The first day Dean saw the boy with the blue eyes and unruly hair was a sunny afternoon at the beginning of summer break. Dean was fixing his baby(a 1967 Chevrolet Impala) in his father's garage from a fender bender he had a couple hours prior, when he heard it. He was in the middle of wiping his hands on his grease cloth when he heard a familiar song..after a few lines, he recognized it as Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin.

You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies.
Run around sweet baby, Lord how you hypnotize.
Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been.
Gonna love you baby, here I come again.

Dean looked around frantically searching for the source when something...no...someone caught his eye. He had found the owner to this music and he couldn't help but to be surprised. There was a boy..who looked no older than Dean(who was 17) and he was...dancing. He was in a big house with a huge window facing the front lawn. Dean had no idea why this boy had just been dancing in front of such a big open window...maybe he was confident..if not a bit cocky.

He soon realized he was staring at the boy when the music became more frantic and fast. This boy's hips moved in time with the rhythm, having no trouble keeping up with the music.

Dean's mind drifted to a place where he saw this boy against him, moving those hips in rhythm for a reason other than dancing. Dean brushed off the thought with an awkward throat clearing.

But no matter how hard Dean tried, he couldn't pry his eyes off the boy with the blue eyes and unruly hair until the song came to a conclusion. The boy had made a dramatic finish with his heaving chest in the air, arms spread out, and his head snapped back with his beautiful eyes closed.

Dean's breath hitched a bit at the sight before he turned around and unsuccessfully tried to focus on the task at hand.

The next day, sun beating down upon the hot, black asphalt. It was just as peaceful as yesterday, if not, more so. Dean wandered upstairs groggily and headed for the kitchen. He heard a beautiful hum that could only be described as his mother's voice.

"Mornin', sleepyhead." He could tell she would've ruffled his already messy hair if her hands weren't preoccupied with cooking breakfast/lunch.

"mmm...what are you making?" he half-groaned in response. He checked his phone for the time and it read, "11:47". It was about the same time he saw that boy yesterday. He wondered if maybe he was out again today...if he could see those lean hips swaying in time with music.

"Quesadillas...its a brunchy type food right?", she chuckled at herself. God, Dean thought, she had the most motherly smile. It was so warm. Her blonde curls surrounded her white smile and he took a moment to appreciate his beautiful mother.

Before Dean could respond to that almost-rhetorical question, he heard small feet patter their way down the hall to the open living room.

"Hiya, Sammy!", Dean was fully awake now and rustling his little brother's hair.

Sams voice came out in an ungodly groan. For a minute there, Dean forgot his brother wasn't much of a morning person. Sam rubbed his small eyes, looked up at where their mother was cooking breakfast, and smiled. Dean swore, the only thing that could get Sam out of bed in the mornings was their mom and he rolled his eyes at the thought.

As his brother and moms' conversation faded out, Dean's mind drifted again to the boy with the sex hair. He chuckled a bit thinking about why his hair was like that. Dean hadn't been one to think about anyone(let alone a boy) this intensely before. He barely got sleep last night as his mind slipped into some...rather sexual fantasies.

"-ean? honey?", Mary looked at him like she'd been calling his name for a long time, a bit agitated, but worried at the same time.

"yeah? sorry..", Dean apologized, not really understanding what just happened. Did he just space out like a love-sick puppy? God, he had only seem him, what? Yesterday? Once. What was getting his panties bunched up? Seriously..

"Help me serve, please."
"..Yeah, okay.", Dean shook his thoughts about the boy off and walked over to help his mother set the table.

The next few weeks flew by as Dean sat by his bedroom window(which was conveniently facing the boy's house), waiting. His anxiety was building until he couldn't take it anymore. The boy hadn't shown his face(or any other part of his body) since the afternoon he worked on Baby. He was starting to get frustrated.

Dean got up and just as he was about to do something..he didn't know what, but just something...he saw a movement. The slight ripple caused Dean to sit back on his window couch and watch intently.

Sure enough, it was the boy..he was wearing no shirt and was in sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Dean couldn't stop staring at his beautiful features(mostly his hips and chest), because DAMN, if that wasn't hot, he didn't know what was. Dean sighed, because despite what his mind was logically thinking, he wanted to believe everyone was okay with him being gay. He wanted people to not look at him differently. He refrained from coming out of the closet to his parents for fear of rejection. Sure, his parents were great, but his father served for the marines and was very strict. Honestly, Dean didn't know how he would respond, so he took the precaution of just not mentioning it at all.

Something about this boy made Dean throw all caution to the wind as he got lost in the boy's dancing. He couldn't hear the music that was coming from the other boy's living room, but he didn't care. Just seeing the boys' muscles move, flex, and bend was enough to make Dean's heart go into over-drive.

Dean saw a lot more of the dark-haired boy after that. Almost everyday at the same time, he would be dancing gracefully in what he assumed to be the boy's living room.

Getting up, taking a shower, eating breakfast, and watching the boy dance had become something of a routine for Dean. It was pleasant, having something to look forward to on those bright, sunny days; it made Dean happy.

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Soon, Autumn dipped it's chilly toes into summer and the sky seemed greyer. School was starting soon and Dean didn't want to ever get out of this schedule. He was going to be a junior this year and he dreaded it. It wasn't that he hated school or learning in general, it was just the people.

There were so many people, none of them knew he was gay, of course, but there had once been a kid who came out. The guy was ruthlessly bullied to the point where he eventually had to move out of state, after getting hospitalized. He didn't need that kind of attention in his life, so he just stuck to the usual charming womanizer mask he wore so well.

