Rock You Like a Hurricane

by feelskilldthefangirl

What would it be like to know your idol? To go to the very same school as your idol. Dean Winchester knows his idol, but to Castiel Novak, Dean Winchester is just another speck in his every growing crowd of fans. However, this doesn't stop the nerdy Dean Winchester from going to see this small time band 'The Fallen Angel's' live in concert so he can feel just a little closer to his

2. Can't Help Falling In Love

The next thing Dean registered was his alarm clock screaming at him and telling him to get up. Beside him Sam squirmed sleepily groaning in protest to the clocks insistent noise. Eventually Dean cracked his eyes open to the morning light and brought his hand down to slap at the top of his clock.

"Fucking clock." Dean complained as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and peered at the time on the clock beside him.

"Shit!" he hissed suddenly as he saw the green numbers on the clocks flash one as they changed to read 7:45am.

They had fifteen minutes.

"God damn it. Sam up and at 'em, we gotta go!" Dean exclaimed as he rolled over and hurriedly he shook his brother fully awake.

Sam was instantly awake the next minute and scrambling out of bed. His brother had always been kind of a light sleeper. Sam was now wide awake, taking note of the time as he began to rush, realizing that they would probably get marked absent or tardy if the two of them didn't kick it into high gear like now.

'So much for that's shower I wanted to take...' Dean thought glumly to himself as he scrambled around in his closet.

Without much thought to his outfit Dean quickly grabbed a gray shirt off the hanger and pulled on the ripped jeans from the concert. They were the closest pant to him at the moment and at this moment he didn't have time to look for any other pants. These would have to work for today.

Almost simultaneously both boys rushed into the bathroom now dressed hurriedly, book bags slung over their shoulders as they quickly brushed their teeth and fixed their messy morning hair. (Sam's hair generally took a lot longer than Dean's did. All he had to do was comb his fingers through his hair and bingo he was done. Sam made the whole thing a long ass process)

Dean winked at Sam lightly as he finished up in the bathroom before turning and rushing back into his room to retrieve his phone from the night stand and grab keys to the Impala before darting into the kitchen to get them both breakfast.

Before he could even make it into the kitchen he was met by a loud low snoring sound from the sofa. Dean instantly skidded to a halt as his eyes fell upon the shadowy form of his father still sleeping deeply on the sofa. In all honesty Dean had forgotten he was there, normally John wasn't there in the mornings when they left for school, or ever really. (Which was actually a good thing) He usually only showed up after school hours and would hang around long enough for Dean to get him some beer and make him some dinner then John would be off again to go drown himself further into his self-pity and drown himself with alcohol.

Quietly slipping past John, Dean somehow made it into the kitchen and was able to grab both him and Sam a muffin before hurriedly hushing Sam, gesturing to their sleeping father as he came tearing down the hallway moments later.

Dean let out a relived breath of air as Sam understood his gestures and slowed his pace and stayed quiet as he rushed to put his shoes on.

Before Dean knew what was happening next, they were both out of the house, in the car and on the road, heading off to school.

"Well this is just an awesome way to start off a Friday..." Dean grumbled as he gripped the wheel tiredly. Last night had really hit him hard. He could still feel the sleepiness in his bones and the effects of exposure to the smoke that had been in the air around him.

"Stay positive." Sam goaded him with his own sleepy smile.

Dean was about to give Sam some smartass remark, but he stopped when something positive actually did pop into his head. Images and memories from the previous night came flooding back to him, making him smile broadly.

"What?" Sam asked him curiously, a small smirk seemed to be playing on Sam's lips as he apparently noticed Dean's sudden mood shift.

Dean was still grinning ear to ear as he turned to Sam and breathed, "I'm gonna be in a band Sammy."

Sam's face broke into a smile too. The feeling was infectious and Dean could tell his brother was proud of him. "That's gonna be great Dean! You're gonna kick ass in a rock band!" Sam exclaimed as he took a bite of the muffin Dean had just handed over to him.

Dean was still smiling as he began to hum softly to himself, eat his own muffin and thinking happy thoughts as they got closer and closer to the school.

As Dean continued to hum and started to drum out beats with his fingers on the wheel Sam turned to him and asked, "Hey, weren't you gonna meet Cas in like the band room or something this morning?"

Dean's humming immediately cut short and he felt his eyes widen to the size of a dinner platter. His heart skipped a beat as he bit his lip and arched his eyebrows in concern.

In sort of a daze Dean heard himself whisper, "Son of a bitch."

As Dean tried to focus on the road as he felt Sam's eyes watching him closely. Due to his mixture of tiredness and elation from the night before and the rush that him and Sam had been in that morning Dean had completely forgotten that he had said he was going to meet Cas before class started.

"Sam- dude... What if... What if..." Dean broke off and threw a worried look in Sam's direction. Dean was almost too scared to voice his question out loud. In a whisper he finally asked, "What If he decides that he doesn't want me in the band anymore."

Sam rolled his eyes and looked at him with a sort of amused little smirk on his face.

"Dean," Sam started, "You worry too much. Cas won't kick you out. He is a really chill guy okay? He doesn't ask just anyone to be in his band. You know as well as I do that Cas is very devoted to the fallen angels. He wouldn't have asked you to join if he didn't think you would help move them forward and help keep them together."

"But-" Dean tried to speak but Sam interrupted him as the Impala purred into the school parking lot.

"No Dean, just listen. All you have to do is explain to him that you slept in too late, okay?"

Dean pursed his lips but stayed quiet as he quickly pulled baby into a park space. 'Fuck I hope Sam is right about Cas...'

Once Dean had shut off the Impala's engine cut off both him and Sam hurriedly rushed out of the car and sped walked towards the main doors. Once they walked inside they called out their quick goodbyes as they walked off in different directions.

Dean watched with a small smile as Sam ran off with a moose like gallop, following the crowd of moving people as they headed towards their classes.

As long as Sam got to class okay, Dean was happy. He could deal with anything punishment that would come his way if he was late as long as Sam was alright.

Dean's heart leapt and broke his daze as he suddenly heard the sprint bell ring loudly. If he could help it, he wasn't planning on being late either. He had three minutes to get all the way across the school to his class. Maybe he could make it if he sped walked his way through the crowd. He needed to move quickly as a mouse, or maybe it was a squirrel he couldn't remember. The bottom line was that he needed to get to class ASAP.

He dodged around people, weaving in and out of the crowds with expert skills as he rushed down to 'B Hall' for his Gov/Econ class.

People blurred past him and color flashed before his eyes as he ran, avoiding all the administrators along the way. Out of breath and tired, Dean somehow managed to get to class without crashing into anyone or finding one of his bullies looking to mess his day up even more.

When Dean finally stopped running, he stood outside the classroom door for just a minute to catch his breath. 'Jesus Christ.' He thought to himself. 'I can't do something like this again. I'm am not in good enough shape to do shit like this.' Dean could literally count on one hand just how many times he had been late for school. This wasn't something that happened to him very often.

"Hey rock geek." Came a voice from behind Dean.

He turned curiously, trying to place why the voice was so familiar. Dean nearly had a heart attack when he saw a pair of brilliant blue eyes walking his way. There was no way he could mistake those eyes for anyone else's. They were absolutely stunning.

'Oh my God it's Cas' Dean thought to himself as he tried to act natural and straighten his hair. Hopefully he wasn't making too much of a fool of himself.

"Uh, Cas, hey, you- I uh... look about this morning... I'm sorry." Dean stammered as he flushed red and looked down at the floor. "S-sorry about not being in the band room this morning... I- I slept into too late and-"

"Hey, whoa there Batman don't sweat it. It's fine; we can just hang later on okay?" Cas said with a smile as he tried to take a comforting step forward. "After all, I do have your number don't I?"

Dean's whole body seemed to be hyperaware of that single step closer that Cas had just made. It seemed anything but comforting to Dean. As the air shifted around him Dean suddenly caught a whiff of the sweet smelling axe that Cas always wore. He nearly passed out from the sheer bliss of it all.

'Oh God look at how close he is to me. I could seriously just reach out and touch him!' Dean thought, trying not to panic too badly. To make up for his awkwardness Dean slowly asked, "D-did you just call me Batman?"

