A/N Hello, lovely readers, thank you for reading this story 3 This is just the beginning so settle down. This is actually my first fic so please don't hate on me 3 Thank you to all of you who have R+R It is much appreciated and I love you all 3

"Cassie I'm driving" Jeesh, in what universe am I related to Gabriel? We are so different; I find it hard to believe that we're related at all.

"Of course you're driving fuckwit, it's your car!" Strictly speaking, I don't like to swear, I find it pretty vulgar and disgusting, but it seems to be the only language that Gabe understands.

"My baby if you don't mind" Wow, I never knew that it was possible to get quite so possessive over a car.

I settled for a white t-shirt with an imprint of a blue tie on it, and black jeans. Our school is pretty strict for a state school, as our policy is casual but smart. I glanced over at the window to see what newbie Winchester was wearing, and I saw that he had on black jeans, a green t-shirt and a green and black plaid shirt on top, hardly smart but I guess that he'll find that out soon enough.

"Castiel, Get down here and get your breakfast"

"Yes Michael" For some reason, I have never felt as comfortable around Michael as I have around my other brothers. I shake of that cold feeling at the back of my neck, and pull on my clothes and run downstairs.

"Cassie, get you're coat (and bag) you've pulled" Balthazar said with a wink.

"WHAT?" Gabriel slurped and snorted his orange juice out of his nose when he heard that. He burst into a wild raucous laughter and flung an arm around my shoulder.

"What he means, Brother dearest" (The mock British accent was back with vengeance)

"Gabe" Balthazar warned,

"Cassie" The original accent was returned, "is that you have precisely 2 minutes to get your ass into my baby, or your working your sorry ass to school."

"Shit!" I yelled as I ran up the stairs to the attic, Gabe was right, 8:45, 15 minutes until school started.

Flinging open the front door as I stepped out into the (frankly quite alarmingly bright) sunlight I saw that Gabriel was already sitting in the front seat of his bright red 1965 Ford Mustang. He also seemed to be smirking and, quite deliberately, sucking a lollipop with loud popping noises, at the new boy next door.

The freakishly tall boy, who strongly resembled a moose (in the best possible way), had turned quite a worryingly dark shade of red and was doing his best to look anywhere other than Gabriel. The boy unfortunately was failing badly, resorting to staring at his feet, and glancing at Gabe through his eyelashes.

I tossed my bag into the backseat and climbed into the passenger seat, where we sat waiting for Balthazar to come out of the house. At that precise moment, A sex god came out of number 42 on our street. There is literally no other way to describe him, even covered up with the flannel shirt; you could see that he was hot.

Damn it I've got to stop staring, The (clearly) elder of the Winchesters, shouted from the front door

"Sammy, have you got your bag? I'm not turning round halfway to come back for your shit!"

"Dean, I'm not four! And it's not Sammy, it's Sam!"

"Sure, whatever you say SAM, you'll always be Sammy to me." With that, Dean (I'm guessing that was his name" slammed the door shut and sauntered towards the, actually, and Gabe shall never know that I said this, BEAUTIFUL car parked in the drive. I don't know what you would call it.

It was old, no doubt about that, but it was also immaculate, I could see through the windows that it had beige–ish, creamy seats and it was a gleaming, jet black.

Dean caught me staring and, cast a stern look at me. Oh no wait, that wasn't at me, that was at Gabe, who unfortunately was still doing his lollipop, mimic of a blowjob, noises. Well, this was awkward.

"Sammy, come on we don't want to be late on the first day of term"

"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" The look on Sam/Sammy's (?) face was priceless.

"Bitch." Dean smirked with a fond smile on his face.

"Jerk." Sam smiled back.

Dean ushered his younger brother towards the beauty of a car, and glared once more at Gabriel, and that's when he saw me.

It was so cliché, our eyes met and it was raw. His eyes, they were so green, and it was like he was looking into my soul. I finally understood the meaning of "eye-fucking" it was like nothing I had ever experienced. The only thing that I can think of is like looking into a fire, where you see the flames flicker, and the logs char and crust away. This was like that; it was like I could feel of his emotions.

"Ahem" Damn, I had forgotten that Gabe was there, he looked at me in amusement, and his eyes flickered back to Dean, and I could see that he was looking at me with his jaw ever so slightly open. I blushed and looked away, I wasn't used to this kind of attention.

When I looked up, I saw that Dean had crossed over to his side of the car and with one final look, had slid into his car and started up the engine.

The slam of the front door took me out of my dream, and the ever so subtle boner that I was sporting certainly died down when I saw Balthazar coming out of the house only to announce "What have I missed?"