(Dean's P.O.V.)
I never thought anything extraordinary would ever happen to me. I always thought I would live a basic life with a good career; nothing special. I never knew I could love someone so much and care about such little things. I never knew my life would be such an amazing story to tell. That's why I'm here; to tell you about the amazing life I never thought I would live. To tell you about the amazing people I never thought I would meet. I am a horrible writer, so bear with me, but I made a promise I intend to keep.
It was the first day of junior year; one more year left and I would be off to a nice college. I was putting my books in my locker; careful not to mess up the order they were in. I heard someone call my name. "Hey, Dean!" I look up to see my best friend, Charlie, running down the hallway. She jumped in my arms and I held her there, her feet off the ground. "It is so great to see you again!" She said, me setting her back on the ground. "It feels like it's been forever. So, how was camp?" I asked. "It was great, now that I finally got to be an instructor." She replied. We made small talk until the bell rang. "It is so unfair that we're in different homerooms." She said turning to leave. I walked away, calling when I reached the end of the hallway, "See you in 2nd hour!" I saw her give me a thumbs up before I turned the corner and arrived at my class.
I walked in and saw girl's staring at me and heard them whispering about me, so I ignored them. I knew I wasn't ugly or anything, but I wasn't the kind of person who loved being noticed or looked at. I liked blending in with the crowd; staying unseen. I never wanted to date anyone; I always thought it would get in the way of my art. Ah, yes. How could I forget my art?
I knew the first time I picked up a pencil that art was what I wanted to do with life. I was so focused on it; I never had any friends or got into any relationships. I never saw the point. My parents were worried that I was being bullied or something because I was so unsocial and didn't act like kids my age. I could have had loads of 'friends' if I wanted them, but I knew that they wouldn't be nearly as amazing of a friend as Charlie. I also knew that in order to be happy, I didn't need lots of people in my life; just a few that I cared about.
I heard Mrs. Hayne yell, "Alright, alright! Everyone take a seat!" I immediately went to the table in the corner of the room with the window next to it. I loved to sit next to windows because all I have to do is look outside and there's something to draw. I heard Mrs. Hayne again. "Everyone listen up! We have a new student." I looked at the kid standing next to her. He was looking at his feet. That's weird. I thought. Most of the time new guys are arrogant and really chatty. I saw him look up. He had the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my whole life. I noticed I was staring, so I blushed and looked out the window. "Would you like to introduce yourself?" Mrs. Hayne asked, smiling at him. "Yea, sure," He said awkwardly. "My name is Castiel. I moved here from Maine because my dad got offered a better job." Mrs. Hayne replied, "Well, Castiel, you are very welcome here. Go ahead and take a seat wherever you want." I looked at him and noticed he was walking towards me. At first I wondered why he was sitting next to me when he could sit next to girls and have them swoon over him. Then, the fear set in.
Why would he want to sit next to me? Does he like me? Don't be stupid Dean. This is your first time looking at him. Besides, you promised you wouldn't let people going to get in the way of drawing. But what does it mean? God Dean, you're so stupid. It means that he doesn't want any girls freaking out over him. All he wants to do is escape any unnecessary drama.
"Hello." Castiel said, bringing me out of my thoughts and back to reality. "Oh, hi." I responded. Real freaking smooth. "Is it okay if I sit here?" He asked, sounding slightly worried. "No, no, it's fine." I managed to say. "My name is Dean, by the way." He looked at me. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Dean." He offered his hand out. I quickly shook it. "I'm assuming you know who I am?" He asked.
"Yea, I do."I awkwardly responded, not sure what to say. I noticed Castiel was rubbing his hands and looked nervous, so I blurted out, "Don't be nervous; the people here are pretty great. The school itself is pretty amazing, too." And with a face like yours, you won't have any trouble making friends. He nodded. I looked out the window again, tuning out Mrs. Hayne and trying to stop thinking about the boy sitting next to me. I always thought that it was pathetic to think about someone who barely knows who you are, but I found it quite simple when it came to Castiel.