Of course he had sex with some of the girls that he had "dated", but it was usually brief, lasting no more than 3 weeks. He did it mainly to convince himself he wasn't what he thought he was, but after trying for so long he just gave up. Of course, he still flirted, but nothing serious. He just wished he could come out already...it was slowly grinding and burning at him, eating him alive.

Dean sat down at his place at the window to wait for his secret obsession. He was a little early, so he grabbed a book and mindlessly read the words on the page. After a few minutes, Dean got bored and looked towards the window and did a double take.

It was the boy. Who was that with him? It must've been his brother or something, because they looked oddly similar. The boy with Blue Eyes looked different from when he was dancing, almost..lonely and shy. He had never seen anyone else in the house, but he never really thought of it. Dean couldn't help but to wonder where the rest of his family was. Why didn't he look happy, like when he was dancing? He frowned at the thought.

Soon, school had snuck into his life once again and he found himself getting up early to reluctantly get ready for school.

He fell out of his messy bed at the sound of his alarm clock and landed on a pile of summer homework he had not bothered to even start.

He got up earlier than everyone else so that he could get some peaceful silence in before he had to wake up his brother. It was especially quiet this morning for some reason.
Dean walked out to the kitchen, made himself a cup of coffee and a slice of pie his mother made. He took a bite of cherry pie(his favorite) and savored the clashing flavor of tart and sweetness on his tongue. God, his mom made the best pie.

Dean had stopped on the way to school to drop Sammy off at his junior high.

"Hey, be careful. If any of those damned kids pick on you again, you call me, you hear?", Dean was genuinely worried for Sam, because of some cruel kids that picked on him for getting his work in on time. Seriously, who would make fun of someone for actually wanting to learn? It pissed Dean off just thinking about it.

"Yeah, yeah...bye.", Sam's dismissive comment made Dean's stomach churn.

"Alright, have a good first day..Bitch.", Dean winked a brotherly wink at his brother. Sam cocked his head to the side and replied,

"What did I do? why did you call me a bitch?"

Dean sighed, "You're supposed to say, 'Jerk.'...just-nevermind." He shook his head away as to let the conversation go, "Bye, Sammy."

"Bye.", And with one last wave, he left Dean in his father's impala spacing out before he finally shook his thoughts away and drove off to his own doom. High school.

He pulled up to his school's parking lot and turned the engine off. Sighing, he grabbed his backpack over the back of the seat and opened the door to his car.

His first class was homeroom with Mrs. Thompson and he groaned at the thought of being in her class. She was a total douchebag with a stick up her ass. It frustrated the hell out of him whenever she would suddenly have a fit about someone being on their phone in class and give them all an hour lecture on "why learning is more important than technology".

As he made his way to the corner seat in the back of the classroom, he noticed the mini cliques that were already forming. At the front were the "nerds", just a bit past them to the right were the cheerleaders all whispering to each other in a circle as he walked by. Then to the left were the jocks, with their disgusting feet resting on the desks in front of them occasionally blowing a spitball at the poor nerds in the front. Dean rolled his eyes and took his place with the "bad kids". He didn't particularly think he was a bad-ass, but his leather jacket and classic car pulled him into this predisposition. He figured why not go along with it?

He could feel the dread in the room as the much anticipated bell rang throughout the school. People ran back to their streets before the teacher made her way into the classroom with a clacking of her heels and atmosphere unreasonably confident.

Dean was already bored and he looked down at his desk to doodle something on his notebook.

"Good morning, students. Now, please stand for the pledge of allegiance.", Her voice made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He didn't bother getting up. It wasn't how he prefered to spend his time; chanting something at a flag like a mindless drone.

The sound of a door being opened interrupted the ritualistic chant. When Dean looked up from his seat and gave his attention to the front, his eyes went wide with shock.

It was him. The boy he'd fallen for over the hot days of summer. The boy he'd stay up late at night thinking about. All of the memories came back to him. The first day he saw him, with the sun burning his greasy skin and the bang of the occasional hammer on the fender. Now, when he saw the boy for the first time up close, he couldn't believe his eyes. The blue eyed boy made an apologetic look at the class and hurriedly made his way to the only open seat(which was next to Dean).

He was wearing a white dress shirt and dark jeans that complimented his figure. His hair was just as messy as it had been over the summer and Dean wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked. For the first time, he could smell the beautiful teenager. The intoxicating scent filled his nostrils and made Dean writhe in his seat a bit. Dean couldn't stop staring and when the boy looked at him uncomfortably, he noticed how perverted he looked, practically drooling over him.

When the boy spoke, he realized he wasn't dreaming, "Erm..hi..". The boy shifted uncomfortably in his seat before Dean shook his head back to reality.

"Hi!" Dean said a little bit too happily. He cleared his throat and tried again with a casual approach, "Hi, I'm Dean Winchester.".

The boy seemed to be thinking of how he would respond and finally said in a deep, husky voice, "My name is Castiel Novak.".

Blood rushed to his face and he turned away so he avoid embarrassing himself.

"So, you new here?", It was all Dean's voice could say at that moment without cracking. Castiel. God, that sounded fucking angelic and he couldn't help but practice mouthing it a few times.

"Yeah...hey, are you okay? You seen uncomfortable."

"Yeah..I'm fine...just nervous about this year is all. Haven't been in school in two months." Dean Scratched his head and gave a dorky grin. Of course he hadn't been to school in two months...no one has! It was summer break! He mentally face-palmed at his words.

Castiel(god he loved that name) chuckled a bit and pulled out his own supplies. That was a noise Dean wanted to hear for the rest of his life.

"Yeah, I'm pretty nervous myself...I just moved here from Iowa...", he gave a half smile over to Dean and for a second, blue eyes met green.

Dean eventually cleared his throat and looked away. Man, this guy was going to be the death of him...