Cas smirked at Dean, 'Shit, that smile could kill', "I might have." Cas commented, winking at Dean with those brilliant blue eyes.

'He is seriously trying to kill me isn't he?' Dean said as he tried to catch his breath. He wasn't even running this time and he felt like he couldn't breathe. 'Compose yourself Winchester!' Dean scolded himself as he tried not to moan in desire. 'Cas won't want me in the band if he knows that I like him...'

When Dean didn't say anything else Cas said, "Hey, you know, why don't you just sit with us at lunch?" Dean's mind was lost in those perfect plush, pale lips, listening to Castiel's gruff voice as he asked, "You have first lunch right?"

Dean reached up and nervously ran his fingers through his hair again. He needed to think of an answer that wasn't just a garbled string of unintelligible sounds. 'Come on, answer! He asked you a fucking question Dean.' He screamed at himself. "Y-yeah, first. I-I have first lunch, that would be great. I-I mean I would like to sit at your table, if that's… if you're okay with it…"

"Well I invited you didn't I?" Cas asked with a smirk.

Dean felt his face flush red. He should have known that. Cas wouldn't have asked if he didn't want Dean there. 'Maybe he just wants you to come so he can make fun of you and make you look fucking dumb.' Dean thought to himself.

However, he quickly tried to shake off the thought as Cas began to excitedly say, "I can even show you the band room at lunch!"

"O-okay…" Dean hummed trying to absorb everything Cas was telling him. "T-that would be g-great!"

Cas smiled happily as he suddenly nodded towards the classroom behind Dean and say, "You better get into class. The bell's probably about to ring."

"Right... Yeah... Class..." Dean gestured to his classroom awkwardly and stumbled backwards.

"See ya nerd." Cas said as he waved and stepped back and turned to probably to go off to his own class.

Dean tried to watch Cas go, but he tripped over his own feet, weighed down by his own backpack as he lost sight of the boy just as the final bell rang.

Today was going to be a very long day, Dean could already tell.

He rushed into the class hoping that the teacher wasn't going to send him to the office for not being inthe classroom before the bell rang. Many of his teachers often did that to people. If you were even one second late it was like the fucking apocalypse had started. His school was serious about time regulations.

Fortunately for him, his teachers back was facing towards Dean so he was able to casually slip into his seat without her noticing.

As Dean quickly pulled his books out of his back, he quickly began to feel the stares of people standing around him.

This was a feeling that he was pretty used to by now. The other kids would glare at him constantly as he answered questions right or if a particular teacher favored him, or even if they just decided that they didn't like him because he was a nerd or they had heard something about him from others. It was a never ending cycle of hate that Dean couldn't seem to get away from.

However, today felt different. These stares weren't the cold, hard looks he had been getting since the start of middle school. What he couldn't figure out was why they were staring at him like that. Had he grown a second head or something?

Dean looked up tentatively as he tried his hardest not to notice the eyes of girls and guys all around the room. He didn't like all the attention. This was a harder type of tension to avoid. People were actually trying to make eye contact with him instead of their usual blank glares.

As the teacher started her lesson a small folded piece of paper landed on Dean's desk. Dean looked sideways wondering who could have passed him that note. No one passed him anything. Especially not little folded up notes. As Dean looked for the sender of the note he was suddenly met with a pair of dark chocolate eyes and a face that was surrounded by the dark brown hair of none other than Lisa Braeden.

She nodded towards the note, smiling just a hair as she motioned for him to open it up and read it. He looked down in confusion, wondering what in the hell Lisa could want with him.

Everyone knew she was the school whore. She hooked up with anyone who was anyone, as long as they made her look good, which is why she had never spared him more than a second glance. Dean was a nobody and he knew it. He never had been anyone. All people saw him as was a weirdo nerd that everyone just liked to beat up all the time. Why should Lisa look at him anyways? He was nothing special, just a plain boring guy, with a plain boring life. There was nothing relatively interesting about him and all the fandom nonsense stuff that he liked.

No one at this school liked that kind of stuff. Dean was literally the definition of a lone fish in a giant sea of familiar faces.

Even if Lisa had been interested in him a long time ago it wasn't like he would go out with Lisa if she asked him out. Last time Dean checked he didn't really swung that way (Cas was proof of that), but it was still the point that no one really paid much attention to him even if there was a possibility of there being a chance between them.

Sometimes being all by himself got lonely but he had never really become accustomed to hanging out with many people. Sam had no idea the true extent of his solitude. His brother thought he had at least a few friends when in reality that wasn't the case at all.

Since he had never really hung out with too many people he didn't really feel that he needed people to make him happy. All he really needed was Sam, Netflix, music, and maybe Cas… That would be cool too.

Dean slowly lifted the note on his desk and watched the teacher carefully as he opened up the note. Making sure that the teacher was deeply involved in her lesson Dean quickly opened the note and read the scrawled message written on the inside.

'Hey, what up hot stuff. Looking good today. Love the new look. Maybe we could hang after school or something, if you know what I mean. ;)'

Dean just stared at the note in confusion. Why the hell would she try to hang with him now after all this time? 'What did I do different today?'

He suddenly looked down at himself, trying to figure out what was different about him. With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach Dean realized that he was wearing his AC-DC band tee and the same ripped jeans from the night before. His usual nerd gear was gone, the only thing that still indicated he was a nerd was the glasses, and his oversized brain of course. That was why everyone was staring at him. He never looked like this and now people were taking notice.

'Fuck. Can I go back to being the nobody?'

He was so enwrapped in what he was wearing and how he looked that Dean didn't notice that the teacher, Abaddon, with her flaming red hair and too red lipstick had stepped up beside him and was now glaring down at him with a look of irritation on her face.

"Now what might that be Mr. Winchester?" She asked in that overbearing, queen of the world attitude she always seemed to possess.

"I-its-" Dean glanced over at Lisa who was now glaring at him with a look of distaste. That look clearly said, 'Tell her who gave you that and you're dead.'"It's nothing..." Dean mumbled as he tried to crumple the note up and look down at his desk.

He knew that if he said anything Lisa would kick his ass and he would just take it for some unknown reason like he always did. Then, she would tell her boyfriend Michael about it and twist the story to make it seem like Dean was the one who gave her the note flirted with her. Dean knew that Michael would believe her, and then Dean would be even more black and blue than before.

Either way he was fucked… Everyone knew that Lisa always cheated on Michael on what seemed like practically a daily basis. Hell it happened so much that even Michael knew about it, but apparently she gave really amazing blow jobs, which is why Michael stuck with her in their strange really fucked up relationship. (Not to mention that she was actually pretty hot… well to a straight guy anyways).

Abaddon, furiously ripped the note from his finger tips and hissed, "Don't you dare try to fucking lie to me Winchester."

She quickly unrumpled the note and looked down at it reading it with distain as a sneer spread across her face.

"And who was this for?" She asked and her eyes glinted with mischief.

"No one..." Dean hummed softly as he looked down at his desk.

Dean was sure that Abaddon was the only teacher who hated him more than Crowley did. Dean hated her back. Dean wasn't really sure how or why she had even gotten a teaching license anyways. She did an utterly shitty job all the way around.

"Stand up and read it then." She hissed as she smacked the note back down onto the table in front of him.

Dean absently wondered what the odds of a meteor coming down and hitting him right now was. 'I'm probably just better off stuffing the note in my mouth and eating it.'He thought to himself. 'On second thought shewould probably just make me spit it back out and piece it back together to read it.'

Dean stubbornly sat in place, hoping that maybe she really wasn't going to make him stand up and read it.

He figured that she hated him because he knew Gov/Econ way better than she did. Hell Dean could probably teach the class perfectly without even trying.

Dean groaned internally and cursed himself as seconds later Abaddon practically forced the paper into his face at the same moment as she yanked Dean from his seat and forcing him into a standing position.

"It either is this or a weeks' worth of ISS Winchester." Abaddon hissed.

'ISS would almost be better than this.' Dean thought scornfully to himself. 'At least I wouldn't have to look at her ugly ass face for the rest of the week.'

Dean wished that he had the guts to say that to her. He wished that he could be more verbal like Cas and stand up for himself, but Dean knew with a sinking feeling in his chest that he would always be the push over nerdy door mat for every to walk all over. If he didn't take it, then it would all spill over onto Sam. Dean had learned that one the hard way and he was determined to never let Sam take a fall for him again.

