Dean trudged down the pine lined staircase and plodded into the kitchen, smiling and ruffling Sam's hair as he sat down.
"Thanks Sammy." Dean smiled and began tucking into the bacon sandwich his mother had set before him.
"Dean, it's Sam, Sammy's a chubby twelve year old!" The teen wined, braces flashing in the natural light. Mary was a big believer in saving energy.
"Now you two, play nice and Dean, look after your brother at school." Mary smiled, setting down two tumblers of orange juice and wiping down her apron with her hands. "High Schools a mean place sweetie." Sam and Dean had been home-schooled in Kansas, Dean only up to age of eleven when he decided he wanted to go to High School. Now in his final year, he felt like punching wide-eyed eleven year old Dean. John, their father, walked into the kitchen, hands dripping with motor oil. He stopped to kiss Mary on the cheek, before washing his hands in the sink.
"She's all yours Dean." After drying his hands, he reached into his pants pocket and tossed over a clump of clinking metal. Dean caught it and felt his jaw drop.
"The Impala?" His father had been fixing up a 1967 Chevy Impala for the last two years, with Dean's assistance. Now it was his. His first day wasn't going as horrid as Dean expected.
"Yes, you're to give Sammy a ride to and from school, I don't want him on those buses." John patted Sam's arm and smiled, Mary and John had a habit of bubble wrapping Sam.
"Come on Sammy, you're riding shot gun." Dean winked, finished the last of his sandwich and jogged out of the house, Sammy hot on his tails.
They pulled up to the school; it was bustling with people, like ants round a picnic. Sam beamed as he took it all in.
"Make sure you enjoy yourself, Dean. Don't spend all day moping about missing Jo, you can call her tonight." Sam smiled. Dean laughed then nodded, watching his little brother run off. Jo had been his best friend in Kansas; Jo had helped him when he'd struggled determining his sexuality. Happily and to Dean's dismay, they both found they batted for the other team. The two of them settling into a platonic relationship and becoming the other's best friend.
Sighing, Dean drove round to the car park, parked the Impala and got out. He leant against the bonnet for a moment, catching the eye of a sandy haired boy who looked around his age and winking. The boy smirked and winked back, quirking an eyebrow.
This day was definitely getting better.
He hauled his bag over his shoulder and began the trek into the office.
His locker was Locker 283, and according the stout woman from the office that was near the Art department. Dean stepped out of the office, with his timetable, map and locker combination, new books and homeroom number balanced in one hand, phone in the other.
"Want some help with that, Sugar?" A sultry voice, a female voice, with British under-tones purred from beside him. He looked over and found a curvy girl dressed in a short tartan skirt and plain white shirt and a tan leather jacket. Her hair was wavy and honey blonde, pulled back with a few strands falling in front of pale green eyes. "I know everybody and I don't know you."
"I'm Dean, I'm new." Dean smiled, sliding his phone back into his pocket and sliding his junk into the bag.
"I guessed." She smiled. "By the way, I'm not hitting on you." Bela grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I didn't assume so." Dean furrowed his brow and stared at the girl.
"DYKE!" A boy in the far corridor shouted and Bela swung and flipped him off.
"Ahh." Dean grinned.
"Bela Talbot, school Dyke." She sighed, offering him her hand.
"Dean Winchester, faggot." He shook her hand. Bela smirked.
"You? Really? Hmm... I like you." Bela linked her arm through Dean's. "You can be my beard." Bela reminded Dean of Jo. He laughed along with her and followed her lead through the corridor. "Ooh, warning it's the Novak's." Bela stopped in her tracks and pulled Dean over to the lockers.
"Novak's?" Dean questioned.
"They're school Royalty. They have a massive family, there's like eight brothers, six of which come here, and an infamous older sister." Bela peered over Dean's shoulder to the opening door. Dean turned to watch.
The Novak's walked through the school like they owned it; leading the group was the Sandy haired guy from the parking lot, who winked at Dean as he passed. His smile radiated mischief and his eyes twinkled when he walked past. He smiled as he placed a red lollipop between his teeth. He was walking alongside a boy taller than him but fairer. They were dressed different to each other, the fairer wearing only a white t-shirt and jeans but holding a denim shirt, whereas the sandy blonde was wearing a grey button up shirt under a sandy jacket and over jeans. They walked in front of a dark skinned boy dress mostly in black and a pale skinned boy with pitch black hair who dressed like Dean. The next brother was skinny and a fairer blonde; he wore a black blazer and a low V-necked grey shirt. He was conversing with the most beautiful boy Dean had ever seen.
The boy, no man, was around the same height as Dean. He wasn't heavily built like the men Dean usually went for, he was lean but the tight white button up he wore didn't hide anything. It was pulled tight across his biceps and back, making Dean go weak at the knee. His face was turned away from Dean, his eyes roamed up and down his body. He wore tight jeans that hugged his ass to perfection, Dean felt his eyes widen as the boy turned slightly and Dean acknowledged the tightness in the front of his jeans. Then he turned, and Dean saw his face. He was beautiful, like an Angel, sculpted like Michael Angelo yet still he looked innocent, naive. Dean didn't think he could be any more gorgeous. That's when Dean caught his eyes. They were the most stunning blue, piercing blue and Dean felt himself drowning in those great sapphire lakes that Dean could just stare into for days.
The boy caught his eye and smiled, and Dean smiled back, goofily. The boy laughed a bit then returned to talking to the blonde boy.
"You fancy Castiel!" Bela whispered after pinching Dean, to tear his attention away from Castiel fine ass as he walked away.
"His name's Castiel?" Dean asked, half interested, half amused by the name.
"Yeah, that was Balthazar that Castiel was talking too. There's Gabriel, Lucifer, Raphael, Michael, Balthazar and Castiel, who go here." Bela smiled at smitten Dean. "Oh, shit, look at the time. We're late. Come on Lover boy!" Bela grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him to class.