Hello! This story is basically based off the Becca Fitzpatrick's book that I adore; Hush Hush which had me writing this uh.. basically it's a High School Supernatural AU fic.

I don't not own Supernatural and all that jazz.

PART.I

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Dean flipped the egg hastily on the pan; waiting until it solidified and dumping it off on a plastic plate. They were running out of eggs last time he checked, but this morning when he looked into the fridge the tattered container was stocked with large-sized eggs. Dad must've been here last night, Dean reasoned- because any other explanation was simply invalid. Because Good didn't just knock on their door and leave things behind. It never has his entire life.

"Sammy!" Dean called over to his brother who was still curled up on his own bed. "C'mon, you will be late for school!" When he heard no response from Sam, Dean chucked the pan to the sink and charged out from the tiny kitchen ready to pull the sheets off of the smaller boy. "Sammy!" he hissed this time ready to claw off his little sleeping beauty.

"Alright, alright!" Sam sat up on bed sleepily, muttered a series of curses he had before heard Dean recite. He scowled at Dean before hopping off bed and into the bathroom.

The house they stayed at wasn't bad this time. It was small; good enough for only both of them. They shared a room with two bunks, a kitchen, a living room and a bathroom. The doors creaked occasionally and Dean had to inspect the locks every so often but they were both happy- as much as they were allowed to- . They finally got used to their school, teachers and the kids here. It usually took them a much longer time to settle this smoothly.

The first lesson Dean got taught without a teacher was to take care of Sammy. Ever since the fire from when he was six, he always took care of things. John trusted him with Sammy. John, their father rarely showed up- he was always out and about working. Their mother Mary died the night of the fire. Dean might not remember well the events of that night but every time he thinks of it, he shudders. John doesn't believe the fire was an accident, he always told Dean. He swore he was going to find who or what did it. Dean did not know what to think, he liked when dad stuck around at home and took care of them for a change. He was used to it though. He drove Sam to school, went to school himself and also went to work after school hours. At the end of the day all Dean wanted to do was crash on bed and listen to Sammy's laugh as he tells him how his day went.

By the time Dean was pouring Orange juice into his glass Sam was already seated poking at his own egg. "I wish we had different food sometimes." He muttered, loud enough for Dean to hear.

"Yeah well, when dad decides he gives a jack squat about us we'll start having pie and pancakes for breakfast." Dean retorted then quickly gulped down his juice, pie being his favorite of the two.

"I am sorry Dean.." Sam murmurs, fumbling with his fork. "You know I appreciate what you do."

"You better do." Sam grins up at his brother admiringly. He always looked up to Dean; he was the strongest person he ever knew. Not even the bully from his old school scared Dean. Dean was never scared of anything and that reassured Sam always.

"C'mon kiddo, let's go." Dean says grabbing his leather jacket and the Impala keys before walking towards the door. It wasn't very much cold outside but it was chilly. There was a gentle breeze of wind against his face and Dean found himself smiling a little. That was until he felt a pair of eyes watching him. He turned to look around the corner of a block but no one was standing there. He only heard a flutter of wings. He looked back towards his Impala and this time in the corner of his eyes he swore he could see someone standing at the corner of the very same block. When he turned this time, sure enough there standing was a silhouette with a mop of dark hair and blue eyes staring intensely at him. The person looked about Dean's age. He wore a trench coat and was slightly hunched over. His expression didn't change; he still stared at Dean without a blink of an eye.

Dean blinked his eyes shut and open and the stranger wasn't there anymore. Dean thought he was hallucinating and just in time Sammy emerged from the door, locking it behind him.

Dean cleared his throat looked down at Sammy and guided him by the shoulders towards the Impala.


Generally, Dean didn't do well at school. He never really tried hard at it; it wasn't really his thing. His teachers didn't complain about him because they knew Sam and how Dean always helped him study. As much as they're concerned, they have other students to worry about. It is a huge school after all. For all Dean knows, he is going to get this over for just one more year then he's going to look for a full-time job to support Sam. Sammy always spoke about college though. It somehow made Dean envy Sam; while his brother knew what exactly will he be doing after graduating, Dean only knows he is going to stick around for Sam. That's all.

Dean grumbled as he shut his locker door forcefully heading to Biology. Out of them all, Biology was his worst subject. He hated the class, the kids and the teacher himself. Even his seat didn't co-operate. It was one of those chairs with one leg shorter than the other, the ones that made it possible for you to rock them.

Mr. Uriel was already in class when Dean walked in. When he saw Dean he didn't make much of an acknowledgment but a nod. "Take a seat please." He had said, as if it wasn't the most obvious thing.

When Dean takes his deranged seat, Mr. Uriel decides he has an announcement to make. "Every one, welcome your new classmate; Castiel."

The new kid didn't even look comfortable in his own skin. His stare was just piercing and blue and right at Dean.

The new kid in Dean's class was the same person Dean witnessed at the corner of a block this morning. Apparently his name was 'Castiel' and now he was sitting on the empty seat next to Dean. What kind of name is that?

"Castiel is an angel from the forgotten text. Long ago certain people thought some of the chapters of the bible did not need to be there so they took it out. It's now in the liberty of the Vatican."

Dean gasped "You just friggin' read my mind, didn't you?" It might have sounded crazy but it also was the only reasonable thing Dean could come up with.

"While I was named after an angel, that doesn't require me being an angel myself. Do you even believe in angels,Dean?" Castiel spoke again in a sturdy voice, the way he said his name left Dean struggling to suck in some breathe again.

"I saw you this morning," Dean tried to hide his panic from the kid sitting next to him. "What do you want?"

"I do not wish you any harm, Dean." Castiel said, turning around to face the white board at the front of the class.

Dean swore he could see him smirk.