Dean Winchester was a bit of a delinquent. He didn't follow rules and he often found himself in the principal's office, like he did today. Dean sat in the principal's office for a number of reasons that day: Disrupting the class, talking back to a teacher and lastly attempting to punch a guy's face in the last class of the day. So Dean sat on the bench just outside the principal's office, arms crossed, and death glaring anyone that passed by.
Suddenly, he felt a like uneasy, like someone was watching him so he looked to his right and no one was there, He looked to his left and didn't notice anything at first, but farther back he saw a short black haired kid holding some books and papers. This guy didn't look menacing in any sense of the world. In fact this kid was probably as scary as a baby penguin. Dean watched the black haired boy for a minute and turned his head to face front again, but still watching the boy in his peripheral to see if he'd look at him. After about 30 seconds the boy looked up from his papers and at Dean.
Dean doesn't really like being watched and wondered why this guy would be looking at him at all. He obviously didn't feel threatened since the boy looked like he couldn't even win at thumb war let alone want to pick a fight. Still it made Dean uneasy so he looked back at the boy and the boy quickly ducked his head away to 'read' his papers. Dean rolled his eyes and it took all his strength not to face palm because of the boy's obvious fake reading.
"I can see you, ya know." Dean shouted down the hall and the boy blunder jolted, surprised he was caught in the act. So surprised in fact that when he jolted his books and papers fell to the ground. Dean, mentally groaning at how clumsy this kid was, got up and walked over to him. The kid was shaking as he tried to hurriedly pick up all his stuff, probably because he was afraid of Dean. Which really didn't surprise him, plenty of people were, and with good reason. Dean had mouthed off to teachers, the principal and so on and he's fought more than his fair share of people.
As he got closer he noticed that he recognized this kid from one of his classes, he couldn't think of exactly which on, but he knew for sure he's seen him before. He had an interesting name, but Dean couldn't put a finger on it, he knows it's unique cause he's sure the teacher always gets it wrong and has to be corrected, but Dean never really pays that much attention. When Dean reached the boy he had just finished gathering his things off the floor and stood up to face Dean. Eyes wide and face red the boy opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't get the words out.
This bothered Dean so he spoke first, "Why were you staring at me?" The boy let out a nervous laugh. "I wasn't s-staring." Dean rolled his eyes for the second time, he hated when people lied to him. "Look, I know you were, just tell me why so I can get on with my day." Dean said looking down on the boy. The boy bit his lip and looked up at Dean with bright blue eyes, that kind of took Dean by surprise, they were bright as day and looked like they could see right through you.
"I was standing here, l-looking at you, because I was trying t-to decide if I should come over and thank you for punching that guy in Math today." The boy stuttered over a few words and Dean looked confused for a second and then it clicked, the guy he punched was being annoying, and tossing stuff at the person who sat in front of him, which was this kid. He kept throwing paper balls that would bounce off his head and back and onto Dean's desk which was highly irritating. So Dean got up and punched the guy right in the face as hard as he could. Inadvertently saving this boy from the unwanted paper ball attack.
"Oh. That. It was no problem. That guy was an ass, but you shouldn't let people pick on you like that. Stand your ground or something." Dean said leaning on the lockers next to them. The boy nodded and looked at his feet. They both looked to the principal's door as it swung open almost nailing a kid in the face as he walked by. The office secretary looked over at the boys and called for Dean, saying that the principal was ready to see him now. He nodded at her and looked back at the boy, whose name still escaped him.
Something with a k? Kevin? No...C? Clearance? Dean thought, but still couldn't figure it out. He was going to settle this right now. "I have to go, the Fuhrer beckons me, but I never got your name."
The boy looked up at Dean again and gave a sideways smile, "My name is Castiel." Castiel… Dean thought. He liked that name. It was a nice name. "My name..", but before Dean could finish, "Is Dean, I know, we have 3 classes together." Castiel spoke as he smiled at Dean. Dean smiled back and nodded, "Well I'll catch ya later Cas." Dean said as he walked away. Castiel stood there for a second and said a small "Bye." He smiled to himself and headed down the hall to the front entrance to go home.
As Dean entered the principal's office a couple thoughts were swimming around his head, like why did he find the little guy so interesting? Why did he like the way his name sounded when he said it? And above those two, he had 3 classes with Cas? The only class that came to mind was Math. He'd have to pay better attention tomorrow.