A/N Hey guys, so whilst you wait on another chapter form Because of you or 1975, I want to introduce you to my new crossover story, A Thousand Years, this story is a crossover between Supernatural and Glee so if you don't like, don't read and for those of you who do, hopefully you enjoy and review. Also this story shall be written from different P.O.V's that will be indicated at the beginning of each chapter, Dean's P.O.V. shall always appear in first person, the others shall be from the third person narrative. Until then happy reading.

Summary

Meet Dean Winchester, a junior at William McKinley High School and an altogether unpopular guy. Meet Castiel Novak, youngest brother of the famous Novak clan who seem to rule the school, can anything become of them with Castiel at the top of the social food chain and Dean not existing in their eyes. And if so, what obstacles will turn up in their way? Warning Dean is OOC. Eventual Destiel and Pre-Established Klaine.

A Thousand Years

Dean's P.O.V.

Chapter 1

"Move it weirdo."

Before the words even had the chance to leave his mouth, I had already braced myself for what would inexplicably happen next, I had braced myself for the locker slam so that when it came just like any other usual day at William McKinley High School, I for once was prepared.

As my face slammed into the metal and I felt my cheek scrape against what I was sure could only be one of the padlocks available to help keep the students lockers safely secure, I closed my eyes biting back the tears and screams of pain I could feel inside as I knew that it would do no good, showing the bullies that you were afraid or hurt would only egg them on more.

It made you look weak in front of them and that was something that I was trying not to be. I was trying to be brave in the face of fear, an act that I was sure was going to cost me though and I was right for when I said nothing to my face being slammed into the locker, I next found myself being pulled back, rough hands gripping me tight and spinning me round so quickly, I instantly felt sick.

"Awww look Lucy, the little werido's trying to be brave"

The first voice to speak was the one that I had been waiting for, it was always him that included himself in my daily beatings, one of the main ones anyway.

This bullies name was David Karofsky. Karofsky for short and ever since Freshmen year when I had first started my school year at William McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio, the bean capital of the world and altogether shit place to live, I had had to endure countless daily beatings in the form locker smashes, swirly's and slushie facials.

For those of you unfamiliar with the term, a slushie facial is when a jock (one of the big kids of the school who was always in with the popular crowd, but I'll get back to them later) purchased a large big quench cup full of the frozen slushie drink coming in many different flavours (the grape was by far the worst) and proceed to throw these frozen drinks into the faces of people who the jock felt was below them on the social food chain of high school.

In normal high schools, the social food chain seemed to be popular crowd, jocks, nerds, social outcasts and people who didn't exist.

At William McKinley High School however, the social food chain was a whole lot worse.

At the very top of the social food chain sat the popular crowd who had their own crew with some jocks thrown into the mix, these jocks being ones who thought they were the best at almost everything and weren't afraid to throw things at people or push them into lockers.

Next on the social food chain sat the cheerleaders and less important jocks, you know the ones who actually sometimes seemed to care about staying on the team and playing a good game of whatever sport was currently in season at the time.

Then taking another step down, there was the mathletes and chess club, the usual sort of school nerds that most high schools have.

Next step down, you had the smaller group of people who played for smaller sports teams like you're boxing, judo and gymnastics.

Take another step down and you have the really nerdy people who sometimes liked to rebel and try to act cool to impress the popular crowd, those were the ones who usually ended up dropping out halfway through the school year due to being unable to cope with the pressure from the popular crew.

Next step down and you're getting closer to the bottom where the more nerdy people are, kind of like myself, the ones who cared too much about school and only wished to do their best and end up being bullied for it by the more popular kids in school and ended up with locker shoves, slushie facials and more things that were mostly unspeakable.

Then down, way down in the sub basement was the glee club.

The glee club that had been put together in my Freshmen year by a couple of teachers who had found that during their time at this very same high school, glee club had been popular and was always winning trophy's. However when they had started the club back up again, right away it had been ridiculed and made fun of with the main members of the glee club being slushied the most because they were a part of the club and the jocks thought they were too unpopular to even be thought of or even recognised in the school and so would make it their main mission in life to make sure that the glee club members were constantly picked on and ridiculed.

I could still remember how one member of the glee club had even had lawn furniture nailed to their roof, I wasn't sure how it had happened but for some reason it had happened and the father of that kid had threatened to sue the school unless something was done to stop all this happening.

The principal had immediately made up some poor run of the mill excuse stating that he would see to it that the bullying was stopped and put under control, that there would be constant monitoring in and around the school to ensure that people weren't being bullied but in the end up, none of that was seen to and the bullying just continued to an extreme.

But enough of that explanation, back to the main matter at hand, the bully that currently had me held in their tight death grip whilst the rest of the group surrounding him were just standing, watching the current situation without even batting an eyelid just like the rest of the students around me at William McKinley High School.

Their main motto was pretend its not happening and it won't happen to you.

And for years now, it had seemed to be working for them as for three years now I had been bullied as I said earlier and no-one had even dared batted an eyelid for fear that the same thing would happen to them and they would be forced to face the same threat to their life.