He sighed in defeat, his face flushing a deep red color as he looked down at the note in his face and pulled it away, forcefully from Abaddon.

Taking a small step away from her, Dean read aloud in strained, halting words what Lisa had written him on the note she had passed him. 'I want to kill her. I want to fucking kill her.' Dean hissed in his mind, shocked by the sudden anger that he was feeling towards her. 'Since when do I get angry?' He asked himself.

When Dean had finished, he just stood there red faced and ready to melt into the floor. He couldn't believe he had just been forced to read something like that out loud. That hadn't even been his note! He wasn't the kind of person to say any of that at all! Fuck, he would never use a word like hot stuff or come to my house if you know what I mean. He had never even had a girlfriend before, much less a girlfriend. The words and actions sex and kissing were as foreign to him as getting an 'F' on a test was to Sam.

All around him, the class was laughing their asses off. They were now all making even more fun of him than before. Everyone was pointing and making kiss noises or sexual moans and groans at him. Dean wished that they would all just shut up and leave him alone. They all knew he hadn't been the one to write the note, he was just the easiest one to pick on is what it all came down to. He was the universal school punching bag.

Dean's face reddened as he heard one girl whisper not very quietly, "I can't believe he thought he could even act cool. He's a fucking nerd. Doesn't Winchester know that nerds can't be cool?"

The laughter erupted again and Dean's eyes dropped to the floor as he continued to stand stiffly next to Abaddon while she looked down at him with a smug look of satisfaction on her face. She seemed to get a high out of making him feel like an idiot. He was convinced that she only did this to him because he knew more about Gov/Econ than she did. Dean could literally do her job way better than his teacher could.

However, as of now, none of that was on Dean's mind. All he could think about was how he wanted nothing more than to run out of the room and hide himself away in the bathrooms for the rest of the day, but that would only make him look even worse. He wasn't going add pussy, baby, and wimp to his ever growing list of nicknames. Dean already had enough. He just needed to stand here until Abaddon finally gave him the okay to sit down again. Until that time he would stand here and silently send hateful daggers in her direction.

After what seemed like years Abaddon finally said, "I hope that teaches you not to pass notes again Mr. Winchester. Now, sit down and start working before I decide that your face irritates me even more and makes me just send you straight down to ISS anyways."

Dean quickly sat back down in his seat, listening to the whispers all around him. Slowly he reached up and pushed his glasses back up his nose as they slid down his face before picking up his pencil and copying down the notes from the board.

As Abaddon's heals clacked across the linoleum and back to her desk, Dean tried to ignore the soft 'psstt' sounds coming from the right of him. He didn't have to look to know that it was Lisa calling to him again. 'Maybe if I don't move she won't see me.' Dean thought dryly to himself. 'After all, she is just as stupid as a t-rex. So maybe, it will be like Jurassic Park.'

Unfortunately, his Jurassic Park theory failed, because only a few minutes later he felt little balls of paper hitting in the side of the head. Lisa had resorted to tearing up her notebook paper and tossing it at him to try and get his attention.

Dean refrained himself from rolling his eyes as he took in a deep, steady breath of air. Today was totally not the day to be fucking with him and his patience was quickly running thin. This lack of sleep thing wasn't really a good thing for him. Normally he didn't get like this; he would just typically ignore everything and everyone that fucked with him. That didn't necessarily make anyone leave him alone or anything, it just made school a little less of the living hell that it always was.

Finally, after about ten little bits of paper had been thrown at him, Dean looked up slowly and glared at Lisa, whose look of concentration had turned into a sickly sweet smile. Dean was about ready to slap her at that was really saying something seeing that he had never slapped anyone before.

Dean watched as Lisa winked at him and blew him a little kiss. Dean just knew that she was mocking him now. Her moment of trying to hook up with him had passed. He wouldn't have been surprised if getting him in trouble was her plan all along.

He sighed and shook his head looking away from her and wanting to just melt into the floor. 'Why do they always pick on me?' Dean asked himself.

Even as he thought the words a small voice in his head whispered to him and reminded him that nerds weren't cool and that he deserved this. He deserved to be treated like this because he wasn't cool or popular or anything like Castiel. He could have done way better with his life, but no, he had to be a fucking nerdy fandom geek with a brain too advanced to be normal, but not smart enough to be considered a genius. There was a point in time where he thought he had been accepted by the other brainiacs in the school, but when they learned about his unhealthy obsession with fandoms even they had pushed him aside with words like 'dork' and 'loser'. His life was just a curse wrapped up in a nightmare.

'Why can't I be more like Cas? Or even Sam? How can my brother even look up to me? I'm a fucking failure. Why would Cas even want me to be in his damn band? Doesn't he know I'm the school loser?' Dean thought to himself as he once again went back to ignoring Lisa and resumed his note taking. 'Hell, Cas probably thought I was someone else, find out just how uncool I am and kick me out of the band after two fucking minutes of me being there. Then I'll go back to being lame ass, nerdy, no talent Dean Winchester.' Dean's felt horrible. He just wanted to go home already. His amazing night last night had been masked by the doom and gloom cloudy that was forced over his head at school.

As these thought continued to bounce around Dean's head he was surprised to find that the rest of his class passed by in a semi peaceful state (Other than the continued paper pelting he was receiving from Lisa, and the people around him continuing to whisper, stare and laugh at him as bits of paper occasionally stuck in his hair). There fortunately enough were no more big blowouts in class so Dean called it a fairly successful day.

Dean let out a sigh of relief when he finally heard the bell ringing, indicating that he could finally leave and go on to second block. He liked his second block better than first block; his teacher was at least kinda nice to him in that class. Also, it meant that he was one class closer to going home for the day. 'Don't forget, tomorrow is Saturday, so you can at least have a little peace. One class down, only five more to go.' He reminded himself as he stood up quickly.

He hurriedly slung his backpack over his shoulder and tried to rush out of the room before Lisa caught up with him and tried talking to him. 'I just need to get lost in the sea of people in the hallways.'

"Hey Dean." She called from behind him just as he walked out the door. "Wait up!"

'Fuck.' He swore to himself. 'So much for that plan.' He thought, hoping that maybe if he acted like he couldn't hear her and just walked faster she would get the hint.

Apparently she didn't get it because the next thing he knew she called out, "Dean!" as she clamped her hand down hard on his shoulder, making him pause and miss half a step. He stumbled slightly and bit back the urge to flip her off as he regained his balance.

'Did she fucking hurtle over those desks Olympic medalist style? How the hell did she get to me so fast?' He asked himself with a slight grimace.

"Didn't you hear me calling you?" She asked him with a disgusting look of bemusement on her face.

"I-uh… no, I didn't hear you calling me…" Dean mumbled off his lie, trying to shake off her hand and keep walking down the crowded hallway.

"Oh." She said in an irritated voice, "Well I was calling to you."

"Huh…" Dean hummed absently pursing his lips slightly as Lisa suddenly hooked her arm through his and continued to walk.

"Well, anyways, I like the new look. You don't look quite as fucking dumb as normal. It's defiantly an improvement from your stupid plaid shirt, but I'm just saying that you're gonna have to change some more if you want to get with someone like me." She chirped joyfully.

Dean rolled his eyes and glared at her, 'What that supposed to be a complement? Did I ask you for your input? I would rather be struck down by God himself than have to date you or someone like you' He thought to himself quietly as he walked. Dean didn't dare voice his opinion out loud for fear of an ass whopping later on.

Apparently her comment was supposed to be a complement of some sort, because she looked up at him like she wanted him to thank her for what she said.

When Dean said nothing she made a huffing noise from her nose and her face soured, but that quickly changed as her hand suddenly trailed down the back of Dean's leg just a little and gripped his ass. Her hand squeezed his ass slightly making Dean want to flinch away in disgust, for Christ's sake they were in the middle of the fucking hallways, but it was clear that Lisa didn't care at all. She looked up him and tried to bat her makeup drenched eyelashes at she asked, "So you doing anything fun tonight? I could actually help you from looking so stupid, and maybe… well…. We can see where it goes from there. So you busy?"