When the bell rang, telling us to go to our first class, I quickly darted out of the room. Get a hold of yourself, Dean. Love at first sight doesn't exist. Besides, he probably isn't gay and if he was, he wouldn't date you. Besides, you have to focus on drawing. I got to my locker and opened it; quickly getting the books I needed for my first class. I closed my locker and almost fell on the floor by surprise because Castiel was standing there. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He quickly said and looked at his feet. "Uh... I-I was just wondering if you could show me where the math room is." He looked very nervous and embarrassed, and if I didn't feel bad for him, I probably would've laughed. I then realized that my first class was math, too. Oh, great. He'll want to sit next to me, and I could really do without a full class period to suffer though. Besides, math isn't my best subject, so I really need to pay attention to the class, not him. "Yea," I responded. "That's actually my first class, too, so it won't be any trouble." He looked up and smiled at me. I felt my chest get tight. God, he looks so perfect. "That's great. I was hoping we had at least this class together because I really don't like meeting new people." He said. He was smiling, but his eyes looked very sad. I wanted to know why he looked sad, but we weren't friends and I couldn't expect him to trust me after just meeting me. But, my curiosity got the best of me and I asked him anyways. "What's wrong?" He shook his head. "Nothing. I'm fine." "Okay," I responded, very unsure, but I didn't want to push it. "We should probably get going. Don't want to be late." He nodded.
When we got to the room, I went to the back of the room. Castiel followed and sat next to me at the table. After we sat down, he asked me, "If you don't mind my asking, why do you like sitting in the back of the room?" "I draw a lot, so I like to look out windows for things to draw. Plus, when I sit in the back, it means no one will stare or bother me." I simply responded, still thinking of the way he smiled. I wanted to do anything I could to see that incredible smile again. He responded, "Both reasons make sense. I mean, I for one hate it when people try to talk to me. And besides, you must be an amazing artist.." He turned red in the face and looked away right after he said it, and I couldn't help but blush. He was very nervous, that was obvious. I asked, "Why don't you see for yourself?" he looked at me, curiosity in his eyes. I pulled out my sketchbook from my backpack. My sketchbook was something I was very protective of. The only other person I would let look at it besides me was Charlie, and she doesn't because she doesn't want to make me uncomfortable. I didn't even let my parents look at it. And yet, there I was, offering some stranger the opportunity to page though my collection of drawings. I was shocked my what I was doing, but I couldn't help it. I felt the like I needed to make this boy happy. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Because I know that a lot of people don't like when other people look at their work and-" "Yea, I'm sure." I said, cutting him off. He reluctantly took the sketchbook from my hands and started paging through it. His jaw dropped when he got to the pages with angels. I felt my chest tighten. Great. He's going to think I'm some weirdo and never talk to me again. "This, this is-" He started. "Awful? Yea, tell me about." Why do I even care what this guy thinks? He doesn't even like you. God, you're so stupid, Dean! How could you let some stranger look at your drawings? I fought back tears, which made me feel even more stupid. "They're not awful." He said. "They're magnificent."
"You think they're okay?" I asked, shocked. "They are more than okay; they are incredible." he responded, smiling. He looked so perfect. I blushed and smiled back. "I'm not trying to sound rude, but how did you get your name? I mean, it's sounds so beautiful." I blushed even harder. I expected him to laugh, But he blushed and smiled wider. "My parents really liked angel names. my brother is also named after and angel; his name is Gabriel." The bell rang and he quickly closed my book and gave it back. I spent the whole class glancing at Castiel; hoping he didn't notice. I wanted to reach out and break the imaginary wall between us, but it seemed impossible. I never knew how anyone could think about another person for such a long period of time. Castiel always seemed to make the impossible possible.
After class, I saw Castiel start walking to his locker. "Hey Cas!" I called. "Wait up!" He quickly jerked his head up, looking confused until his eyes landed on me. When I caught up to him, he immediately asked, "Why did you call me Cas?" I looked at my feet. "I'm sorry. I should've asked you before I called you that. I just thought that it would take less time then to say your full name." Since when did I ramble? "Not that I don't like your full name. I-" "It's okay." He said, and I looked back up to meet his impossibly blue eyes. He was smiling. "No one has ever called me Cas before, that's all." "Really?" I asked. "With a name as extraordinary as yours?" "I don't know very many people." His smile faded quickly. "What's your next class?" I asked, not sure what else I should say. I felt horrible when I saw him sad, but I didn't know how to help. Cas looked at his schedule. "Lit." "That's not my next class, but I'll still show you where the room is if you want." I said. "That would be helpful." He replied.