A new story, yay!

Warnings: Language, smut(sort of), terrible parenting, neglect, major character death, and suicide.

Disclaimer: Nothing on or around the show Supernatural is or will ever be mine.

Dean /

Dean thought the plan had been foolproof, but he was wrong. That was how he wound up being dragged down the hall by one of the crankiest teachers, by his shirt collar. It wasn't something he enjoyed, but getting caught was one of the risks he took.

The hallways were filled with an ugly, puke-yellow colored lockers with rusty locks. Some of the lockers had backpack straps falling out of the bottom from students being rushed and half-heartedly shoving their possessions into the metal box.

Dean's feet scuffed the floor as he walked - much to his teacher's annoyance - slower than normal. The toes of his shoes swept through the few pieces of dirt that was on the floor. Dean's eyes concentrated on the ground, careful not to fall over.

"I don't think you have to man-handle me…" Dean puffed out.

"Boy, you haven't seen 'man-handled,' yet." His name was Mr. West, and he was only this grumpy because his wife left him a few years ago, or at least that's the rumor Dean had spread last year.

"Ohh, kinky." Dean smirked as Mr. Mest huffed out a breath and tightened his grip on his shirt collar.

Dean gave up on all attempts at conversation by that point. This was his third trip down to the detention room this month. It has gotten so bad, they quit letting him walked down here by himself, and opted to walk him down themselves.

I must be special. He thought to himself as they turned the last corner before the detention room came into sight.

Dean looked up and to his right as they walked by some classrooms and smirked at the students inside them, some rolling their eyes and other girls smiling sweetly at him. He nodded and smirked their way and laughed under his breath as a few looked away and blushed.

He wasn't royalty here, honestly, he was hated by quite a few people. But the girls thought he was cute and the teachers especially loathed him. He grew up here, in Lawrence, Kansas, with his father and brother. His mother died a little while ago, but Dean tried to not think about it. IT's gotten easier over the years.

"Let's go, Winchester!" barked Mr. Mest, catching the attention of a few kids walking out of the nearest classroom, his little brother, Sammy, one of them.

Sam watched as they passed and gave his older brother a look of utter disappointment, his look saying really, again? Dean shrugged and laughed, he had to show him that he didn't care, even when it breaks his heart when Sam gives him that look.

"I won't be taking you home today! Ride the bus!" Dean called to Sam from over his shoulder. From somewhere behind him, he heard a slightly faded, "C'mon!"

His brother was a freshman this year and Dean was a senior. Technically, Dean was suppose to be graduated already, but because his math teacher failed him because he missed too many days of school, he's forced to retake the class, and others because his 'final grade could be better,' Dean counted down the days until he was out of this hell.

Once he entered the room and was assaulted by the blast of hot air. He forgot how hot this room was, it annoyed him. He was thrown into a chair and glared at Mr. Mest as he peeled off his jacket.

"What did he do now?" The secretary of the school called out, the detention room was her office, she was also in charge of watching the misbehaving students, lucky her.

"What hasn't he done?" Mr. West joked. Dean smirked proudly.

"You know what, I don't want to know," she turned back to the papers on her desk. "How long is he staying?"

"Three hours after school-" Mr. West's eyes didn't leave Dean's.

Dean nodded slowly and accepted this punishment, he didn't have anything after school today.

"-for the next two weeks." The secretary let out a low whistle, Dean nearly kicked the chair across the room when he stood up, a protest already on his lips.

"You better be putting that butt back in that chair!" he barked.

"But-"

"Wanna make it four weeks?" Mr. West wasn't budging.

Dean licked his lips and turned back to the desk, the row no longer straight because of his surprising strength. Dean tasted bile in the back of his throat when he thought about the situation. He admitted defeat as he sunk further into the chair he groaned loudly. .

