So, since I don't know much about the American school system, this story is going to be set in England, you are free to imagine everyone with British accents but also you can just imagine they talk like they normally do. If I have to mention a place, I'll probably use one in England, and they'll be doing GCSE's and all that jazz, I apologise if this puts you off. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Castiel reopened his science paper for the third time that minute, trying to avoid the glare of Miss Humphrey, her eyes pushing him to check over his answers again, as if he'd changed his mind since 20 seconds ago. He flicked his eyes up, just long enough the catch the timer at the front of the hall, 20 minutes left. Castiel knew he was intelligent, but he was stuck in the vicious cycle of trying not to look bored, as to not seem boastful in an 'I finished my test ages ago' kind of way, and attempting not to stab himself in the head with his pen, out of sheer boredom.

This was the last mock exam before the real ones, which were only 4 months away, and Castiel had no real concerns about them. He knew his grades wouldn't affect his future, he would inevitably pass, but he wanted the best, for reputation sake. He wanted the pride of opening that envelope on results day, to find not a single B. He wanted to see his dad smile wider than all the other dads, to place a hand on his shoulder and mutter "You did well son". He wanted his mother to gossip to all of her friends about her son, who got all A's.

Risking another look past Miss Humphrey, Castiel was pleasantly surprised. He had managed to think himself through 17 minutes and was now watching the clock countdown from 2:46. He scanned his eyes around the room and was greeted with the sight of almost every other teenager in the room leaning back in their seats, arms folded and eyes locked on the timer. Deciding it was safe, he also assumed their position, eyes hooded and staring at nothing in particular.

As the timer reached zero, he chanced a look sideways at Jo, who was seated 2 desks to his right. She glanced his way and made a gagging noise, tilting her head to her left, gesturing to the boy sat in between the two friends, It was a boy with straight but messy black hair, his face spattered with more freckles than Castiel had ever seen on a person. Castiel had seen Josh around school and knew of his reputation. Josh was the school dickhead, and that was the nicest way he could put it. He had never outright bullied anyone, just made sly remarks and asked inappropriate questions, making everyone feel uncomfortable. Castiels group of friends had a special vendetta against Josh, as only a few months ago he had touched Jo's thigh during a lesson. She'd let it slide that time, but 10 minutes later when he groped her boob, he earned a slap from the headstrong blonde, to which he replied with varying degrees of phallic language.

After Castiels row was dismissed, he made his way to the classroom he sat in for lunch. His friends all decided that sitting in the classroom of their favourite teacher would be a much better way to spend their breaks than in a rowdy cafeteria filled with shouting teenagers and distressed lunch ladies. Mr Prest was never around at lunch, and the door was broken and didn't lock, so he allowed the group to stay there, under the condition that they looked after it, and didn't let any 'delinquents' in.

Castiel caught a flash of red through the small window of the door as he ambled down the corridor, recognising that Charlie was already in the room. He pushed the door open and held his hand in the air, waiting for Charlie to meet it with hers. Her face dropped and she edged toward Castiel, sadness in her eyes. His hand dropped slowly to his side as he waited for the bad news. He had been tutoring Charlie in Biology, and he had been sure she would ace this exam. Suddenly her face brightened and she held up her hand again, a large smile plastered on her face.

"Just joking Cas, I totally aced that!" She giggled. Cas let relief flood over his face, bringing his hand up again to high five her.

"You should be an actor." He retorted, a smirk playing on his lips. Before Charlie could reply, Chuck and Adam burst through the door, out of breath and both leaning against the wall for stability.

"What the hell, guys?' Charlie half jogged up to them, placing a hand on Adam's shoulder, straightening him up.

"Some new kid, some totally badass new kid. He just punched Josh Ramshaw, right in the nose." Chuck breathed, moving himself to sit atop a table.

"When Jo comes back from buying her lunch… She'll kiss the kid!" Castiel laughed.

"Why did you guys run up here so fast anyway?" Charlie asked, heading to her usual seat, on the left side of the middle table.

"Well, we wanted to tell you guys what had happened straight away,' Replied Adam, moving himself to his usual seat, next to Charlie, 'And the teachers were taking in everyone who saw anything, so me and Chuck bolted." He took a swig from his bottle of water, breathing heavily.

Cas sat down on the table in front of the window and pulled out his phone to text Jo.

You're in for a treat when you get to the room

He knew that Jo was in line for her lunch and it would be 10 minutes before she arrived in the room, so he expected a reply before she got back, but replaced his phone anyway, deciding that it was as much information a he was willing to disclose.