Even the glee club members at William McKinley usually didn't dare bat an eyelid unless it was one of their own members that were being bullied and even then, it usually came down to the glee club director to break up the fight and make sure that it never happened again.

Unfortunately though, that never worked.

But anyway, I'm starting to get off subject here, Karofsky was currently holding me in the tight death grip yes whilst the rest of the students moved around the school, none of them daring to bat an eyelid for fear that they would be dragged into it too and be dragged down to my end of the social food chain and then resent me for it later on life and the rest of the crew behind Karofsky were all looking on at me with looks of almost hunger in their eyes, almost like they couldn't wait to be the next ones to take a piece out of me.

"Oi werido, are you deaf or something?" Karofsky demanded that second and before I fully knew what was happening, my back was once more being slammed back against the locker, my eyes scrunching shut in pain as I bit back down on my bottom lip, refusing to let the jocks hear my cry of pains, I wouldn't let them see me as weak, not this time around.

When I refused to say anything though, that was the signal for Karofsky to shove me back into the lockers full force and I was sure that by the end of today I would have bruises the size of my hands up and down my back and my face would most likely be cut and bruised from the locker smashes that I had so far encountered today.

When that too received no reply, Karofsky leaned forward one big beefy hand landing on my chest and pushing back enough to knock the breath out of me but I still refused to let Karofsky or the others around me see that all this was affecting me.

"Karofsky, I think the kid isn't affected by you're talents of mass destruction. Maybe a swirly will set him straight."

The second voice to speak was one that I had really hopped all this time wasn't going to utter anything.

The second voice belonged to that of a horrible, evil, manipulative human being named Lucifer Novak.

Not heard of him you say?

Well Lucifer Novak along with his three other brothers, Michael, Gabriel and Castiel walked this school, well when I say walked, they more strutted around this school like they owned the place, which due to the fact that their uncle, Zachariah (who was also a massive pain in my ass) was principal at this school, the fact in that question could most likely be true.

But yes, Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel and Castiel, the four Novak's people called them or hell in a nutshell - that name was one I had made up in my freshmen year after seeing the way in which Lucifer had treated everyone around him and with a name to match, I could just imagine Lucifer standing guard at the gates of hell, horns and tail at the ready with an evil laugh to match – always walked about the hallways of William McKinley High School, all dressed to impress and with a popular reputation to match.

Out of all the Novak's at this school, the only one I really knew well apart from Lucifer and his daily swirly's was the youngest Novak, Castiel.

Castiel Novak, just like myself was a junior and was the main leader of the popular crew at William McKinley.

Well, when I say he was the leader of the crew, it was more like Castiel would walk somewhere and his followers and all other suck ups would follow him around, figuratively kissing his ass and worshipping at his feet like the guy was some greek god or something and all people at this school could do was ask him questions and demand to know how it felt to be so popular.

Now I know what you must be thinking, this Castiel guy seems like a right dick, well in a way you're right, he is a dick but not for reasons that you may think, sure when he wanted to be, the guy could definitely stand up for himself and fight back but when you least expected it, you could find Castiel Novak off by himself in a far corner of the library or in the gym after school hours just being himself.

When I had first met Castiel Novak, I immediately thought he was going to be just like his brothers, a stuck up, pretentious ass-hole who cared about nothing but his reputation, what girls fancied him and which cheerleaders he had fucked that week but after a couple of weeks, I had started to notice little things different about Castiel Novak.

The first thing I had noticed was at lunch, a couple of weeks after I had first started at William McKinley, I had been walking to my lunch table accompanied by some of my dear friends when the oldest Novak, Michael had stuck his foot out under my own and had tripped me up, my lunch tray falling from my grip and sliding over the ground, my lunch gone whilst I landed on the floor, face burned red from embarrassment and invisible tears in my eyes that I dispelled right away, I didn't need them to see me crying.

That was the first thing I noticed, whilst the rest of the Novak's along with their crew laughed, Castiel sat there at the table, eyes upon me as I stood up, brushing myself off and glaring at the table in question, aware of the fact that Castiel was the only one not laughing along with the antics that the others had started.

The next thing I noticed was a couple of weeks later, I had been walking to my Maths class when I heard a chant over and over of the word fight and had immediately changed my direction of travel to try and figure out what was happening.

Upon arriving at the scene, I was surprised to find Michael Novak on the ground, eyes and nose purple from constant beatings whilst above him Castiel was standing, already raising his fist as if to throw another punch whilst behind them stood one of the glee kids, Kurt, his name was, standing, shivering against the lockers, tears rolling down his face that had me wondering just what had happened.

Teachers had broken up the fight before I could find out though and I had been sent on my way.

The next thing I noticed was during science class a few months later, I was working with one of my best friends in the class, Benny, when Castiel had walked into the class almost fifteen minutes late with a bloody nose and after a quick few words with the teacher, Castiel was put into my group and not only did the guy speak to us, silently, he also helped us with the experiment at hand and that was the first night I had my first dream about Castiel Novak.