"Yeah he is actually!" Someone said on Dean's other side, making him jump violently in surprise. Dean had no idea who had just come to his rescue but God was he thankful for that person (even if they had just scared the shit out of him). Lisa's hand immediately moved off his leg and just resumed it position of hooking through Dean's arm instead.

As Dean looked towards the person who was walking beside him now, Dean nearly had a heart attack.

It was Cas in all his wonderful angelic glory.

As he tried to get over the shock of the situation Cas spoke up and said, "Damn Winchester, you look like you've seen a ghost."

Dean's heart raced even faster as Cas winked at him and brushed up against him slightly in order to pass through the cramped, busy hallways.

Dean was sure that his heart was going to literally fail from how fast his pulse was racing. Both the unexpected fright he had just received and from the fact that Castiel was standing close enough to touch in the overcrowded hallways was enough to make anyone keel over dead.

"Oh yeah?" Lisa snapped, half annoyed at Castiel's interruption.

"Yeah." Cas hummed back in response, flashing Lisa a lazy award winning smile.

'Nope, I am so not jealous. Not jealous at all.' Dean thought to himself, 'I get why he likes Lisa. She's hot… And I'm TOTALLY not jealous at all...'

As Cas smiled at Lisa, she immediately turned her attention to him and turned up the flirt meter. She was so much better at flirting than he was. 'Who is she to flirt with my crush? That's my job!' He thought to himself.

Dean hated that she had a sort of grace and charm about her, in her own sick way, while he was nothing more than an awkward gay virgin who had less romantic experience than a damn tree. He wished he could be a sex God so Castiel would like him. Hell he just needed Cas to like him in general. That would be the first step.

Dean had to bite down his anger as he watched Lisa bat her ridiculous eyes at him and use her free hand to twirl at her long dark hair. "If Dean's doing something tonight then, I guess I'll ask you then, I mean, I can show you a real good time in the bedroom if you like."

He closed her eyes ever so slightly, apparently trying to be seductive, but to Dean it looked like she had been hit with pepper spray and wanted to be kicked in the face. Dean would gladly kick her teeth in for her, but you know, Michael's wrath was intimidating. Lucifer would probably come help his brother Michael. How dare she try to get with my man! 'God I hate her so fucking much.' Dean thought to himself.

As they continued to walk Dean realized just how much she hated Lisa. The more words that fell from her lips the faster Dean's face started flushing deep shades of red. Why did she seriously have to impose herself on them? She was seriously just mocking Dean now and completely ignoring him because Cas came around. (He didn't care that she was ignoring him, he would rather not talk to her, but she was trying to hit up Cas and that wasn't okay). There was just something seriously fucked up about that.

"So, you know, if you're up for it, I sure know how to make a guy feel good. My tongue will take you to heaven and I will totally rock your-"

Cas interrupted Lisa and said, "Yeah, thanks but no thanks. I'm not interested okay? How about instead of becoming even more of a cheating slut than you already are, you just go blow your actual boyfriend. I've heard he's got more than one cock; his prick and his attitude. They say that his dickish personality just overcompensates for what he is lacking down below. Me and Dean both have plans tonight, so just leave."

Dean's jaw was kind of hanging open in shock. He didn't know whether to laugh (which he was very tempted to do) or run away to avoid being punched by Lisa. Cas had just flat out disrespected Lisa and Michael behind her boyfriend's back. No one and I mean no one disrespected Lisa and Michael. Well, no one whose face didn't get a serious beat down afterwards.

Lisa looked like she had fire coming out of her ears. Dean almost thought she was going to try and kick Castiel's ass. However, she surprised him, Lisa looked at Dean, well… glared at him would be a better word for it. There was clear hate in her face that was meant for both him and Cas. He knew that he should have run away and acted like he hadn't ever been there. Now he was screwed. He could just tell by the look on her face that he would be the one to feel Lisa's anger at Cas. No one dared to touch Cas because of his brother Gabriel, but him? He was just a pawn that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Dean was going to get his ass beat despite everything he had done to get rid of her and keep her happy.

'Fuck…' Dean swore silently to himself, trying not to let the pain and fear show through. 'I can't show any signs of weakness. That will only make it worse later on.'

With a sideways glace at Cas, Dean saw the cold hard determined look on his face. A pang in chest made him realize that he was more than willing to take a beating for Cas. As long as the love of his life (and Sammy of course) didn't get hurt, than Dean didn't really care what happened to him. He would literally jump in front of a bullet for the both of them.

Finally, Lisa stormed away from them, flipped them both off and pushed her way violently down the hall.

The two of them were quiet for a minute, standing completely still in the busty hallway before Cas looked over at Dean and finally said, "Well fuck, I thought she'd never leave."

Dean pulled himself from his daze and looked over at Cas with a smile. He wasn't really sure what to say so he just laughed as they turned onto another hall. 'Maybe he really doesn't like Lisa then. What was I so worried about?'

It was then, as Dean stared into Castiel's brilliant blue eyes that he realized that Cas was just a little bit shorter than him. It wasn't much, maybe an inch in a half difference, but it still came as a shock to Dean. He wasn't even sure why he was noticing something so irrelevant at the moment.

'Fuck, Dean! Hey get your head out of the clouds!' He scolded himself when he realized that he was staring deep into those endless blue eyes.

Suddenly coming back down to reality Dean looked over at Cas asked, "So uh, what is it that we're supposedly doing tonight?"

Castiel's face lit up, quickly brushing away the weird silence as he said, "Ah, you picked up on that did ya?"

Dean nodded slowly but said nothing, waiting for Cas to continue. He was genuinely curious about why Cas had even come to his aid in the first place.

"Well, I was hoping that you could maybe after school you would come with me and hang with the rest of the band tonight. We've got rehearsals tonight and me and the other guys wanted to see if you would tag along." Cas explained. "We could even teach you somethings, ya know since you're gonna join us and all!"

Dean knew his face was probably a mixture of confusion and shock as he tried to take in what Castiel had just told him. 'Did I just get invited to a fallen angel's band rehearsal? I think I just fucking did. Oh my God…'

"I-uh… yeah… I mean sure, if you guys want me to come." Dean said as he tried to grasp desperately for words that were failing him like normal. He didn't possess the fine arts of socialization or human interaction which always proved to be a problem.

"Of course we want you to come! I mean you are a part of our band now right?" Cas said flashing his white teeth at Dean.

He felt his face darken again and heat up, he couldn't help but hear how wrong Castiel's first words were, (Who says nerds can't have dirty minds) but Dean tried to act normalish and kinda just nod slowly as he said, "Yeah, I guess I am gonna be in the band."

"Exactly! Great so we'll meet up after school in let's say… in the lunch room?"" Cas threw his arm around Dean's shoulder for a minute and they continued to walk down the hall.

Dean swore his heart stopped for a minute as he felt Castiel's warm body pressing into his side.

"Y-Yeah… sounds g-great…" He hummed excitedly as his thoughts jumbled up. He couldn't believe that Castiel had just invited him to hang out tonight and the fact that his arm was still hung loosely across his shoulders. How had his life become so perfect in such a short amount of time? Yes, there were still the bad parts, but right now none of that mattered, because Castiel Fucking Novak has his arm around my shoulders!"

After a minute, Cas was forced to remove his arm because the hallways were getting more and more crowded as people pressed through to find their friends and get to their classes. Dean tried not to let his disappointment show as they walked. 'Stupid fucking hallways…'

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Dean so he looked up at Cas and said, "Hey, uh… I'll have to drop my little brother off at home first."

"Not a problem." Cas said with a smile.

Dean was relieved that Cas hadn't changed his mind. It made him feel just a little bit better.

The two of them walked happily side by side in the hallways. After a minute of this wonderful silence Cas looked back over at Dean and smiled again as he asked "So, what class do you have next Winchester?"

Dean smiled up at Cas as they made small talk. He almost lost himself in those eyes once again but he forced himself to look away as he half ran into someone and tried to collect his thoughts at the same time. Castiel's eyes could make anyone forget even their own name faster than the neuralyzers in the Men in Black movies.

"I-uh… I have English 4 with Naomi." Dean finally said when his thoughts reorganized.

"Oh… damn, she doesn't really like me much." Cas said with a snort.

Dean cocked his head to the side and cautiously asked, "Why?" It wasn't often that she didn't like one of her students. Most of them listened to her pretty well.

