Just a tiny wish

Chapter 1

"But just look at that handsome devil in the mirror there! Now you're going to get those girls to look only at you little brother of mine!" Gabriel said those things, giggling to himself while breaking those bottle-bottom-glasses of his younger brother's who tried to get used to the itching new lenses that were worn by his eyes. Castiel couldn't quite sit still when he looked at himself in the mirror. It didn't even look like him anymore. After all, he had worn those glasses ever since he turned five so it wasn't that surprising really.

"Gabriel I feel somehow naked. I don't think I can do this, I want my glasses back…" he protested but got silenced off by Gabriel who showed the broken glasses of his that were smashed into the trashcan.

"First of all, I've already, as you can see, trashed those ugly glasses and second, you're actually very handsome without them. Everybody's finallygoing to look at you!" Castiel frowned and sneaked away from his own reflection to put on his very familiar, comfy trenchcoat over his white, wrinkled shirt and loose blue tie.

Gabriel glanced from the wall he was leaning against and shook his head so that the flat brown hair swayed around like a haystack.

"You should really get yourself a fashion sense. Nobody wears trenchcoats nowadays."

"What's wrong with this?" Castiel said a bit offended and once again, Gabriel just shook his head and walked over to Castiel and grabbed his brother tight over his thin shoulders.

"Promise me that you at least try to make friends this semester? Okay?" Castiel nodded and sighed.

"I'm not so good when it comes to socialistic relationships."

"Oh God, you sound like a freaking lexicon or something! Just be nice and friendly."

"But I don't want-"

"Because if you don't, you may never see your Star Trek video collection ever again."

As Castiel stumbled down the sidewalk beneath his own apartment, silent and in his own thinking state, he barely noticed the small drops of rain that passed down from the grayish sky.

He really did feel naked, all these years he had worn those heavy and thick glasses because of his very bad eyesight (he wouldn't even noticed if a tree was right in front of him) and now they were all gone. He wouldn't have anything to hide behind anymore since his hair only reached the middle of his forehead. That weren't going to be much of a help.

Pain struck his tummy when he thought about everyone looking at him. As he had said to Gabriel (who already knew this fact very well), he was not good in socialistic relationships. He had never been good in socialistic relationships.

Before he had moved here, to Lawrence, Kansas, he had lived in a big house in a small town in the heart of Kentucky. He'd never liked it there and never made any friends either because of the bullies. So it was okay when his dad lost his job, it was okay when he moved to a totally different state and it was okay to live in a small apartment. Just Castiel, Gabriel and his father. Castiel had a few more brothers but they were already out of the house, flying on their own wings of liberty. Castiel's father was never home due to work so he and his brother lived alone there. That was also okay for Castiel. Gabriel accepted personal space (most of the time) and rarely brought someone over.

It was totally okay to start school that semester, one and a half year ago. Castiel had practically been a ghost that whole time. Always in the backgrounds, never making any fuss or disturbing anyone. Never got attention and was never asked at the lessons. He was alone, transparent and perfectly fine with it.

Therefore, he hesitated when his feet reached the school court yard. He looked at the school's entry door; he could see the masses of people who were trying to hide from the rain that had gone from light water drops to big falling tears of heaven.

He didn't want to do this, his whole body just screamed at him to go home and wait until his hair grew out more. But then he heard some footsteps that were coming fast towards him from behind. If Castiel was to return home right now, he was going to look like an idiot. Even if he told himself that he had forgotten something, they would totally think he was weird. It wasn't worth it. Either he was remembered as the guy who was silly enough to stand out in the rain only to head back home or he could just walk into school with his face turned to the ground, not facing a soul. He chose the other option.

As he silently came through the door, most of the people immediately raised their eyes towards him and stared at him. Castiel turned his face down, not looking at anyone, with his face all red. Never had that many people watched him all at once. He felt awkward and very uncomfortable, he just wanted to escape. And so he did.

