I do not own Supernatural or its characters, unfortunately.
There is a character in this story that isn't in the series; it's homage to a friend.
This is my first ever attempt at a fic, so please be patient and review! Enjoy.
The sound of his alarm clock woke Dean Winchester with a start, "Son of a bitch!" he cursed. He clicked the button, shutting the sound off. The clock read '7:00am'.
It was September the 4th, the first day back at school, 'brilliant' Dean thought to himself sarcastically.
He climbed out of his bed, not bothering to make it, and
slouched to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and grimaced at his reflection. His sandy coloured hair was pointing every which way, his green eyes still half closed from lack of sleep and his face bore oddly shaped lines from where he'd been sleeping. He had not missed these early mornings.
Dean had a shower, changed into something more appropriate for school and went downstairs. He could hear his little brother watching T.V in the living room.
"Hey, Sammy." He greeted the boy 5 years his junior.
He merely got a grunt in response as Sam was too busy watching his favourite cartoon. Dean shook his head and wandered into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast.
"Good morning sweetie, I see you made it up." Dean's mother said with a smile.
"Morning mum." Dean grabbed a bowl and started to pour some cereal.
"Hey up! Who are you and what have you done with my son? You're actually up at this time?" John, Dean's father winked at his elder son. Dean replied with a grimace and sat down to chew his breakfast, 'Sure guna need the energy' Dean thought to himself.
"I need you to take your brother to school today, Dean. Got to go to work early." John said while ruffling Deans hair.
"Sure dad."
Dean finished his cereal and collected his things, "Sammy come on, time for school!"
Sam rushed to his room and grabbed his bag, "Ready!" He called, barely hiding his excitement for school.
"Nerd." Dean joking, shoving his brother teasingly.
"Jerk!"
"Bitch!" The brothers loved their little banter.
They said their goodbyes, shut the door behind them and climbed into Dean's baby, his Impala. With some classic AC/DC blasting out, Dean singing along and Sam cringing in his seat, they drove to school.
"Be good Sammy" Dean warned his little brother, he adored this boy so much.
"You know me Dean, nerd and a half!" Sam grinned as he ran off to greet his friends.
Dean chuckled to himself just as a swarm of people rushed up to him, being the most popular kid in school isn't all what it's cracked up to be.
"Hey Dean!"
"How was your summer?"
"I missed you!"
"What did you do?"
Dean sighed heavily, he was expecting this. He didn't even respond. He just gave a look to his two best friends and they knew exactly what to do.
"Guys, guys, guys! Give the dude some space!" Adam yelled.
"Seriously, piss off." Gabriel moaned.
The crowd got the hint and sulked off to catch up on the latest gossip.
"Thanks." Dean replied, breathing deeply.
"Oh my God! It's Dean Winchester!" A high-pitched shriek came from behind the three amigos.
They turned and let out a relieved laugh once they'd seen who it was.
Elle gave a wink at Dean and quickly pecked Gabriel on the lips.
"Hey, Elle." Dean greeted.
A bell chimed, signalling first period, Dean, Adam, Gabriel and Elle sauntered off to their first lessons. Dean had Physics and the other three had Math. They said their goodbyes and entered the classrooms.
Dean quizzed on where to sit until he saw the blushing, giggling girls at the back who were staring right at him helped him make his decision. He sat right at the front, with his head in his hands, 'first day and first lesson' he thought to himself, 'It'll all die down soon enough.'
The booming voice of Mr. Rufus made Dean look up, "Welcome back class. We have a new edition to our class this year, everyone say hi to Castiel Novak."
Murmured 'hellos' were said and no one paid any attention to his bizarre name, they were used to weird names, heck, they had a Zachariah, Chuck and Lilith for God's sake.
The boy of the name Castiel was staring awkwardly at his feet, he was wearing a beige trench coat and his hair was the blackest of blacks.
Mr. Rufus allocated Castiel to the only empty seat in the class, next to Dean.
Castiel wandered over and gave Dean a nervous, half smile.
Dean replied with a nod and focused his attention back to the teacher.
The class seemed to drag and when the bell finally rung for second period, he noticed Castiel frowning at a map that lay in front of his him.
"You alright?" Dean asked.
Castiel jumped with the sound of a voice so close to him, "Oh, urm, no I don't think that I am…"
Dean waited for him to say more, but when he didn't Dean prompted him, "Care to elaborate?"
"Oh, well my timetable says I have English next with a Mrs. Mills, but I don't understand this map."
"Well, for one, it's the wrong way," Dean slid the paper around, "And I'm headed in that direction anyway, so you can walk with me, if you'd like?"
Castiel blinked and politely accepted his request.
As they walked to their next destination, Dean tried to make conversation, "So, Castiel, can I call you Cas instead?"
"Yes, you may." Castiel had never had a nickname before.
"Cheers. So, Cas, where you from?"
"Up North"
"Huh. What made you come to Lawrence then?"
"My father got a business opportunity."
"Oh cool. My dad's a mechanic, what does yours do?"
"He's the boss of a business, controls what they do and stuff."
"Oh. Any other family?"
"Two older brothers, you?"
"A younger brother."
Dean gave up with the small talk and they walked the rest of the way in silence. Dean pointed to Mrs. Mills' room,
"Thanks Dean," Cas smiled.
Dean nodded and walked into his own classroom, thoughts about this new kid whizzing about in his brain.