"Who is this new kid anyway? I haven't heard anything about a new kid." Charlie asked, raising an eyebrow as she pulled out her sandwiches, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear.

"He seemed shit scary, I wont even lie. We turned up just as he hit Josh, and then Mr Prest pulled the kid away and told him he'd only been enrolled 10 minutes and was already starting trouble." Chuck explained, opening his mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by the door being kicked open.

Surprisingly, it was Jo stood at the door, sandwich in one hand, bag in the other, throwing it into the corner as she spoke. "Guys. The cafeteria has exploded. Some guy's down there shouting at Josh Ramshaw and Mr Prest is dragging him away." She took an overly aggressive bite of her sandwich and sat down next to Castiel. "So Cas, what was that text about?" A small drop of condiment dropped onto Jo, she laughed and wiped it off of her shirt, sucking it off of her finger with a pop.

"Oh yeah, that kid that was shouting at Josh, Adam and Chuck saw him punch him." Castiel replied smugly, happy to be the bearer of good news.

"Thank god, that bastard-" She was cut off by Mr Prest entering the room, followed by someone who Cas could only assume was the new boy who had punched Josh. The whole room was silent, all eyes on him. He was well built, with firm muscles filling his white school shirt. He had dirty blonde hair that stuck out and all angles, while some strands were stuck to his face with sweat. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, but not neatly like Castiels, they were messy, as if he'd gotten dressed in a rush. He had his shirt untucked, which was against school rules but somehow Castiel didn't think that the boy, nor the school really cared at this precise moment. He had a very sculpted face, with stubble covering his jaw, which wasn't abnormal for a sixteen year old, but made him look even more rugged and not to be messed with. He pulled a chair out from under the table near a door and practically shoved himself into it, his eyes always fixed at the floor.

"Sorry guys, I gotta leave this one here. I'll be back in a few minutes" Mr Prest informed them, closing the door behind him. He had spoken so fast that Castiel had to take a moment to decipher what he had said. The whole group shared equally confused and worried looks between each other and the boy, who now had his arms folded and his feet on the table. His black boots were scuffed and made him look even more intimidating.

Breaking the silence, Adam chimed in breathlessly, his voice filled with admiration, "Dude-". Castiel assumed that Adam was going to go on to praise the boy for his good deed, but he was quickly cut off as he pulled out a pair of white earphones from inside his shirt and pushed them into his ears, turning his head away from the group, looking up at the ceiling with his lips pursed. A steady beat of drums, along with what was obviously an electric guitar riff, played loudly into the room despite the fact that it was being played through earphones, clearly indicating that the boy could not hear whatever the group would say.

"Rude." Charlie commented, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"I don't know, I wouldn't want to be bombarded with questions if I was him." Castiel cast his eyes over the boy one more time. He looked as if he was trying to burn a hole in the table with his eyes, they were unblinking and his full lips were pressed into a hard line. Cas could have sworn he saw him nod his head to the beat of his music for a second, but quickly dismissed it as Charlie stood up. She half stormed over to the boy, stopping just in front of the table he was sitting at, hands on her hips.

"Hey." She greeted him pointedly, but he did little more than flick his eyes up at her before removing his phone from his pocket and changing the song coming through his earphones. This time Charlie opted for a more up front approach, reaching forward to pull the earphones out of his ears. As her fingertips neared his ear, the boy whipped his head toward her, swiftly wrapping his fingers around her wrist and removing his earphones with his other hand, a half sided smirk now replaced his frown. Charlie let out a small gasp.

"Hey yourself Darling, what do you think you're doing?' His voice was smooth and deep and reeked of cockiness. But with Charlie being just as fired up, she ripped her hand out of his grasp, taking a few step back for comfort.

"Darling! Who do you think you are?" She all but spat.

"Dean Winchester, and you?" He shot her a wink, this caused a stifled laugh from Adam.

"A lesbian, but thank you." Charlie returned his wink and mirrored his smirk, but Deans smirk never faltered. He replaced his earphones and was now openly nodding his head to the beat, his smirk still not completely gone.

Behind Dean, the door was pushed open gingerly by a boy that couldn't be more that 12. He had long brown hair that swept over his forehead, ending just before it reached his brown eyes. He looked frightened for a moment at the sight of the 5 teenagers, but then his eyes landed on Dean and he visibly relaxed and made his way toward him. Dean removed his earphones for a second time and quickly stood up, ushering the smaller boy to the side of the room. They talked in hushed tones, so Castiel couldn't make out what they were saying, but by the look on Deans face, he was angry about something. Just as Cas was about to say something, Mr Prest appeared.

