For the first time in a week, Cas walked in the doors of his high school. Now, Cas wasn't dumb, not by a long shot. He had just stopped caring a long time ago. Especially since he came from the most prominent family in Lawrence. He knew he would never have to try hard in life, so what was the point in trying now?
He walked to his locker and saw and unfamiliar face at the locker next to his. It was a boy about his age, 18, with short blond hair and a scuffed leather jacket. Obviously not from Cas' part of town. When he heard Cas behind him, he turned, facing Cas with the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. The other boy looked him up and down, taking in Cas' ruffled suit and trenchcoat.
"Something tells me you're not from my side of town," The boy had a voice that sounded like many workers in the town, gravelly from smoking. However, there was something behind it that caught Cas' attention. Most of the "greasers" in town were beat and worn and their attitude reflected it, even at 18. However, this kid had a sarcastic attitude in his tone, matching the smirk on his face.
"Really? I wonder what could have given it away," Cas said, not one to back down. "Was it the fact that I actually look like I belong here?"
The boy flinched a little before stepping forward at Cas, "I have as much right to be here as you. Maybe more, because I actually have to work my ass off to get somewhere around here."
Cas couldn't believe that this kid, a greaser, had just talked to him the way he did. No one had the guts to do that, not even the rich kids, or maybe especially the rich kids. He looked at the kid and smiled. "Obviously, you are not from around here, or you would not have spoken to me like that. However, I find that refreshing. My name is Castiel Novak, may I inquire as to yours?"
The kid looked at him, eyes wide, "No-Novak?"
"Ah, so you do know who I am."
The boy nodded. "Sorry. My name's Dean. Dean Winchester. I just moved back here over the weekend."
"Moved back here?"
The boy- Dean- nodded again. "Yeah I was born here and lived here till I was almost five. Then there was an accident, killing my mom. After that, my dad moved us around a lot. He died last summer, so I moved me and my brother out here to live with our uncle."
"I am sorry to hear about your parents."
Dean shrugged, "I was a kid when my mom died and my dad's no huge loss."
Cas looked at the boy who had gone through so much and wondered how he could still face the world like he did, with no fear and ready to take on any challenge. "Since it is your first day in the high school, I bet you need a guide to show you around."
Dean smiled, not the half smirk Cas had seen earlier, but a real smile. "That sounds awesome. Thanks, Cas."
Cas raised an eyebrow at the nickname. Dean noticed and looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, Castiel is just a mouthful."
"It is alright. Most everyone calls me that anyway. My brother, Gabriel, being the exception."
Dean smiled again, shyer this time, "Thanks, Cas, for showing me around."
"Really, it is no problem. Now, what is your first class?"