With some fast steps, which were not too fast for anyone to notice that something was wrong, he went into the bathroom for boys and puked in the nearest toilet without locking the door nor to check if someone else would notice.

"Hey, are you okay in there?" Castiel almost didn't hear the guy's voice over his vomiting and was silent for a moment as he rested a bit, not really knowing what to say.

"Bad… breakfast."

"Oh, I see." The boy from the other bathroom said and flushed his toilet. Castiel, who sat on the floor, slowly flushing his own toilet while trying to keep away this nausea, were approached by the boy who had been on the other toilet. He was very handsome; the blonde-brown hair was nicely done above his short forehead which was above the greenest eyes Castiel had ever seen. They were like grass in a summer's day, almost shimmering.

"Need some help? I could take you to the nurse's office if you want to." Castiel kept quiet and just shook his head, leaning on the toilet while the boy approached him, looking over Castiel's shoulders as he scratched his nose.

"Is this yours and miss Toilet's second date or something? You look pretty intimate." Very confused Castiel looked up at the boy who just stood there and smiled as if he were making fun of him.

"No, not really."

"Then come here, I'll help you up. You should go to the nurse to get a check up, you know?" he said while helping Castiel up to some wobbling feet. He still felt nauseated and would have preferred the floor by the toilet. The boy took his arms around Castiel's body and was on his way to get out of there and into the packed hallway but Castiel suddenly stopped walking and the boy reacted with a sudden stop himself, looking a bit terrified.

"Are you going to puke again, then please say so."

"No. I just… want to sit for a while."

"You can do that outside."

"No…"

"Yes you can? There are benches outside so you won't have to sit on the dirty flo-" The boy suddenly stopped talking when he saw Castiel's white face, whose eyes were nervously looking for an escape. "Dude, are you okay? You look a bit pale."

"I'm not so good when it comes to socialistic relationships." Castiel said bluntly and the boy just nodded and lead Castiel back to the toilet where Castiel seated himself on the floor again while the boy stood against the wall with his broad shoulders inside that brown leather jacket. It was a time of silence, not that Castiel minded. He liked the silence, then he didn't have to look so stupid when he actually talked. And then he was reminded of something; this was the first time someone other than a teacher had ever said a word to him at the school.

"I'm Dean by the way, nice to meet you pukiehead. What's your name? I haven't seen you around much." Castiel looked up at him and met those green eyes again, feeling weird in his stomach. He wasn't going to puke again was he?

"Castiel."

"… Seriously? Are your family religious or something?" Castiel looked at the boy, Dean, and was rather surprised that this guy actually knew about the angel of Thursday. Castiel himself hadn't looked it up until he was fourteen, which were about three years ago.

"My mum was. She liked the angel names."

"Oh I see. I'm named after my grandma, if that helps you anything." Dean said and smiled. Castiel once again looked a bit confused.

"Why would it help?"

"Well, it's just uhm… eh… you know." Castiel shook his head confusingly and Dean just kept smiling, also he a bit confused. From his side, an awkward moment of silence was made and then Dean sighed and clapped his hands.

"Well! I think most of the people out there already have gone to their lessons. How about go to the nurse now?" Once again Castiel shook his head.

"I'm fine now, thank you very much for staying."

"I couldn't just leave another dude hanging over the toilet seat as if they were married. Come, let's walk to class. Where are you heading?" he smiled although the smell of Castiel's puke still remained in the bathroom and Castiel almost felt happy. He had actually talked to someone today; too bad it won't happen again.

"I'm going to Eric Kripke's English lesson." He said while Dean corrected Castiel's loosened tie.

"Me too, let's go then."

When they got out of the bad smelling toilet they both noticed that nobody was there. Castiel made a sigh of relief and smiled a bit while thanking all the gods of earth. Dean laughed a bit at him but just kept walking in a soft silence by Castiel's side until they got to the classroom.