"DEAN, WOULD YOU HURRY UP? WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"
Dean Winchester dashed out of the house and into the Impala, cramming a piece of toast into his mouth and calling out a largely incoherent "Bye Mom, bye Dad!" to his parents. Slamming the driver's side door shut, he turned to grin at his younger brother. "I'm right here, bitch."
Sam scowled, but the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly, giving him away.
"Jerk."
Chuckling amusedly, Dean started the ignition and pulled out of the driveway, Led Zeppelin II blaring from the speakers of the classic car. Sam, as usual, complained about the noise, which only caused Dean to turn it up louder - a reaction he knew his brother had to have predicted. Dean knew that Sam enjoyed the tradition almost as much as he did. The brothers kept up a constant stream of bickering all the way to Lawrence High, right until Dean parked the Impala and they'd climbed out.
"Bye, Dean!" Sam called, hurrying off to join the other freshmen. Dean paused in the act of locking the car, to watch his little brother laughing with his friends. Today was Sam's first day of high school. He was only thirteen, but he was already almost the same height as Dean, and growing taller every day. He was gentle, brave, thoughtful and super-intelligent. There was little doubt in Dean's mind that he'd end up scoring a full ride to college when the time came. Dean smiled proudly, eyes shining, and turned away. He shrugged on his red and black letterman jacket and pulled his schedule from his bag, glancing down to check who he had to deal with for the next year of homeroom. All the while he was utterly oblivious to the stares he was attracting from every passing girl - as well as several guys. With his chiseled jawline, artfully tousled dirty blond hair, vibrant green eyes and shapely mouth... Dean Winchester was close to physically perfect, and completely unaware of the fact.
He hummed to himself, scanning the schedule, until he saw the name 'Mr Adler' printed under block one. "Shit, that stuck up son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath, cursing his luck, tucking away the schedule with a frown. He made his way towards room 102, setting off across the grass without bothering to look at his watch. He made it just in time, rushing into the classroom right as the bell went. Mr Adler was already standing in front of the class, poised to start his speech. He threw an irritated glare at Dean, but allowed the intrusion since he was technically on time. Dean scanned the room for somewhere to sit and spotted Jo waving at him. She'd saved him a seat in the third row, between herself and a dark-haired boy Dean didn't recognize. Smiling and waving off his classmates' enthusiastic greetings, he made his way over and sat down. Mr Adler began to talk, brandishing a stack of papers, and Dean tuned out. He came to when Jo passed him the stack with a nudge. He took them, removing one and giving it a precursory glance, before turning in his seat.
Dean passed the papers to the boy sitting on his left, glancing up absently. Their eyes met. Dean's breath caught.
Notes: Dean and Cas are beginning their Senior year. They're both seventeen at this point.