Cas chuckled lightly and said, "She tried to control me. She didn't seem to like how rebellious I was and apparently I should 'follow the rules before I get myself in trouble' and I need 'to learn how to write essays, not stories and songs'."

Dean looked up in time to see Cas use air quotes to emphasize his point as he rolled his eyes.

He smirked softly at the boy and laughed as he said, "I guess I should have known. Naomi likes things going by the books. She doesn't really like rule breakers."

"What are you trying to say Winchester?" Cas asked with arched eyebrows.

Dean's face immediately flushed red. 'Oh my God did I just offend him? Is he the only one allowed to say that he's a rebel?' "I- just…uh… sorry-"

Dean's face continued to shift into deeper shades of red with each passing second as he tried and failed to think of something to apologize to Cas. He was so awkward. 'Why can't I have good social skills? Jesus Fucking Christ Dean. Pull it together man!'

"Woah, hey, calm down!" Cas said with a curious smirk on his face. "Hey, look at me."

With a lot of hesitation Dean slowly looked up into Castiel's face without meeting the boy's eyes.

"No, I mean, really look at me." Cas goaded him as his smirk seemed to get wider.

It took all his willpower to look up into those electric blue eyes and not just run away down the hallways to escape his moment of embarrassment.

When their eyes finally met, Cas said, "I was just joking Dean. I didn't mean to upset you or make you uncomfortable."

Dean pursed his lips, now he felt even dumber. 'I can't even fucking tell when Cas is joking with me… great.'

"Oh, I uh…. I totally knew that…" Dean mumbled as he once again pulled his eyes away from Castiel's.

They both walk in silence before Dean looked back over at Cas and suddenly asked, "What class did you just come from?" Last time he checked, he had never remembered seeing Cas down this hallway during this particular block before. Dean was kind of curious as to why he was here.

"Spanish 3 down on 'C' hall." Cas said casually as they got close to Dean's class room.

Dean nearly stopped dead in his tracks, making a girl behind him practically smash into him because she was too busy texting her boyfriend. As soon as she saw who he was she gave him a nasty look, whispered, "Get the fuck pit of the way loser." So no one could hear her and stormed off past them.

Dean pursed his lips slightly in annoyance as Dean looked after her. Cas seemed utterly oblivious to what had just went down. Dean figured it would be better that way.

"S-so….uh… 'C' hall… that's nowhere near where my class is… H-how did you get over here so fast?" Dean asked once he recovered from his small collision and continued walking again.

"I cut the last five or so minutes. By the time the bell rang I just happened to end up near your hallway, and then I saw who was with you so I figured you needed an out." Cas explained as they stopped outside of his classroom.

Dean smiled to himself lightly, Cas had chosen to come and talk to him. He had wanted to help him get rid of Lisa so that right there made Dean happier than he had been all day so far. He couldn't help but ask him, "So, where are you going now then?" to keep the conversation alive between them. (Of course he wasn't trying to stalk Cas through all of his classes. He was just chatting… right?) "I'm going upstairs to Phycology with Jody Mills."

Dean's face become confused again as he looked at Cas. He had taken one of Jody's classes last semester. She was a really great teacher, but if Dean was thinking correctly, her classroom was literally on the opposite end of the school. "Isn't her classroom… Wait… why are you walking me to my classes if it takes you longer to get to your classes? You'll probably be late if you stick with me!"

Cas smirked at Dean with a sly smile but said nothing. Then he winked at Dean and walked away leaving him watching after him more confused than ever.

Dean had no idea what just happened. Cas was by far one of the most confusing people he had ever met. Dean was still standing in the same exact place, watching Cas leave with a dumbfounded look on his face. Just before Cas turned the corner at the end of the now almost empty hallway he turned around and said, "Maybe I just enjoy your company and like talking with you Winchester. You ever think about that?"

Dean stood flabbergasted outside the door to his classroom. He didn't really know what to say, not that he had too, Cas was already gone, but he had no idea how to react now.

How could anyone like talking to him? Hell he had hadn't even said anything even relatively interesting to Cas. In somewhat of a daze Dean scampered into class and sat down at his desk.

All around him people were bustling around him nosily, talking and laughing casually with their friends while Dean sat there alone. Dean was completely silent partly from the dazed feeling that Cas had left him with and partly because he never really talked unless he had too. He had learned a while ago that he didn't really like anyone in this class enough to talk to them. Even if someone tried talking to him now he probably wouldn't even pay much attention to them, why should he? They were basically all douchebags anyways.

"Hey! Dean!" Exclaimed an excited female voice as an extensive mop of soft red hair suddenly flashed in front of his face.

He jumped and hurriedly blinked trying to focus on the person who had practically leapt onto his desk.

"C-Charlie?" Dean said hesitantly as the redhead beamed down at him with a bubbly look spread across her angular face.

"Did ya miss me?" She asked with a wink, her smile growing wider at the fact that he still remembered her name.

Dean smiled back at her and said, "I didn't know you had this class."

"Yep! I've been in here since the beginning of the semester." She joked lightly as he sat up on his desk. "I just generally wear my invisibility cloak so you can't see me."

"Huh…" Dean hummed with a small laugh, appreciating the Harry Potter reference. "I've never noticed you before, but that's not saying much, I don't really talk to anyone in this class."

Charlie sighed dramatically and said, "Well… I guess I can forgive you this once, but you better not let it happen again!"

As they laughed together a girl who Dean was pretty sure went by the name Bella Talbot walked past them and gave them a disgusted look.

"What's your problem?" Charlie demanded in a bored voice as she met Bella's eyes.

Dean immediately looked down at his desk, not wanting to engage himself with any more trouble than he was probably going to get from Michael later on. He was pretty sure that Bella was a part of Michael and Lisa's little clique of friends.

"I was just wondering how a gay nerd and a lesbian nerd seem to become friends." Bella cooed with venom in her voice. "Doesn't that kinda defeat the point of being gay and all?"

Dean's face immediately flushed red. He had been called gay more than a few times in his life since he never visibly had a romantic interest, but he had never flat out told anyone that he was gay. That would only make things worse for him.

"I'm not gay…" Dean grumbled under his breath, trying to prevent that from an even more popular nickname. If he didn't try to stop now it that's exactly what it would become.

"Yeah, say's the senior who's never been with a girl before." Bella said as he looked down at Dean with distain and rolled her eyes.

"Listen bitch, just because he isn't a whore like you doesn't make him gay." Charlie said, stepping up in Dean's defense.

Dean couldn't help but wince just a little bit. He would be feeling that later on from Michael's fists too.

"Oh really now?" Bella snapped. "Say's the lesbian who hits on almost all the girls at the school. Haven't you gotten the point that they aren't interested? You're the only lesbian in this whole fucking school!"

Dean hated being in the middle of this drama. He just wanted to sink into the floor and never come back. 'I just want to go home already.'

Charlie snorted, seemingly oblivious to Dean's discomfort as she said, "How would you know that? Have you been experimenting?"

Bella gasped and said, "How dare you suggest such a thing? Are you- is this a lesbian form of flirting or something?"

Charlie really laughed now. Her hair fell around her face as she was reduced to a giggling mess still sitting on Dean's desk. All Dean could do was sit there and put his arm out behind her to make sure she wouldn't fall off the desk completely as she tried to stop laughing.

"Oh darling, I can buy a five dollar meal at Mc Donald that's better than what you've got going on down there. I wouldn't eat you out even if you had been medically sterilized, much less try to flirt with you. I don't order my girls with a side of slut."

Bella's face flushed tomato red, unable to think of a comeback as Dean now burst into laughter. He couldn't help himself; Charlie defiantly knew how to hold her own!

"Whatever." She snapped as she stalked off to her own desk now.

"You like that?" Charlie asked, wiping tears from her eyes as she looked down at Dean.

Dean nodded, wiping away his own tears and saying, "You've defiantly got spunk Charlie. Don't lose that."

"Well thank you." She chirped as she bowed slightly and added, "It comes naturally."

It was at this point that his teacher, Naomi finally walked into the room with a stack of papers in her hands and called for everyone to get settled down.

Charlie bode him a quick goodbye before jumping off his desk and walking back over to her own desk.

