Chapter 1
Sometime in the awkward days of high school, Castiel Novak had come to only two solid truths.
Chemistry was his least favorite class.
Tuesdays were the absolute worst day of the week.
The first one was due to the fact that he'd never understood a thing that was going on. He had never been able to straighten out all of the trends from the patterns and the Mendeleevs from the Moseleys. It was like reading elvish. Actually, it was worse. Castiel understood elvish, thanks to his childhood friend Charlie.
The second truth was just a basic fact. Mondays weren't all that bad, as he could still bask in the afterglow of the weekend. Wednesdays were in the middle of the week, so he could just keep thinking, "It's almost over." For Thursdays, Fridays were always just around the corner, and Fridays happened to be glorious. Tuesdays were simply hell. They weren't quite halfway through the week, they weren't close enough to the weekend, and on Tuesdays he had long block chemistry.
Tuesday mornings always meant a bombardment of questions from his foster sister Anna, and the practically scheduled, never-ending pestering about her dream boy. Dean Winchester.
Castiel was expected to know every detail about him, too. What kind of car he drove - a '67 Chevy Impala. How he combed his hair - Castiel didn't care, despite Anna's protests. What kind of body spray he used - not sure he even wore any. His whole life story...just no.
It wasn't that he didn't love Anna. She was the most darling sister he could have ever asked for, and he was constantly reminded how overjoyed he ought to be that they'd been placed in the same foster home. But Castiel just wasn't interested in stalking some boy. He was gay, but that didn't mean he was boy-crazy. And all of that was why Castiel was absolutely dreading crawling out of his cocoon of blankets. But he knew that Michael, his foster father, would tear him a new one if he didn't.
After somehow crawling out of the warmth of his bed, Castiel put on his usual outfit of jeans, a button-down shirt of some varying color, and his trench coat. Screw fashion standards. No one really messed with him anyway. One of the perks of being a junior was that the only people who could possible tease him were the seniors, and they were more done with high school than the juniors were.
When Castiel walked downstairs, he was practically attacked by Anna. He hopelessly shied away from her incoherent shouting. Random words broke through his sleep-hazed thoughts. "It's Tuesday! Dean...cute...everything. Tell me...report later." Castiel just rolled his eyes and smiled, pushing past her to get whatever breakfast his foster brother Gabriel had prepared.
Three hours later, Castiel entered his aggressively air-conditioned chemistry classroom and released a heavy, irrepressible sigh. As he made his way to his lab table, he looked up to realize that the normally empty seat next to his was now occupied by 6' 2" of an apparently attractive senior boy. None other than the 'dreamy' Dean Winchester. Castiel rolled his eyes and sat down. It was going to be a long class...