"Hi."

Dean nearly jumped out of his skin and whirled around. Castiel was standing way to close behind him, and how the hell had that kid learned to move so quietly anyway. "Don't sneak up on a guy like that." Again he noted the lack of distance between them. "And dude. Personal space."'

Castiel frowned and took a step back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me. Just surprised me 's all." Dean retorted quickly. Castiel gave a half smile and shrug. He seemed content to just leave it at that and stand there creepily without saying anything further. "What did you want?"

Castiel stared at him with those giant blue eyes of his and tilted his head to the side. "I just wanted to say hi."

Dean frowned. "Well, you said it."

"I did."

"Anything else?"

Castiel shook his head.

"Then scram." Dean snapped. At this Castiel looked down at his hands and fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"I suppose…" Castiel trailed off frowning. He looked back up with those really crazy blue eyes. "I suppose I was wondering if we could hang out."

Dean looked at the kid, at the comic he was reading, and back at the kid. "Can't. I'm busy."

Castiel frowned and shifted on his feet. "Alright. I'm sorry to bother you."

Now Dean felt guilty. He hated feeling guilty. "You can sit here… I guess. And read along, if you want. But you can't talk or nothing."

Castiel sat down next to Dean. Dean scooted his chair a little to the side because Castiel sat too close. Someone was going to need to teach the kid about personal space if he didn't want to get beat up at school. Unless he wasn't going to school. Bobby had mentioned something about the kid being a freak.

"'m not a freak." Castiel mumbled.

Dean frowned. "What?"

"I'm not a freak." Castiel repeated louder this time.

Dean thought back, he was fairly certain he hadn't said anything out loud. "No one said that." Castiel glared at him and a thought suddenly hit Dean. "Wait… were you reading my thoughts?" Now Dean was the one angry. He stood up and squared off in front of the smaller kid. "You can't do that."

"I can. I didn't want to though." Castiel snapped back, standing up and pulling himself up to his full unimpressive height. "You're projecting across the bond really loudly."

"Bond? What bond?" Dean demanded.

"Our bond." Castiel frowned, loosing some of his anger and looking confused again. "The bond between us."

Dean's eyes widened. "There is no bond between us. We never met before this morning. There ain't nothing there."

"You can't feel it?" Castiel asked, there didn't seem to be any sort of anger there any more, just wonder and a sort of sadness that confused Dean in such a way that he just got more mad.

"I can't feel something that doesn't exist."

Castiel shook his head rubbing at his temples. "That isn't right. I've felt it my whole life. I've always known you, we were always bound together. We're going to be friends."

"No." Dean started backing up. "No way. You're crazy."

"Dean-" Castiel reached out to him.

Dean moved back further and faster. "I would never want to be friends with a freak like you." Dean felt a pang in his heart at the words and somehow knew instantly that the pain he felt wasn't his own. "Stop doing that!"

"I'm sorry." Castiel stammered. "I-"

"Just keep away from me." Dean snapped and ran away from the room.