Author's Note: So I saw the idea for this on tumblr some time ago, and I can't find the post that originally inspired me again, but I'd like to thank tumblr for being a wonderful source of inspiration. This will be updated every saturday, unless anything comes up. Onto the fic!

~ Chapter One ~

At 6:30, the alarm clock started going off, playing the early morning radio full blast.

Castiel fumbled with the buttons of the clock, eventually finding the volume dial and turning it down before he got out of bed.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he padded across the carpeted floor of his bedroom, pulling off his pajamas in the bathroom and turning on the shower faucet. It took a few moments for the water to heat up, but the momentary cold shower woke him up, and the warm water was very much welcomed as Castiel picked up the bottle of mint shampoo and dispensed a quarter-sized amount into the palm of his hand. The soap came next, with the same minty scent as the shampoo that alerted his senses every morning.

At 6:45, he stepped out of the shower, feeling awake and greatly refreshed; he pulled a blue towel off the bar nearest the shower and wrapped it around himself as he stepped out, padding across the carpet again towards the closet in his bedroom.

Hair dripping slightly, Castiel got dressed in something resembling his usual attire: a pair of dark-wash jeans and a white button-down shirt worn over a white undershirt. He dried his hair with the towel and shook his head a bit when he had returned to the bathroom and ran a comb through drying, dark hair. He scrubbed his face with a gentle soap and brushed his teeth before leaving the bathroom again, scooping up his sneakers from the closet on his way over to the bed.

At 7:00, he had his socks and shoes on, and alarm clock radio turned off just as the excitable hosts wished him a good morning, just like they did every morning.

At 7:05, he was pouring coffee into a to-go mug on the kitchen counter while an English muffin sat in the toaster. The muffin popped up, and Castiel fumbled with the hot pieces of bread for a few moments, forcing them onto a plate where he spread a thin layer of raspberry jam on both halves. He nibbled on the English muffin as he walked from the kitchen to the living room, gathering his backpack together on the living room coffee table before depositing it by the front door to be picked up on the way out. Having finished the first half of the muffin, he opened the closet by the front door, pulled his black blazer out unceremoniously and slipped it on.

At 7:15, Castiel was sitting in his car, his coffee mug in the cup-holder beside him, backpack in the passenger seat as he drove to school.

He pulled into the school parking lot ten minutes later, slipping his backpack across his shoulders and removing the mug from the cup-holder and sipping the now tepid coffee as he passed the parking spaces for the seniors. He looked forward to the day he would get to use those – they were so much more conveniently placed than the ones for juniors and the few underclassmen that could drive.

A gust of warm air greeted Castiel as he stepped inside Pontiac High School's south building and headed towards his locker. His locker was located almost completely on the opposite side of the campus from his group of friends, but he didn't mind so much, seeing as they were at school even earlier than him and met up around the bench nearest his locker or in center court of the campus. This morning was pretty nice, and the bench was empty, leading Castiel to assume that they had decided to gather under the oak tree in center court this morning instead.

He spun the dial of the locker expertly before it clicked and swung open, allowing him access to the few textbooks he would need before brunch. He disposed of his anatomy and English binders and books in the locker and traded them for a chemistry notebook and textbook as well as his history binder. Slamming the locker shut, Castiel spun on his heels and shrugged the backpack over his shoulders again, narrowly avoiding a collision with a guy in a leather jacket.

"Sorry, man." Leather-jacket mumbled, taking a few steps back.

"It was my fault." Castiel attempted to placate him for a few moments before realizing that he wasn't a familiar face, and he wore the well-known neon sticker under the fold of his jacket that distinguished him as a new kid. Someone had complained at the school for doing that a few years ago, Castiel recalled, but the administrators did nothing, only tried to mollify the student body by making the entire freshman class wear the stickers on the first day of school.

Leather-jacket's sticker had 'Dean' scrawled across it with a red sharpie.

"Welcome to Pontiac, Dean." Castiel greeted finally, giving Dean a warm, but not-too-warm smile. Being a new kid at the start of a new semester seemed like it would be pretty annoying, so showing him a little more kindness than necessary didn't feel too off.

But Dean stared back at him incredulously for a few long moments before snapping out of his reverie of some sort and responded: "Oh, thanks." Dean gave him a half-hearted smile it seemed, or a tired one, but it made his green eyes light up a certain way that held Castiel's attention.

"What's your name?" Dean asked coolly, taking a step closer to him, only to start spinning away at the dial of a locker.

"Castiel."

Dean gave him another one of those dubious looks, "You serious?"

"Why would I be joking about my name?"

"Oh, uh, no reason. S'just a mouthful." Dean looked slightly amused, even while he spun away at the dial, frequently looking from the combination on his hand to the lock before it finally clunked open.

"I suppose it is." Castiel couldn't bring himself to respond until Dean had thoroughly checked out his locker and shoved a few textbooks inside it. He scanned him up and down, taking in his worn jeans and boots, over-sized leather jacket and form-hugging black t-shirt beneath it. His hair had gel in it, and it stuck up in the front a bit, probably on purpose, but it looked a little sloppy, a little disheveled, but at the same time, completely intentional. His entire appearance seemed to exude this attitude, from the way he sort of slouched while he stood to the effortless way his green eyes called for the attention of the entire room – or maybe just Castiel's attention, he wasn't entirely sure anymore.

"Castiel!" A female voice jibed from behind him, and he turned halfway, watching as Dean nodded at him in what was probably a "see you later" motion and walk down the hallway, no backpack or books in sight. Odd.

It was Anna.

"Who's that?" She asked softly once Dean had turned a corner of the hallway and was out of earshot.

"Dean. He's new here."

"Oh." She nodded and glanced up at her friend, giving him an inquisitive look that he pretended not to notice as they walked towards center court in silence.

"So you just met him?" Anna queried once they were approaching the oak tree and their friends.

"Yes."

A slight pause.

"Do you like him or something?" She raised her eyebrows curiously and honestly at this question and Castiel found himself without an answer. He shook his head.