Introduction:
This is set in AU where Sam and Dean are both sixteen and fraternal twins. Also their mother died a supernatural-free death so the family never started hunting.
Castiel is seventeen and just a human.
So with this knowledge in mind here we go . . . .
When Sam and Dean Winchester showed up to their first day of the eleventh grade they immediately heard a couple of girls gossiping by the main entrance.
"Did you hear about the new guy? Apparently he's in grade twelve and a major hottie," one told her friend as she re-applied her lip gloss while staring at herself in a compact. "Lauren says she met him working at the mall. She chatted him up, but she couldn't get much information. But apparently he's Mr. Tall Handsome and Mysterious."
"But I thought you were going to go after Dean Winchester this year?" The second girl asked.
"Well lets just say if this guy is as great as Lauren says he is she just might get herself a Sam Winchester. And you, Sasha, might get promoted to Dean."
Dean took this opportunity to walk over to the girls and stand in between them.
"Hey Nancy, having fun choosing my fate?" Dean asked casually. "Man this early? Damn I must be in demand."
Nancy rolled her eyes attempting to play it cool.
Meanwhile her friend didn't seem to get the casual memo as she just stood there with her eyes wide and her mouth open in shock.
Dean casually leaned over and put his hand on her chin, closing her mouth.
"God, you're so arrogant!" Nancy said angrily.
"Calm down honey, you'll get your turn," Dean told her moving a stray piece of her hair back in place.
He flashed them both his dazzling tilted smile, then turned and left before either of them had a chance to speak.
"God I hate him," Nancy said.
"You want to jump his bones right here?" Sasha asked smirking.
"Kind of," Nancy admitted.
Dean walked back over and slapped his brother on the back.
"Well Sammy, I've got to go, the cheerleaders are waiting," Dean told him.
"You are such a whore," Sam said laughing.
"Bitch," Dean said walking off.
"Jerk!" Sam called after him.
Since Sam was left alone he decided to go look for the girl he'd been crushing on for the whole last year, Jessica Moore. He was kind of like a little lost puppy dog around her, but they were really good friends. And much to Sam's dismay that was it.
He decided to look for her inside around the hallways as she didn't appear to be outside.
Sam suddenly felt a movement in his pocket and pulled out his phone to see that he had recieved a text message from Dean.
You'd better man up and ask her out or I'll tell her for you.
The idea of Dean asking her out for him was one of Sam's worst nightmares. He knew that Dean's word choice would be similar to 'Sammy wants to get in your pants.'
Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind. He quickly exited out of the text and turned around.
"Hey Jess!" Sam said just the tiniest bit too enthusiastic.
Jessica embraced Sam into a big hug that every guy in the hallway was jealous of.
"So what were you staring at so intensely on your phone?" Jessica questioned.
"Oh nothing, It was just Dean being . . . well Dean," Sam responded shrugging it off.
The two began to walk together and soon found themselves in an empty hallway.
"So I wanted to ask you something," Sam told her after getting the nerve up.
Just as Jess opened her mouth to respond the bell rang loudly.
"Look Sam I've got to go, my first class is on the other side of the school. I'll see you at lunch, you can ask me whatever it is then," Jessica said before running off to catch her class.
When Dean Winchester entered his first class, chemistry, the bell had just rung. He saw that most people were already sitting paired off so he sat down at one of the few empty desks near the back of the room by himself.
This suited him better anyways since science was one of his worst subjects and he had almost failed last year. He needed to stay concentrated on his work for this class because if his marks were bad then his dad takes back his car . . . well technically him and Sammy shared it, but Sam wasn't much for driving and Dean had fallen in love with the car the second he laid his eyes on it.
Several girls looked as if they were debating getting up and moving, but before any could take any action the teacher walked into the room.
"Hi I'm Mrs. Davies and I'll be your chemistry teacher for the term," A peppy older woman informed them, she didn't get any further before Dean had totally zoned her out.
"So who would like to hand out textbooks?" The teacher asked at the end of her speech.
"I'll do it Mrs. Davies," Nancy said in a fake sweet voice.
"Oh, very well dear," Mrs. Davies said, then sat down at her desk.
Nancy went around handing everyone a textbook and when she got to the last desk she handed the handsome green-eyed boy his with a slip of paper.
Dean unfolded it as soon as she left, rolling his eyes. Passing notes in class how girly, he thought to himself. He quickly read the note's contents:
Dean, meet me at the back of the school around 4 o'clock. - Nancy.
He rolled his eyes once again, did the girl really feel the need to put his name at the start and her name at the end like he was too brain-damaged to put together who wrote it and that it was for him.
He wasn't sure if he was going to show or not, frankly he found Ms. Cheerleader to be annoyingly overwhelming in small doses. Even if she was hot he didn't think it was worth being her arm candy for the year, strictly off limits to anyone else.
His thoughts were interrupted as the sound of the classroom door closing snapped him back into reality.
He looked up to see a boy with shockingly bright blue eyes, dark hair, and dressed in a trench-coat, a pair of ripped, dark jeans, and a light grey v-neck shirt that clung to his muscles.
All of the girls' eyes were instantly on him.
Suddenly Dean noticed that he too was staring and looked back at the note, then folded it up and put it in the pocket of his leather jacket.
When he looked back up the boy was handing Mrs. Davies a slip of paper.
"Sorry I was late, I had to pick up my schedule," The boy said quietly in a husky voice.
"Class this is Castiel, he's new to the school," The teacher announced.
She then told him to grab a seat in a quieter voice.
There was an odd amount of people in the class before he had shown up so Castiel had the options of Dean, Nancy, or Sasha who were all sitting by themselves.
He walked to the back of the class and innocently asked, "Mind if I sit here?"
"No, not at all," Dean said shocked that he was chosen over the two cheerleaders.
"Nancy and Sasha why don't you sit together and become lab partners?" The teacher asked.
The girls quickly agreed since the only reason they had sat separately in the first place was they were both hoping for Dean to sit with them.
Castiel sat down instantly feeling slightly giddy. He knew that he could never let anyone here know that he liked men, but the sight of Dean still spread a smile across his face.
"Hey I'm Dean," Dean said with a small smile.
"Hi," Castiel responded. "I'm new here."
"I noticed," Dean told him.
Castiel noticed a certain amount of sarcasm, but he didn't think the other boy's words were meant to be harsh, just playful.
"Want me to show you around?" Dean asked.
"Sure, I guess," Castiel responded casually even though his pulse quickened at the idea.
"But I heard you were in grade twelve, so then why are you in grade eleven chemistry?" Dean asked.
"I flunked it last year," Castiel said with a shrug.
As he shrugged the sleeves of his coat were pulled slightly up and Dean could swear that he had seen bruises around each of the boy's wrists.
A/N: Please read and review. Anyways I hope you liked the story so far, please tell me if you did. I'll try to have another chapter up soon. Thanks for reading!