He couldn't miss next week, it was Sam's birthday and he promised him they'd take the day off and hang out. Dean had been planning a day-long road trip with his baby brother. But now that was out of the question. He didn't know how to tell Sammy… The punishment for missing detention was being suspended, and just maybe it was worth it. If only dad would let him...

Dean sighed and watched as Mr. Mest walked out of the room, before sending Dean one last glare. Dean shrugged and turned to tracing patterns on the desk with his finger. Sitting in here always bored him beyond belief.

Dean started bouncing his left leg and felt something under his foot, he looked down and discovered a notebook. There was nothing special about it, just a normal, worn, spiral-bound notebook, the cover was a dark blue.

"Do you have something to do, or do you need to write the rules, again." Writing the school rules was something you had to do if you ended up in detention with nothing to do.

Dean didn't look up at her when he answered, "No, ma'am." He leaned down and picked up the notebook, lifting it up to inspect it carefully.

On the inside of the front cover read a name, Castiel Novak. Dean didn't know who that was, so the warning below the name, telling the reader to return it to whomever it belonged to as soon as they found it, meant nothing to Dean. The first page had neatly printed handwriting and Dean read it easily,

I don't know why I am writing this, it won't help. But, you know, whatever.

It dated back a few years ago. Dean wondered what this person was talking about.

Right now, I'm sitting on my bed not really caring what I do. It doesn't really matter anymore. I guess I'll start with an introduction, my name is Castiel Jimmy Novak, and my parents think it will help if I write down what I'm feeling instead of trying to hide it. Whatever. Not like they care, anyways.

Dean's eyes snapped around the room, as if he were doing something he shouldn't be and didn't want to be caught. He knew whoever wrote this, it was personal to them, but Dean kept reading, he had a while to burn.

It's been hard. Nobody gets it, they try to, but nobody can understand what it feels like to go through what I've gone through.

Dean swallows nervously, the pit of his stomach just grew heavier. This was private, he shouldn't be reading this. But something in his stupid head told him to continue reading, told him to keep turning the pages and learning more about the Junior named Castiel Novak.

He flipped through a few more pages, each one with multiple entries. Some pages had lines to complete paragraphs scribbled out madly. Dean took the time to read what was blocked, with no luck. One page caught his attention, it only had one word, Gabriel.

The next entry was weeks later, and was again only one word, Lost.

Even though it was two words, Dean read the pain in them. It was something he's been able to do since he was little - read people. From what he's read, all he's felt is pain and suffering. The month of so that these last two entries were written, something major happened.

As Dean kept reading, the more certain he is about his prediction. The way he wrote, what he said, what was scribbled out. Before, he had mentioned a younger brother, but no name was written. Dean could tell that this Castiel loved him like he was all he had. Maybe that had been true.

"Dean Winchester," his head snapped up to the sound of the secretary's voice. "You're time is up," she gestured with the flick of her wrist that he should leave.

He stood up and grabbed the notebook and carried it out with him. His finger held his place as he walked through the now empty hallways, his feet carried him slowly to his car. Once inside, he didn't immediately plug the key in and start her up. He opened the notebook again and read some more.

Nothing's gonna bring him back. Gabriel's gone, my brother is dead and gone. And it's all Lucifer's fault. Because he was too stupid and selfish and irresponsible. I understand that now, hopefully I can pick myself up again. We'll see.

Dean's heart fell. The brother that he loved so much had died. So many scenarios raced through his head, what could have happened to Castiel's brother Gabriel? And who and why was it Lucifer's fault? Dean skimmed through a few pages trying to find out what had happen.

Words flittered through his head, "first day of school" and "everyone seems nice" and there is this senior I seen, he's pretty hot."

This stopped Dean. He had to double back and reread that entry. I don't know his name, but he's really cute. But nothing will happen, I'm pretty sure he's straight. But whatever, just a stupid crush, it'll pass.

Dean continued reading, 'the crush,' was never mentioned. Until Dean flipped to an almost completely blank page. The only thing was written made Dean's curiosity twist.

It hasn't passed.

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