Dean smirked as he watched the gaggle of freshmen stare, confused, at their maps. He'd been in their place once, sure, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy their frustration.
"Mr. Winchester?" the school secretary. Dean quickly ran through a list of his offenses in the first two weeks at Austin High. Skipping English, throwing food at that annoying prick in Health-
"Mr Winchester, if you are even listening, this is a new senior. I would like you to show him around."
Dean's head snapped up. What? Oh.
The kid was was tall (though not taller than Dean), with blue eyes and mussed-up hair. Kinda cute- wait- did he just think that?
"Um, sure." The teen almost shoved his hand into the other's.
"I'm Dean." an awkward handshake ensued.
"Castiel." Wow. Growly and gravely. The secretary smiled and walked back to the main building, heels clacking against the cement.
"So Cas, where ya from?" Dean smiled. The guy looked like the type of person that Dean would like to hang out with.
"Boston." Sweet baby Jesus, that voice.
"Why'dya come all the way to Texas?" The boys walked through the front doors, air conditioning hitting them full force.
"Relatives." Short. Curt. Not looking to elaborate.
"Huh. Neat. Anyway- that's Mr. Wellington's room, teaches History. Missing the class right now actually." Dean was aware that he was rambling.
"That's...nice." Cas didn't even smile.
"Is your school supportive of homosexuality?" Dean nearly choked.
"What?" he sputtered.
"You heard me." It wasn't a question.
"Um, I guess?" Not that Dean would know. The Winchester was so far in the closet that his ass was getting frostbite.
"So, if I chose to wear some LGBT-supportive shirts I would not get sent home."
"Yeah?"
"Thank you Dean." Castiel smiled a barely discernible smile, and strolled away, leaving Dean standing stock-still in the hallway.
"How was your first day?" Dean smiled, tossling his little brother Sammy's hair. Sam ducked, and shrugged.
"What happened Sammy?"
"Nothin' important, Dean. Let it go." Dean stopped, and knelt down to reach Sam's level.
"Nothin's never nothin'." he said, adjusting the straps of his little brother's Swiss backpack.
"Some British guy named Crowley." Sam learned too much from his older brother. Dean sighed, straightening and swinging an arm around Sammy.
"Yeah, fine. Let's go home, Elsa." They resumed walking. He almost missed Cas standing a mere five feet away, smiling shyly. Dean beckoned him.
"Um, Dean, I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. I was a bit nervous." Dean held up a hand.
"It's fine dude." But internally Dean's mind was racing. Were Cas' lips always that soft and inviting and slightly shiny and- Dean realized that Cas was looking at him expectantly. He was waitong for an answer. Fuck. Ummm...
"Are you walking this way?" he blurted, " A lotta people do."