I couldn't fully remember the whole dream, just bits and pieces, I could remember being in science class, working with Castiel whilst the rest of the class watched in awe, almost like they couldn't believe quite what was happening and the next second, a hand was wrapped around my waist, whilst Castiel leaned down and whispered something in my ear before kissing me and I had woken up, drenched in sweat and my breath coming out in quick gasps that had me scared to go into school for fear that I would see Castiel and he would immediately know all about my dream.

But I still went to school and every-time I saw Castiel, I made sure to avoid eye contact with him until by the end of the day where I felt like I was going to be okay and I was doing fine until I walked out into the car park and saw to my horror that someone (most likely the jocks) had defaced my car, a 1967 black Chevy Impala that I had nicknamed baby, slashed all the tires and cracked the windows leaving me standing on the spot, wondering just how exactly I was supposed to get home.

"You alright?"

That was the day my whole life changed, the day the jocks defaced my car and Castiel Novak walked up to me, asking if I was okay wearing his stupid beige trench coat (that was too big for him) that nobody ever saw the guy without, white t-shirt with the printing of a blue tie underneath, black skinny jeans and black trainers that looked almost brand new.

My whole life changed that day as that was the day that Castiel Novak offered me a ride after seeing the state of my car.

My whole life changed that day as that was the day that Castiel spoke more than one word to me that wasn't pass me this or that chemical or do you know what we have to do in this class.

My whole life changed that day as that was the day that I, Dean Winchester fell hopelessly head over heels in love with Castiel Novak.

So to say that Castiel Novak was a dick was high on my list of things I would to say to him but ever since that time when the guy had offered me a lift and smiled at me after dropping me off at my house, I hadn't had the chance to speak to the guy, much less see him in the halls as Castiel, when he didn't want to be found (I had found out the hard way) was impossible to find, when he wanted to, Castiel could hide himself away in some dark corner and pretend like he didn't exist, a gift that I wished I owned at some points in my life.

But for weeks, I could not find head nor tails of Castiel and whilst I worked hard at repairing my car (my dad had had it towed from the school after finding out what had happened) I tried my hardest to avoid being the centre of attention at William McKinley due to the constant appearance of Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer whom always seemed to be laughing amongst each other and pointing straight at me as if they knew something that I didn't know.

And for quite a good long while, I managed to stay under the radar and out of the spotlight until one day near the end of Freshmen year, my whole life was changed again when one of the glee kids, a tall giant by the name of Finn Hudson - who seemed to be the lead singer of the glee club along with a small, annoying hobbit, Rachel Berry who I constantly wanted to slap in the face every-time she opened her mouth – found me alone in the shower room after a tiring gym practice, singing quietly to myself and so I had found myself being thrown head first into the glee club.

For the first couple of weeks after I had been forced to join the club by Finn, everyone seemed to ignore me, I hung out with some of the glee kids whom I had came to know quite well - there was Finn Hudson, the co-leader of glee club along with Rachel Berry, his annoying hobbit of a girlfriend who despite being a fantastic singer was also a major pain in the ass and always demanded to sing all the solos in glee club.

Then there was Santana Lopez, one of the many cheerleaders at William McKinley along with Quinn Fabray and Brittany Pearce, who were all in the glee club together and called themselves the unholy trinity due to the fact that they always hung out together and had all lost their virginity despite being a part of the celibacy club.

Then there was Kurt Hummel, a drama queen and diva, who along with his best friend Mercedes Jones and Kurt's boyfriend, Blaine Anderson had immediately invited me into their little group during glee club meetings and during lunch with the rest of the glee club.

Altogether after I had joined there was twelve members in the glee club, enough to compete in a show choir competition which was what we done.

Only two weeks after I joined, the glee club performed at Sectionals with colourful renditions of Don't Rain On My Parade as a solo for Rachel, You Can't Always Get What You Want as a group number for us and to finish us off and leave the audience wanting more we finished with a big upbeat performance of My Life Would Suck Without You.

And we had came in second, which I thought myself was good for what we had in our group, however when we got back from the competition and started back a new week, the jocks had right away started to bully and pester us, slamming us into lockers, throwing slushies in our faces and just making us feel like downright losers.

Which brings me right back to the main matter at hand, Lucifer Novak with his big punk-ass macho I'm better than you attitude that really made me want to kick him up and down the whole school, standing there with his smug attitude after just uttering the words about taking me for a swirly and right away Karofsky and another one of the popular crew, Raphael Santiago, a bigger dick than Lucifer and Michael put together grabbed me by my wrists and started to drag me away from the safety of the lockers, my brain already heading into over-drive as I tried my hardest to fight off the defences as the two continued to pull and shove me forwards whilst all I could think was I'm gonna die, I'm gonna have my head shoved down the toilet and drown and die when everyone stopped in their tracks at the sound of a voice from further down the hallway.

"What the fuck do you think you're all doing?"

It was Castiel.

Oh fuck was I screwed now.

A/N End Of Chapter 1 here guys. Hope yous all have enjoyed this brand new story so far and are eagerly awaiting the next chapter to find out what happens next.

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