A/N:
Hello again my little puffs of wonder! I come bearing stories! Well, STORY, but whatev. This will again be a high school AU cause I just love the lil guys, and I'm not good at writing anything canon. I will continue to update my other story "Til It's Gone" but I feel like writing something a bit lighter at the moment, so here we are and away we go!

Chapter :

It all started with a note. That stupid fucking note. If you asked Dean Winchester a couple of months ago if he would be chasing a ghost, a mystery, a fantasy, he would have laughed in your face. He had zero issues getting a date. He was admired, and for good reason. If you looked up "Greek God" in the dictionary, you would be greeted with a photo of Dean. Dean was glorious. His face looked like it was chiseled out of marble. All bright, captivating deep green eyes, plump perfectly shaped lips, perfectly coiffed dirty blonde hair and a body that made males and females alike weak in the knees. He was captivating, with his bad boy persona and devil may care attitude. He never had to worry about getting a date and always had the upper hand in relationships, well, hook-ups. Dean didn't do the relationship thing, never felt the need for it. If he wanted a warm body in his bed, he would call one of the girls on the long list of people willing to give him some affection. He was content and pleased with being single, enjoying his freedom. Nobody ever caught his attention enough to make him consider anything more than a quick fuck, that is until that fucking note.

It was a regular crisp fall day at school, Dean was in his junior year and things were good. It was the kind of day he woke up feeling good, opting to walk to school with his little brother Sam, a freshman, instead of taking his beloved classic Chevy Impala. He loved this weather, seeing the normally beautiful green leaves turn into even more beautiful golds, scarlets and varied shades of brown. Fall had always been his favorite season, not only for the weather but for the abundance of apple and pumpkin pies his wonderful mother would bake. Any season that upped his monthly pie intake was just perfect by him.

The walk to school was pleasant. It was about a 20 minute walk from his family home to his brother and his high school, so it wasn't too strenuous of an adventure for the two brothers. When they had arrived, Dean ruffled his little brother's hair much to his brothers annoyance, before his brother ran off to meet up with his small group of equally nerdy friends. Sam, as Dean would put it, a genius. He was a favorite of the teachers of the school and was often praised for his intelligence and eagerness to learn. Dean would never say it out loud, but he was proud of his little brother, often bragging about him to anyone who brought him up.

Dean entered the school, heading over to his locker. He had math first period and needed to grab his text book. He wasn't nearly as smart as Sam and didn't care much about his education, but he needed to maintain a decent grade in order to protect his spot on the football team. He loved football almost as much as he loved pie. Almost. He was the teams quarterback, and due to his athleticism and unshakable determination, he won them a lot of games.

As Dean was opening his locker, he felt his phone vibrate. He fished it out of his pocket and unlocked it to reveal a text message from Lisa, a girl he was seeing. Most people thought Dean and Lisa were a couple, but to him it was just about the sex. He enjoyed her company and considered he a friend, but when he told her he didn't want anything deeper than a friendship, she agreed and offered to be friends with benefits. He didn't object, obviously, Lisa was a babe. Long, shiny brown hair, pretty brown eyes and a killer body. Nobody really knew the details of their agreement, so when they would kiss publicly or walk with their arms around each other, their schoolmates would just assume they were an item. The labels didn't bother Dean much, he wasn't one to care about rumors or high school politics, so he just let the people talk and assume. No sweat off his brow, and all that. He smiled to himself as he read the message.

Home sick in bed, wish you were here to take a hot bath with me ;)

-Lisa.

He grinned letting the text fill his mind with filthy thoughts. Lisa could be such a tease.

That could be arranged, later ;)
Txt me after school, got class.

-Dean.

Dean shoved his phone back into his pocket, unlocking his locker and opening it. He sighed as a folded piece of paper fell to the floor. He was never good with organizing his stuff so he had assumed it was a stray piece of paper slipping from his over stuffed locker. He picked it up, his brow furrowing in confusion. On the front of the paper stood his name in bold letters. Someone had shoved a note into his locker apparently. Curiosity got the best of him and he opened up the letter, written in black pen, with perfect penmanship.

Dean,

I'm not entirely sure how these things are supposed to go, and I had internally battled with myself, continually debating on whether or not I should write this. In the end, I had decided to push myself to do it, I mean, what can I lose, correct?

This is new territory for me, you see, as I had never felt an attraction to another person until you came along. I'm not certain how to express myself, but I'll give it a go.

I like you, Dean. Why I do, I'm not sure. We have spoke a handful of times, just exchanging banter about school work and such. Other than that, you had payed me no mind. That's okay, though. Because I'm not sure I want you to know I exist, for it would just make things more difficult.

You are a remarkable man, Dean. And I admire you. I have found myself watching you, not in a creepy manner, but just a glance here and there. Has anyone told you how beautiful you were, Dean? Who am I kidding, of course people have. I just thought I would remind you.

I hope you are not thrown off or spooked about this note, but I felt as if my head would implode if I didn't give myself the chance to tell you how handsome I thought you were. How incredible I think you are. I needed to get it off my chest and it appears that I have, and I feel better. I just wanted to tell you in print what I would not have the courage to tell you in person.

Have a day as wonderful as you, Dean Winchester.

- Anon.