"Sorry guys," He addressed the group, "But I've got to leave Dean here for lunch this week, due to his behaviour. You're welcome to stay here as I doubt he'll be very sociable." Cas looked over to Dean, expecting some sort of reaction to this statement, but he seemed too engrossed in his conversation to even notice that the teacher had entered the room. Charlie made a noise of disgust, but everyone else seemed impartial. He didn't bother them until they bothered him after all. Mr Prest gave an apologetic smile and backed out of the room.

Adam and Chuck were whispering to each other excitedly when the smaller boy eventually left the room and Dean went back to sitting at the table, listening to his music.

Castiel always enjoyed PE, not because he was good at sports, but because no one took it seriously, so when he made his way to their last lesson of they day, he was ready for an hour of messing around.

Cas strolled into the changing rooms, but stopped abruptly as he caught sight of his two friends, in a seemingly hilarious conversation with one Dean Winchester. Normally, Castiel would have no problem with someone joining him and his friends for a lesson, but he had taken a dislike to Dean since their one meeting at lunch. He seemed too cocky and disrespectful for Cas' liking.

"Hey Cas!" Chuck called, motioning for Castiel to join them. He wandered towards them, eyes roaming over Dean, taking note of his over confident stance and the way his fists were half clenched, as they had been last time Cas had seen him, as if he was ready to jump to his own defence at a moments notice. "We hung out with Dean last lesson, we decided we may as well get to know each other if he'll be sitting with us all week." Chuck continued, nodding his head at Dean.

Dean cast a dismissive glance of Cas and muttered a small "Hey" and turning his back and grabbing a t-shirt from his bag. Adam raised his eyebrows toward Cas, but all he could do was shrug his shoulders and retrieve his own clothes.

The boys entered the sports hall just in time to hear their PE teacher shout "Get in teams of five and set up your own games!" He pulled a bag of different coloured bibs out of the equipment cupboard and dropped them on the floor, practically jogging out of the room.

Various groups of boys were splitting off into fives, and Cas, Adam, Chuck headed towards another group of boys, Dean in tow. The majority of the boys in the class were friends, so picking teams wasn't hard. A boy named Ash joined Cas' team and they started up the game, which wasn't serious, but had a small hint of competitiveness.

With no referee, they decided that the other team would start with the ball. This decision made now difference however, as before the team could make their first pass, Dean was there and had intercepted the ball, earning a loud whoop from Adam. Before Cas could even comprehend what had happened Dean had dribbled past the rest of their players and scored a basket. Chuck ran up to Dean and patted him on the back, firing various compliments him.

The game continued in this fashion, with a few baskets scored by some other boys and once again Dean was in the perfect position to earn one more baskets and widen the gap in the points. Castiel stood close to the basket, watching on, ready to grab the opportunity of a rebound if Dean missed, which he wouldn't. Deans eyes broke focus on the basket and flicked towards Cas, a small smile graced his lips and his hands moved from the shooting position, passing the ball to Cas. Willing himself not to fumble the ball, Cas caught it with two hands before bouncing it once, moving forward and pushing it towards the basket. A smile adorned his face as the ball slipped through the net and he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. Turning his head, Cas was greeted with a smiling Dean, who patted his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

Castiel let out a loud laugh when Dean picked up Chuck, and raised him above his head, earning some turned heads and funny looks, but he didn't mind. Dean feigned dropping Chuck and he held his hands out to shield his face from the floor, letting out a small scream. Laughter sounded even louder from the rest of the boys before they were ushered out of the changing room by the teacher.

Cas said bye to Adam, Chuck and Dean and grabbed his jacket from his bag. He zipped it up, shielding himself from the cold air before exiting the building. His eyes skimmed over the car parks before landing on his mums car. He squeezed through a group of girls who were chatting and muttered some apologies before pulling open the door and climbing in. He smiled at his mum and opened his mouth to speak when he felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket. Castiel manoeuvred himself around in the car so that he was in a position where he could take his phone out of his pocket. As his fingers wrapped around it, it buzzed again. The texts were from a number that Cas didn't recognise, but the nature of the texts quickly revealed who they were from.

The first one read:

Nice shot today.

Followed by:

This is Dean, by the way.

Castiel was at a loss for ideas on how Dean had gotten his number, but didn't ponder too long. he must have been showing his emotions on his face because his mum peered over his shoulder, obviously attempting to look at his phone. He quickly pocketed it and decided he wouldn't reply. He wasn't completely comfortable with the new boy, anyway.

This isn't edited so there are probably so many mistakes but eh. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review because who doesn't love reviews.