Dean was sad to see her go, because he genuinely liked talking with her, but Naomi wasn't about to let them switch seats anytime soon.

While the teacher passed out paper and handed back graded assignments Dean moved off into a daydream again. Sometimes he wondered how the hell he was the star student in some of his classes because of how much he always zoned so much. Thank God he was a quick learner and usually knew what his teachers were talking about already.

Dean just kept replaying each moment with Castiel, both yesterday and today. He started from the concert, when Castiel had made eye contact with him on stage moving all the way up to just before this class. It was more than enough to put a smile into his face.

However, Dean's smile vanished pretty quickly when he felt something hit him in the back of the head. It felt like a spitball. Dean hated spitballs. They were so disgusting and annoying, which made it hard to focus.

He tried to think of Cas again as Naomi came around and passed out worksheets for them all to work on. Dean mindlessly took what she handed him and began powering through the worksheet before she even explained what they were supposed to do, but Dean already knew.

He just needed something to keep his mind busy for a little while and work always seemed to do the trick. The time always flew when he was working.

A little while later, a buzzing in his pants pocket got his attention. He carefully looked around, wondering why the hell Sam would be texting him in the middle of class. He was going to kill that kid; Sam needed to focus on his lessons, not texting.

Dean carefully pulled out his phone and placed it where the teacher didn't know what he was doing. It wasn't like she would suspect him anyways, Dean never pulled out his phone in class. Until yesterday his contact list hadn't really consisted of anyone he wanted to text 24/7, much less someone who would actually want to text him back.

His heart sped up when he saw the name Castiel flash across his screen. He couldn't believe that Cas had sent him a text in the middle of class.

'What if he had gotten me in trouble?' Dean thought to himself. It was with a wave of shock that Dean realized that he didn't really care if Cas got him in trouble.

Dean once again looked up to make sure that no one was watching him before looking back down at his phone and opening the message.

It said: 'Hey there young Jedi Winchester, Master Obi Wan Kenobi is using the force to text you and ask if it is possible for you to get out of class and come say hi to me in the band room?'

Dean's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. What was Cas saying, class had started 45 minutes ago, there was still 15 minutes left. 'Did he just use geek language to ask me to ditch class?' He asked himself. Cas was beginning to become even more of a mystery to him. 'Does this mean that he's into nerdy stuff too? Cas is becoming more and more perfect every second!'

Looking with only his eyes this time as not to draw attention to himself, Dean looked around the room again trying to make sure that no one was noticing him texting.

No one had noticed.

He scoffed to himself, 'That's right, why would they be paying attention to you? No one likes you Dean.'

Charlie was the only one who Dean might have worried about catching him, but her chair was at least two rows ahead of his and a few rows over. Besides, she seemed pretty chill, Dean didn't figure that she would rat him out anyways.

Going back to his phone Dean quickly typed back, 'Is Master Obi Wan Kenobi asking me to ditch class?'

He smirked slightly as he set his phone on his knee and sat back in his chair while Naomi told the class that their lesson was over for the day and that everyone could do whatever they wanted for the next fifteen minutes if they were all quiet.

The class immediately burst into low whispers as everyone packed up their bags and moved to sit closer to their friends.

As Dean packed up his own back, the phone on his knee suddenly buzzed against his leg making him jump and nearly drop it onto the floor. That would have been one hell of a way to blow his cover.

With slightly shaking fingers Dean carefully opened the text message from Cas.

His heart leapt as he read the single word that Cas had sent back to him. 'Duh'

He could almost hear the amusement in Castiel's voice just from this text alone. Dean could see the raised eyebrows and the tiny smile that played around his lips now. The thought of that made Dean smirk ever so slightly.

Apparently Dean didn't respond quickly enough because Cas sent him another message right that read, 'Come on Winchester. Don't let me down here. I know Naomi gives you fifteen minutes off free time at the end of class.'

He twiddled his thumbs carefully over the keyboard trying to think of something he could say back to Cas. There was no way that Naomi would let him out early. How would he even say that? 'Oh yeah teacher I know there's fifteen minutes left but I need to ditch class and go to the band room to hand out with my new bandmates, would that be okay?' He could totally see that conversation going just great. It would be a sure fire way to land his ass in ISS. Naomi was another one of those strict douchey teachers he had. Besides, he had never ditched class before! The teacher would probably know exactly what he was up to.

Dean was so absorbed in thinking of something to say to Cas that he didn't even realize when Charlie came over to him again. She must have crept up behind him while he was thinking because her long hair made him jump as it tickled the back of his neck while she whispered, "Ohhhh texting in class are we Dean?"

Dean's face flushed a deep shade of red as he quickly clicked off the phone screen and turned hurriedly around to face Charlie.

His face must have reflected a good deal of fear and shock because she just rolled her eyes and laughed as she said, "Relax Dean, I won't tell the weeping angel over there." Charlie nodded in the general direction of Naomi's desk.

Dean smirked and relaxed just a little bit laughing slightly at the Doctor Who reference.

"So I'm guessing you're a Whovian then?" She asked with an appreciative smile on her face. She clearly realized that he understood that reference. In the back of his head Dean wondered if Cas would understand that reference too.

"Yes I am, trust me I'm the Doctor." Dean said with a small wink as he carefully let free a little part of his nerd side.

Dean was defiantly a little cautious about showing his dweeb side to anyone. That wasn't a part of him that he let many people see, every time he had shown it to anyone he would get strange looks from people or they would only listen partly to his little rants. It was kind of hard being the only fan boy in a world full of cold darkness and painful season finales. He had no one to discuss his fandoms with! Well… no one who cared anyways and Sam could only understand so much fandom information at a time, so it all just build up inside of him and he had to keep the excitement and sad loneliness to himself. (Okay yes, he did get lonely every now and then when he realized that there was no one to share in his excitement with.) Maybe that's why he had created his Tumblr account so long ago. It gave him a way to connect and talk with others without feeling so alone, it wasn't perfect, but it was defiantly something.

The smile on Charlie's face told Dean that it was worth it to show her that side of him. He instantly knew that she was exactly the kind of friend he had been looking for. She was the nerdy best friend he had been searching for throughout high school and he had finally found her.

"So, Doctor, who were you texting just then?" She asked with a sly rising of her eyebrow.

He considered telling her that it was no one, and pushing it off to the side, but Dean had a feeling that she would end up making him tell her one way or another.

With a small bite of his lip Dean's face flushed red as he said, "I- I was texting Cas."

Charlie's eyes widened in shock and delight as she nearly squealed, "You've got his number? How?"

Dean shrugged, "I ended up talking to him after the show last night and he gave me his number."

"Oh my God!" She clapped her hands to her face and Dean knew a full scale fan girl attack would be coming along very soon if he didn't calm her down. He could simply see the signs. Things like these often happened to Dean, especially if he saw a particularly cute (or smutty) fan art of his many OTP's while out in public or something. It never failed to make him gush and turn dark red when he would realize that there were actually people around him.

"Calm down Charlie." Dean cautioned her as he glanced towards the teacher as he reached out to comfort her. He didn't exactly want her to draw attention to themselves. Attention could kinda be a bad thing, especially now.

Before Dean could place a hand on her arm to calm her she clutched his hand and squeaked, "I totally ship it!" Then in a lower voice she added, "Please tell me you were kidding when you said you weren't gay?"

Dean's face darkened again and he found himself unable to meet Charlie's eyes again.

"I knew it!" She yelped in a silent celebration. "My gaydar has yet to fail me! So… now back to the topic of Destiel then."

"Desti-what?" Dean asked as he risked a look back up into Charlie's exuberant face.

"Destiel! It's the newest ship between this little adorable nerdy boy and the lead singer of the hottest punk rock band in Lawrence Kansas."

Dean hurriedly clasped his hands over his face in embarrassment. He was sure that if his face got any warmer he would turn into the surface of the sun.

"So, Sherlock, what did dear old John Watson say to you? Are there plans for a date?" Charlie pressed when Dean stayed utterly quiet, lost in his embarrassment.

Throughout this conversation with Charlie he had completely forgotten about Castiel's request and the fact that he hadn't yet replied to it.

Hurriedly he checked his phone and saw that only four minutes had passed, there was still time left in class, and there was even still time to go and meet Cas if he wanted to.

