Castiel walked into class with his head down and his eyes averted to the ground. He kept his sketch book close to his chest and slipped into an empty seat in the far back of the classroom. They had an old substitute teacher today who wouldn't care what anyone did, as long as the whole class wasn't disrupted. He put his book on the table and opened to a new page as he started to sketch a new drawing. A few moments later, he heard a thump as someone sat next to him. Dean plopped down into the only chair left, which happened to be near Castiel Novak, and sighed. He knew who he was sitting next to because his group of friends always laughed at him for his stutter. Honestly, Dean felt bad about the kid. He just couldn't do anything about it because he had a reputation to keep.
"Man. This class is bogus!" Dean stated as he put his feet on top of the desk. Castiel looked over at the boy next to him. He had seen him in the halls and with his brothers, but they had never talked. Castiel was content to keep it that way. If he hung out with people like Michael, he must be horrible or just plain desperate. The boy was a sight though. Castiel had to tear his eye away to keep from staring. He mumbled in greeting, not wanting to talk. Dean smirked and looked over at the boy next to him, completely disregarding the teacher. "So. Your Michaels brother?" Dean looked Castiel up and down before he, subconsciously, licked his lips. He was much better looking up close. No one in the school knew that he was gay, but he didn't really hide it. It was most likely because they were too afraid to ask or comment about it.
Castiel nodded quickly, looking to meet Dean's eyes. He looked away as soon as he glanced over though. Deans eyes were deep green. Castiel wanted to look back but he couldn't. Not without getting mocked about his non-existent crush. Okay maybe it was a little existent. Dean chuckled lightly. "Come on kid. Cat got your tongue or something? I don't bite." Dean leaned over closer to Castiels ear. "Unless you want me too." Laughing slightly, Dean pulled back away and focused his eyes on his phone, where he was texting Michael about meeting up later. Castiel's eyes widened. He looked over at Dean, his eyes a little crazy. "D-D-Don't l-like tal-l-lking..." Castiel said as fast as possible. Now Dean knew and he could laugh all he wanted. Castiel knew he would. Michael probably told him all this shit about Castiel so Dean could mock him.
Dean suddenly felt very protective of Castiel. Dean could barely imagine what the kids at school treat him like. He kicked his feet off the desk and looked straight into Cas' eyes. "You don't have to be afraid of me. You do know that right?" Dean hoped that, within time, he could befriend Cas and protect him. Cas backed up a little. He didn't know this side of Dean. He wanted to ask, why? Why shouldn't I be afraid of someone who talks to my brother? But Castiel couldn't make a sound. Dean had gone from terrifying badass to terrifying hero in a matter of seconds. Dean frowned knowing that he was only scaring Castiel more and more. Looking up at the bell, he noticed it was almost time to leave the class. Honestly, he didn't want to leave the class. He wanted to spend more time with Cas. "I'm spending the night at your house tonight. See ya then." Just as the bell rang, Dean was up and out of his seat. Cas watched Dean go, mouth hanging open. Dean was joking right? This was a prank to beat him up? Castiel couldn't make himself believe that. Dean had looked so sincere. Castiel decided to just wait and see. He trudged to last period, his mind overblown with thoughts.