessly slid past Dean, somehow managing to be the first kid off the bus, lighting up a cigarette, as if he was God. Dean tried to gather up what was left of his wit and shouldered his bag as he made his way off the bus, his eyes glued to the place Castiel Novak had disspeared too.

So, hey guys, this is going to be an AU about Cas and Dead as teenagers in highschool, I originally got the idea from Coming Out of the Closet by OnyxDay, please check it out! All rights for the original idea go to her, I'm just going off it. Gimme gimme feedback!