"Alright class, listen up!" Dean sighs at the sound of his teachers voice. Hell if he was going to actually listen up. Senior year was a kick back and relax year, and damn him if he was going to actually try like his brother.

Dean smiles at the thought of his brother. He crumples up a piece of paper into a ball and aims it strategically at Sam. Sam was just sitting at the front of the class, tapping his pen on his notebook when he's hit with a wad of paper. Sam hears his brothers snicker and he turns to glare at him.

"Jerk." Sam mouths with menace.

"Bitch." The older sibling replies with a smirk. "Shouldn't have taken advanced classes."

"Sorry for being smarter than you." Sam snaps.

"Winchesters!" The brothers flinch at the voice and return their attention to the front of the class.

"Yes, Mrs. Harvelle?" They chorus. The woman glares at the two and a little laugh is heard from the corner of the room. Jo, Mrs. Harvelles daughter, was happily reveling in the brothers discomfort.

"As I was saying," Mrs. Harvelle says. "We have a new student. You all better be kind to him or I'll skin you. Come on in!"

Deans eyes lazily travel to the door. It opens slowly and then he walks in. A boy on the verge of turning into a man with blue-as-the-ocean eyes and hair as dark and disheveled as the galaxy. He was tall with broad shoulders and long torso, almost cleverly hidden by his slightly wrinkled white button up shirt. Instantly there was a buzz of lustful murmurs among the girls and jealous grumbles from the guys. Meekly the new student makes his way to the teacher, eyes finding strange interest in the linoleum floors.

"Introduce yourself dear. " Mrs. Harvelle says, voice now almost sickeningly sweet.

"I'm Castiel Novak." The student says and Dean feels the rumble of Castiels voice shake him. Dean swallows drying, waiting for his next words. "A pleasure to meet you all." Some of the girls giggle and wave hello to him. Castiel doesn't seem to see this and stands stoically at the front of the class.

"Castiel, how about you take a seat...behind Miss Charlie there." Mrs. Harvelle jots down the new seating arrangement and shoos Castiel away. Castiel quietly makes his way down the aisle, touching fists with a few guys. When he comes to Dean, Dean gives him a bit of a nod.

When Castiel locks eyes with him, Dean feels his breath hitch. God, those eyes, Dean thinks. He tears his gaze away just before he sees Castiel licks his lips. Castiel takes a seat and before the class knew it, Mrs. Harvelle is back to the Chinese dynasties. A few minutes pass before Dean realizes he should probably introduce himself.

He turns and clears his throat causing Castiel to turn to him. He holds a hand out for him to shake. "Winchester. Dean Winchester." Internally Dean scolds himself. Who was he, James Bond?

"Castiel Novak." Castiel murmurs reaching out. They shake hands and Dean lingers just a bit longer than he should. Castiels hands were soft whilst his were calloused by years of work.

"Castiels a bit of a mouthful. Cas, okay?" Dean says before he could think. Castiel thinks for a moment before Dean watches a smile grace his lips.

"Yeah. Cas is okay."