"Uh- he… he wanted me to ditch the last couple minutes of class to meet him in the band room." Dean said in a hushed whisper as he looked all around himself.

Part of him was still shock that he had so willing opened up to Charlie already. Maybe it was just that fact that she seemed like a likeable and easily trustable person. Dean felt like she was the kind of girl who would take secrets to the grave if she was asked to, take a bullet for someone in the face of death, and kill anyone who tried to mess with the ones she cared about. Dean just knew he could trust her. She seemed to be kinda like Sam, like family already.

Dean swore that the noise emitted from Charlie's mouth wasn't human. Dean couldn't help but wince just a little bit when Charlie's noise earned her a very stern sounding hushing noise from Naomi, who was now looking up at the two of them sitting side by side.

"Do you realize what that sounds like Dean?" She chirped happily, her voice considerably lower now.

He shook his head slowly watching her eager face.

"That sounds like the start to every cute, hot fanfiction ever. Boy gets phone number, boy gets invited somewhere alone by other boy. A lot of cute fluffy stuff and kissing happens, then finally sex in the supply closet."

Dean's mouth was hanging slightly agape as he listen to Charlie go on and on about this situation.

When she finished she just looked at Dean and asked, "What? Too far? It's the truth though."

"I-uh… Charlie, I'm going to meet the band there… Not have… uh- Cas apparently he wants me to join their band.

"Holy Lord of the Rings! Dean that's even fucking better! But just keep in mind the sex will come eventually. Anyways, what did you tell him?"

"I didn't say anything to him."

"You left him hanging?" She squeaked, tugging the phone free from Dean's hand and clicking on the screen.

Dean silently cursed himself for not having a lock on it as he tried to reach for it. He had never needed one; no one ever took his phone. Charlie smirked gleefully as she held the phone well out of his reach and typed back a reply.

"Charlie, give that back!" Dean gasped desperately, hoping that they weren't drawing too much attention to themselves.

They weren't. No one was even looking in their direction, not even the teacher, thank God. That would have been even more embarrassing for him.

"There you go." Charlie finally said as he tossed his phone back at him lightly.

Quickly, he turned on the screen and looked at the message she had just sent Cas.

He groaned silently to himself and glared up at Charlie. She had written back, 'I'll be there in two minutes.'

"Why would you do that?" He moaned. "I don't even know how the hell I'm gonna get out of class!"

"Ask her if you can go to the library and read for the last few minutes. That always works. She'll even write you a pass and everything, but she never fills out the pass all the way so you can just write that you're going to the band room or where ever the hell you wanna go."

As Charlie talked his phone vibrated again and he looked down to see that Cas had sent him back, 'Great! See ya there.'

"See that proves my theory!" She said him beaming, "That means he's interested."

"No it doesn't!" Dean retorted looking down at his phone in dismay. "Charlie seriously I don't think he's even-"

"Oh he totally digs you I promise."

"How do you-"

Charlie interrupted Dean once again and just said one simple word. "Gaydar."

Dean rolled his eyes and shoved his phone into his back pocket and stood up to sling his backpack over his shoulder.

"You're a douche." Dean grumbled as he turned to glare half seriously at Charlie and her flaming red hair.

"It's never wrong Dean." She said with a wiggle of her eyebrows

"What if I get in caught?" Dean asked her as he bit his lip again.

She shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Courage isn't just a matter of not being frightened, you know. It's being afraid and doing what you have to do anyways."

"Did you just- was that a quote from the third doctor?" Dean asked her slowly.

"Damn, you're good." She said, clearly impressed with his vast knowledge of even the original Doctor Who episodes. Then she jumped back into reality and added, "Now go get'em tiger." As she gave him a small slap on the ass.

Dean jumped a little in surprise but recovered quickly and rolled his eye before turning and walking up to Naomi's desk hesitantly. He felt like she would just be able to sniff out his lie and get him in trouble. Like, maybe she could smell fear and would attack at a moment's notice like a rabid animal.

"Yes? Can I help you Mr. Winchester." Naomi asked, her dark suit contrasting her pale face and deep red hair well, but still making her look more and more like a drill Sargent. That stern overbearing look on her face also didn't help to calm his nerves.

'Just relax Winchester.' Dean told himself. 'Imagine that you're Shawn Spencer. You can talk you way into or out of anywhere. Just play it cool.'

"Uh- yes, Ma'am, may I go to the library for the remaining class time? The room had gotten a little bit too loud for me to focus."

Naomi looked around at the children gathered around the room laughing a joking freely; it was true that the room had gotten quite loud. Hopefully Naomi would let him leave instead of simply hushing everyone and sending them all back to their seats. He needed to go see Cas! He had already told him he would be there... Well Charlie had sent the message but still…

Dean had to fight hard to resist look over at Charlie, who he was pretty sure was still sitting in the same place. He was sure that if he tried to glance at Charlie he would either A- lose his nerve or B- Naomi would figure out what he was up too. His best bet was to just keep his eyes forward and focus on the teachers face and breathing normally.

'Please, please, please.' He silently begged.

To his utter relief Naomi simply shrugged after a minute and said, "I guess so, I don't see why that wouldn't be okay." She looked up at him briefly with her intrusive silvery eyes before bending down and finally pulling out her pink passes. She wrote quickly, writing him out of class with her long scrolling spidery handwriting that clearly reflected her personality.

The entire time she was writing Dean held his breath hoping that she wouldn't suddenly have a change of heart and make him go sit down again.

"Thank you so much Ma'am!" Dean said excitedly as she tore off the pink pass and handed it up to him. He had to fight hard to contain his excitement and joy. He could believe that he had actually gotten away with at least one difficult parts of this crazy plan. Well, so far he had gotten away with it. All he had to do now was to not get caught.

"Anytime Dean." Naomi said with a soft smile on her face. It wasn't like a real smile, Dean noted, but it was defiantly more of a smile than anyone else could ever get out of her. He guessed that he had to count that as some sort of victory.

Dean turned and tried to walk calmly to the door, as Charlie caught his eye. She winked at him with a sly smile on her face while she made a small heart with her hands as he left.

Just as Dean was about to open the door and walk out Naomi called after him, making him stop in his tracks. His breath caught in his throat, and his hand felt like an ice cube as he gripped the door knob tightly. He turned slowly with fear in his heart as he turned to look back at the strict face of his teacher.

The only think he could think of in this moment was, 'Fuck. I've been caught. What the hell gave it away? Was it Charlie winking at him? How the hell will I ever get out of this one?'

However, all Naomi said to him was, "Have a good weekend Mr. Winchester. See you Monday."

Dean nodded back at her and told her to do the same as he finally threw open the door and walked out into the hallways. He was free of the class room this time. Thank God.

He noted how strange it was to be in these halls without hordes of people clambering down them, talking, laughing, and kissing their boyfriends and girlfriends. It was strangely peaceful in a way that Dean really appreciated. He hated these halls more than anything else. He forcefully pushed aside the memories of being been beaten to hell more than once down these hallways and just appreciated the silence that he was surrounded by.

'I wish the halls were always this damn quiet…' He thought to himself as he ran a hand through his messy hair and tucked his pink pass into his pocket.

Dean quietly hummed the words to his favorite Fallen Angel's song as he stealthily sped walked down each hallway. The hardest part of this mission now was to get all the way to the band room, which wasn't too far from his classroom, without running into anyone or getting questioned by a teacher.

By some miracle Dean got into the band room without a hitch. The fates must have seriously been on his side today, which was pretty rare for him. What made it even better was that he was the only one in here, Cas hadn't gotten here yet. Dean smiled and the continued silence, looking around the room and taking in everything he saw. He didn't come in here much since academics always had priority over music or any 'fun school subjects' but he had visited this room on occasion. It had just never been empty when he visited. There were usually at least half a dozen or so people in the band room at any given time.

'I figured Cas would already be here…' Dean thought to himself worriedly as his typical nerves began to set in 'What if this was a set up or something to embarrass me further or get me in trouble… Is Cas that kind of person?'