Dean stared at the note and re-read it, then re-read it again. He knew people had the hots for him and wanted to be with him, but something about that note made his heart skip a beat. The person who wrote it seemed to be intelligent, far too intelligent than the people he knew. Despite being highly sought after by the girls of his school, and being told on a fairly regular basis how "hot" and "sexy" he was, he didn't have the confidence and self-esteem that he made people believe he did. He was constantly beating himself up, telling himself he wasn't good enough. The confidence was a facade, but nobody would ever be able to tell. He carried himself quite well. He had never believed the shallow compliments he received, and deep down he knew if he didn't have his looks, nobody would find him worth their while. But something about that note stuck with him. Whoever wrote it seemed so sincere. So unlike anybody he had ever encountered before. He mentally flipped through the list of people he knew, the girls who would hit on him, the ones who would give him shy smiles, but he came up empty. He hadn't had the slightest clue about who wrote the wonderful note. He folded the note carefully and pushed it into his pocket, not wanting to lose it in the sea of papers in his locker. He finally snapped back to reality and fished his math text book out, closing his locker before turning down the hall to mosey on down to class. As he took his seat, his mind wandered. He felt the note burn in his pocket, wanting to read it over and over again. He decided at that moment that he would make it his mission to find out who the mystery writer was, because apparently, some girl had it bad him.

Unknown to him, the mystery writer was not an enamored girl with a huge crush. It was not a girl at all.

OoO

He tapped his pen repeatedly against his desk. It was nearing midnight and he was growing sleepy, but his mind would not let him rest. He had always had an attraction to Dean Winchester. But who didn't? It was easy enough to ignore the first 2 years of high school, but then that changed. It was an innocent encounter, but it sparked his attraction to Dean into a full fledged crush.

He was walking down the hall when he felt a pair of large hands shove against his back, sending him flying forward. His hands luckily saved his face from meeting the cold unforgiving floor, but his hands and knees crashed forcefully against the concrete, sending a shock of pain surging through his lithe body. He heard the bullies snicker, he recognized the voices as those of Rufus Turner and Adam Milligan, two goons who played on the football team.

"Bet that's not the first time you've been on your hands and knees for a dude" Adam teased, earning an obnoxious laugh from Rufus.

He sighed, feeling his face grow hot. He was embarrassed, but that was the norm. He was an easy target for bullies. If it wasn't for his best friends and his brother, he was certain he would fall victim to depression. He just kept telling himself he was better than the bullies, that they only pick on him to keep their own securities at bay. He was startled out of his thought process when he heard an unmistakable voice.

"Hey, leave him alone, guys. Don't be a dick. We have a game on Friday, do you want to get suspended and miss it?"

He heard his tormentors utter a "no".

A hand stretched out to him, and he absent mindedly took it, being hauled up with strength. He stumbled forward at the force, but stopped when he felt a strong pair of arms grip his waist. Heat shot through his body as he looked up and his eyes met the alluring eyes of none other than Dean Winchester. His cheeks flushed and he quickly pulled away, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck.

"I uh...I'm sorry" he offered pathetically.

He heard Dean chuckle, and what a sweet sound that was.

"Don't sweat it. You okay, kid?" Dean asked, sincerity in his voice.

He nodded awkwardly.

"Please don't tell the principle about this, as douchey as they are, we need them on the team for the game on Friday"

Oh.

That was the only reason Dean had come to his aid. To take one for the team. Regardless, he found himself nodding.

"I won't".

Dean smiled, his perfect white teeth practically shining. His breath hitched when Dean clasped his shoulder in his hand, resting it there for a moment before dropping it.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it. I'll try to get them off your case, just don't pay attention to them"

"Thank you, Dean"

Dean suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't remember your name.." Dean said awkwardly, obviously embarrassed.

He felt stupid, but continued talking anyway.

"Oh, that's alright. My name is-"

He was cut off when a girl he knew to be Lisa Braeden ran down the hall, grabbing Dean's arm and pulling him along.

"Come on, I got a new car, you have to see it!" Lisa beamed.

He watched as Dean allowed himself to be pulled away and he let out a silent sigh. He knew that Dean and Lisa were a thing, but he tried not to let it bother him. Instead opting to focus on the warm feelings surging through his body. It may have been for personal gain but Dean had protected him and it felt nice.

So nice that it lead him to sit in a computer chair for hours, tapping his pen against his desk, contemplating on whether or not to take the plunge at almost midnight. He battled with himself, wondering if it was worth it but he came to the conclusion that there was nothing to lose, and that way he could get his feelings off his chest without making an ass out of himself. He knew Dean was ruler-straight so this would be his only chance to tell him how he felt and save face at the same time.

The next day at school he came early. The halls were empty and there was almost no students at the school yet. It took all his courage to quickly saunter up to Dean's locker and slip the note inside the small slits in the metal. "No turning back now" he thought to himself as the note slipped in. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching and quickly retreated back outside. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled when he seen his best friend Kevin run up to him.

"What are you doing here so early?" he asked his friend.

"I got bored and I was already ready so I decided to just come. What about you?" Kevin asked.

"Oh you know, same reason."

Kevin laughed, slinging his arm around his shoulder in a friendly gesture.

"You are a strange one, Castiel Novak"

OoO

A/N:
Okay folks, that's the first chapter. Do you guys like it? Should I continue? Let me know what you think! :)