My hand slammed down on the alarm beside my head and I groaned. Getting used to this early bird schedule for school again wasn't easy. Sliding out from under the covers, I padded softly across the floor in my fuzzy sock clad feet, towards the bathroom. My alarm was set a good half hour early so I could beat Gabe to the bathroom. He took FOREVER in the shower in the morning, and by the time he got out you could forget about the hot water.
With the water running, I quickly slipped out of my boxers and t-shirt and stepped into the cloud of steam the hot water had created. My muscles relaxed under the hot steady stream. After standing still for a few minutes I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and quickly washed my hair, turned off the shower and grabbed my towel off of the rack.
When I opened the door Gabe was already there, leaning against the door frame, coughing as the steam from my short shower hit him.
"Hey hot stuff, done hogging the shower yet?" I rolled my eyes and ignored him, stepping out into the hallway and back towards my room. "And remember mom's here for the week, so tread carefully brother." He called after me. I grumbled a short thank you and closed my door. Finding my favourite sweater on the back of my chair along with my favourite pair of jeans, I slipped both of them on, then left to go downstairs for a quick breakfast. My mind was changed quickly when I saw my mother awake and moving about in the kitchen. I ran to the door instead, grabbed my backpack, and left for school.
My mother wasn't home often, she traveled for her job, and when she did it was just me and my brothers, Michael and Gabriel, and my sister Anna. She only came home a few times a year but when she did she usually stayed for about a week or so, tormenting us with her presence. It wasn't like we are bad kids or anything, because we aren't. She just has a. . . firm hand when dealing with us. She's very strict and severely religious (never a good combination) and makes sure we know it every time she comes around, making us do a family religious meeting every night and in the mornings on weekends, and asking probing questions about our personal life, to make sure we aren't in any immoral mind sets. It gets old fast, so we're lucky we don't have to deal with her full time, I'm not sure I could handle the pressure.
I zipped my jacket up and quickly shoved my hands into the pockets of my blazer, trying to stave off the cold that had begun to seep into my body from the sharp winds that swept through the air. The walk to school was fairly short so I usually didn't concern myself with gloves or a hat. Every now and then I wore a scarf, but I didn't get to grab one today, being too afraid of confronting my mother in any and every way possible first thing in the morning. She definitely was not a morning person. Instead I popped the collar on my jacket. It blocked most of the wind. My feet made the transition from the sidewalk to the gravel path leading up to the entrance of the school. A few people were milling about around the campus, coffee cups and travel mugs secured in their gloved hands. I didn't have much time to be jealous as I spotted Crowley, the school's. . . well I'm not sure what you'd call him, but he wasn't someone you wanted to cross paths with. Trouble followed him everywhere. All in all he was bad news. I ducked my head to avoid confrontation as I walked past him and up the steps to the front door. As I reached the top I looked up, thinking to go in when my body collided with another. I looked up quickly right into the bright green eyes of the new student, Dean Winchester. I stammered for a bit, looking for an apology but didn't get one out before Dean chuckled lightly and grasped my shoulder.
"Hey man, sorry I didn't see you there," he said, before removing his hand and extending it towards me.
He may have been new but from the first day he arrived he was a sensation, charming, witty, gave off the bad boy vibe and the perfect gentleman all vibe all in one. Everyone knew Dean Winchester from day one, it was hard not to, but he and I had never actually met.
"Name's Dean." I swallowed hard and reached out to grasp his hand, shaking it.
"Nice to meet you Dean. My name is Cas," I replied, using the shortened version of my name to avoid the usual questions that came with it. We just stared at each other for a little while, and I soon realized our hands were still clasped together. I slowly extracted my hand from his grip, not really wanting to let go but also not wanting to make this anymore awkward than it already was, and shoved it back into my pocket.
"So, I'm kinda new here Cas. Mind showing me around a bit? It's only my second day, and I kept getting lost yesterday and showed up late to almost every class. Maybe you can show me the best routes between all of my classes?"
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