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"Where the fuck even is New Zealand, Bobby?"

"Watch your language boy and it's by Australia."

"And why do we have to move there again? I have friends and a life here in Lawrence."

"I told you already, there are hardly any hunters there and the ones that are there barely know what they're doing. It'll good there, I promise."

No matter how many times Dean ran the conversation over in his head, hoping it was a dream it didn't change the fact that he was currently on a plane moving... to New Zealand. He loved his uncle Bobby he really did and he appreciated the fact that he had taken him and his little brother Sammy in after their parents died, their mum by a demon when Sam was just six months old and their dad on a hunt a few years ago and admired the fact that he also took in Jo, who was now kind of a sister to them after her parents died but he still couldn't get his head around the fact that he was taking them to New Zealand. Dean had barely even heard of the country before he was told he was moving there. Fuck it Dean thought to himself as he drifted to sleep on the plane new country, new start.

The night before Dean's first day at school in New Zealand he was sitting on his bed in his newly set up bedroom staring at the uniform he had to wear the next day in disgust when his little brother Sammy walked in.

"Hey Dean." he said while taking a seat next to Dean on his bed.

"Hey Sammy, what's up?" Dean replied looking away from his uniform to meet his brother's gaze.

"Just thinking about tomorrow... it's gonna be so different here, Dean."

"Tell me about it." he says sneering at his uniform again. Sam notices this and adds

"Hey, at least you get to wear long pants! I have to wear shorts because I'm only in year 9!"

"The schools are so screwed up here."

"You two should stop complaining about the uniforms you have to wear! At least you won't be wearing skirts!" Jo interrupts them and joins the two, sitting at the top of Dean's bed and stretching her legs out resting them across both Dean and Sam's laps.

"It sucks we won't be at the same school." Sam says to her.

"Why do we even have to go to same sex schools?" Dean asks with a frown.

"Because all the co-ed ones in this city are crap, apparently." Jo responds with a slight laugh.

They all fall into a comfortable silence for a bit before Sam asks so quietly that Jo and Dean could only just hear him "Everyone's gonna think we're the weird new kids, aren't they?" Sam turned away and looked at the floor while Jo and Dean shared a look of sadness for Sammy.

"Hey, hey Sammy... look at me," Dean says while putting his arm around Sam in a brotherly way

"They won't think you're weird if you just be yourself, you know minus the hunting and crap. And if anyone is mean to you, let me know and I will kick their asses." Dean finishes and ruffles up Sam's shaggy hair, then adds "you need a haircut, bitch"

"Jerk." Sam replies punching Dean half-heartedly in the side.

"All right you lot, time for bed!" Bobby informs them standing in the doorway to Dean's bedroom.

There's a collective groan from the three teenagers as they untangle themselves from their comfortable positions. They all bid each other goodnight and head off to their own bedrooms. Dean gets off his bed and takes off his jeans and t-shirt before getting into bed just in his underwear. It's a long time however, before Dean manages to fall asleep. He spends hours tossing and turning in his bed contemplating what it would be like at this new school... in this new country. Everything in New Zealand is different to what Dean knows, even the schooling system is way different to back at home and Dean can't believe he's going to a school with no chicks! I'm 16 for god's sake, I need girls around!

Dean woke at 7:30 the next morning to his alarm clock screaming at him in a rather unpleasant way. He internally groaned and rolled over to turn it off. Shit he thought, school. He got out of bed and headed towards his ensuite bathroom to take a shower. After his shower he reluctantly put on his uniform and tied up his dress shoes dress shoes at school? What the actual fuck? And headed downstairs to the kitchen where he found Jo and Sam already sitting at the table eating their breakfast and Bobby making coffee. They went through their usual morning routine they had perfected from when they lived in Lawrence with the addition of mocking each other for the uniforms they were wearing until it was time to leave. They were all heading for the car and Bobby told them that he wouldn't be able to drive them to school and they would have to catch the bus.

"The bus? You've gotta be kidding." Dean stated with his mouth wide in an almost comical expression.

"Afraid not."

By the time Sam, Dean and Jo had figured out the how/when/wheres of catching the bus to school by the time they got there (Jo at the Girls' school and Sam and the Boys') they were about an hour late.

"Crap. Come on Sammy, I think the office is this way." Dean said motioning up the hill towards a tall building.

When Sam and Dean had finally made their way to the office, got their timetables, found their classes and taken their seats they were so late that they had missed first period and it was now form time. What the fuck is form time? Dean wondered must be kind of like home room. After Dean's form teacher had sufficiently embarrassed him by making him introduce himself to the class he made his way to the back of the classroom and took what appeared to be the only free seat. Next to Dean there was a guy who had ruffled dark hair an incredibly blue eyes, Dean did a double take shit, his eyes are really blue.

"Hey, I'm Dean." He introduces extending his hand out to shake the other boy's, he didn't look up from the book he was reading and responded with a simple "I heard."

"Ah, right.." Dean said, withdrawing his hand as it was evident the boy was not going to shake it "and you are?" he asked.

"Castiel." The boy responded and stood up in time with the bell going, he grabbed his things and walked off. That dude is weird...

Children flooded into the classroom, swarming the tables, giving Dean dirty looks, as if to say 'What the hell do you want?'

Dean quickly grabbed his bag, and exited into the corridor, after noticing the irritated looks he was receiving.

He walked aimlessly through the halls, dragging his knuckles against the lockers. Hearing voices behind him, he turned around to see who was talking, continuing to walk. "Ooohff." he gasped, feeling something hit his chest. Looking forward, he saw the boy from form room, stood incredibly close to him, "Oh, sorry..." Dean began.

The boy ignored him. Looking up at him with his bright blue eyes, "Watch where you're going, assbutt." He muttered shoving his way past Dean. Assbutt? what the fuck kind of insult is that? Dean thought, glaring at Castiel as he walked away. What a dick.

By the end of the day Dean had managed to only get lost 12 times which he took as a great achievement as this school was fucking massive compared to his old school. He met Sammy at the front gates and they made their way to the bus stop. When they got home, Dean went to his room to mope, one of the things he did best. He was pissed off that this Castiel dude was such a dick to him, most of the people at this new school had been irritatingly nice, except for the ones who were just blatant assholes, everyone's annoying accents were already pissing him off. But there was only one thing that Dean was focus his thoughts on. There was something about this Castiel kid that just seemed... off and Dean sure as hell wanted to find out what it was.