"Oh God…" He hummed aloud, speaking out loud in an attempt to help keep himself from a full blown panic attack. "Don't freak out. Think happy thoughts. Uhh… Johnlock, Cecilos, NinexRose, Desti-" Dean broke off, remembering the ship that Charlie had told him about earlier. His heart race double-time as he walked slowly over to the microphone stands on the mini, makeshift stage in the large band room. Destiel was much different than those other ships. He was sure that this ship would probably never sail like a few of the others had already, but this one, unlike the rest was a real ship between two very real people. This couldn't be happening to him. It was crazy. Cas was straight!

Dean now stood shyly behind one of the microphones, all alone in this giant room. Tentatively he reached down and touched the mic in front of him. It wasn't like it was on or anything, but the mic still fascinated him. He had always secretly wondered what it would be like to perform on stage and be a big shot, adored by millions. Now there was a very good possibly that he would be singing on a real life stage soon. He imagined himself belting words into his own microphone, his own words, and maybe even his own songs one day standing happily right beside Castiel on a wide stage with hundreds of fans screaming his name.

Pulling the mic ever so slightly closer to himself Dean cleared his through and began talking softly to himself, waiting to see if Cas would actually show up. He was just trying to kill time.

"Hello listeners, this is Dean Winchester, Cecil is currently out right now, fighting off hordes of giant oversized termites that seem to keep erupting from his house as it hovers in midair. Maybe if Carlos and his perfect, perfect hair were here, he could use his scientist knowledge to save his boyfriend from eminent death and destruction. I wonder when Cecil will be back. Maybe Carlos will even be with him next time we see them, but who knows how long that might be. It could take him a week, a month, or even a year. We might never know unless Cecil one day comes back to the studio." Dean smirked to himself, was this how it felt to be a big name actor, rock star, or just even popular? 'Probably not… this is just you being a fucking weird ass lame-o' He thought to himself.

"So listeners, I leave you with this" Came a deep voice from the band room door.

Dean's head shot up, his eyes wide and scared, knowing he had been caught, but not yet knowing by whom.

Dean froze and his eyes locked into place as he saw someone leaning lazily against the door frame, a smirk on his perfect lips and lighting up his beautiful face. Castiel's dark hair soft hair could easily put Carlos' to shame while his ripped jean jacket showed off his tanned muscular arms, and his brilliant blue eyes met Dean's shy green ones.

Those damn eyes seemed to pierce into his very soul and look at his very essence as he continued to speak in his deep, gruff low sexy voice, "Speak with a slow tongue because many find that their words are their downfall, while those who are silent find power in silence. Only those who think before they speak will regret the least of their decisions in life. And remember the thing under you bed already knows what you did, so silent or not, don't try to hide, it's already too late. The thing is already coming for you."

Cas paused, tilting his head slightly to the side, his soft pale lips parted ever so slightly before humming, "Good night Nightvale, good night…"

Dean knew that his mouth was hanging slightly agape, looking at Castiel in shock as he leaned up again the wall, his piercings glinting in the poor lighting of the unused band room.

"Y-you know what Nightvale is?" Dean finally managed to stutter after what seemed like an extended silence that filled the entire room.

Cas pushed off of the wall and strode towards Dean, his arms swinging slightly as he grinned lazily and walked towards him. Dean's eyes couldn't help but follow the little swaying motion that he seemed to be making as he walked. It seemed to be lulling him into a hypnotic trance that he couldn't break free from.

"Yeah of course I do, I ain't that fandom retarded." Cas scoffed.

Dean smirked back slowly climbing down off the little stage he was standing on and sat down on the side.

Cas quickly grabbed one of the schools uncomfortable red chairs over to him. Dean arched his eyebrows in amusement as Cas spun the chair around and sat on it backwards, straddling the seat and relaxing his arms along the top back of it.

"I… I just didn't expect that. It's not that often I find someone who's heard of Nightvale, much less listened listens to them."

"Well, its defiantly not Star Trek, but they are still pretty great. It should have more popularity than it does." Cas said with a smirk.

Dean hummed his agreement and shifted shyly on the stage, Cas was watching his every move with the eyes of a hawk. Dean tried to ignore the constant staring, but it was proving to be rather difficult and his face was quickly growing redder and redder with each passing second.

His mind seemed to be flying a million miles an hour as those shining eyes followed his every movement. Dean was sure that he was forever frozen into a stone because of those glorious blue eyes. Somehow Dean just couldn't look away from Cas as much as his embarrassment told him to. It was like Cas was a Weeping Angel and he needed to keep his eyes on the boy in order to live. It was like the possibility of looking away would result in his eminent death.

'Fuck, he's hot, funny, in a band, and likes Star Trek and Nightvale? Holy shit can he be any more perfect than he already is? Cas can't be real. I must be already dead and up in heaven with an angel at my feet… or maybe this is hell since the perfect guy is standing right in front of me but is just so far out of my league.' Dean was quickly losing himself in his thoughts as he marveled over Castiel's obvious perfection.

"Well uh- hey, thanks for not blowing me off Dean." Cas said with a confident smile. Dean shivered slightly as he listened to Cas murmur his name like a melody. "I'm glad you came here. I hate waiting here all by myself and well, you make for some pretty good company."

Dean tilted his head slightly to the side; awestruck that Cas already liked him so much. He hadn't really done anything to make Cas like him. If anything, his weird nerdy awkwardness should have scared a tough punk rock bad boy like Cas away. Somehow it just seemed to draw the boy in more. (Not that Dean was complaining or anything.)

It was then that he really noticed that him and Cas were the only two in the band room. They were all alone and no one else was around. Despite Dean very school oriented upbringing, the nerdy/geeky side of him loved his fandoms, and with most fandoms, came fanfiction. In this moment he was trying his hardest not to think of every fanfic ever in his mind that could relate to this silent moment between them. There were so many things that could happen in this very short span of time. 'Fuck!' He swore to himself, 'You can't do this here, save the fanfiction for home when you're alone. Damn you for making my mind go here!' He couldn't afford to get distracted now, not with Cas somehow feeling even closer that before, the sweet smell of honey flowing off his skin and seeming to mix with a sharp tang on smoke. If he wasn't careful, Dean knew he would accidentally pop a very unwelcomed boner in his pants.

He would have a hard time explaining that one, 'Oh yeah this? Yeah this happens to me sometimes when I think of you. Especially when I think about you slowly undressing me and making out with me over there on the band room's grand piano.' It would be better to just stop now while he was at least sort of ahead.

"Wh-where are Gabriel and Balthazar?" Dean asked nervously, shaking away his thought and wondering just how long the two of them would get to be alone for. He felt almost strange and uncomfortable being completely alone with Cas.

This feeling wasn't brought on by feeling awkward because of Cas. This feeling was actually (mostly) brought on by Dean's own uncertainty about what he would say or do to Cas. Dean was utterly shocked by this feeling; he had never been this way around anyone else he had ever had a crush on in the past. (Not that any of those boys had ever talked to him anyways) With his past crushed it had all just been wishful thinking, but now…. Now maybe he had some sort of chance with Cas slim as that possibility may be.

'Don't forget he's straight Dean!' He scolded himself mentally. 'You will never be anything more than friends and you're just going to have to live with that.'

As Dean talked himself down he watched Cas glanced at his watch and said, "They're coming here now, it just sometimes takes them a little longer to get out of class and all."

"Do you guys meet here often?" Dean asked, looking around the band room slowly trying to avoid eye contact with Castiel.

"Generally, yeah." Cas hummed as he too looked around the room, a slight smile perched upon those perfect lips of his.

'God, I wonder what it's like to kiss those beautiful lips.' Dean swooned to himself.

Only when Castiel looked back at him with those brilliant blue eyes did Dean realize he had been staring again. Quickly he dropped his gaze to the floor and felt his cheeks heating up. 'Oh God please don't let him notice this!'

If Cas did notice his embarrassment, he didn't voice it much to Dean's relief.

"We normally come in here after second block every Monday, Wednesday and Friday before our classes end." Cas began explaining to him.

"And the teachers just let you guys leave early?" Dean asked in shock. Most of the teachers at this school were very strict about staying until the bell.

To make things more confusing most teachers at the school hated Cas, Gabriel and Balthazar because they were all so rebellious and disruptive in class. Well, to be honest Castiel was actually the most respectful out of the three of them. The other two, Gabriel and Balthazar, were much more disruptive. Gabriel never stopped pulling pranks, and there were usually a dozen new and strange pranks pulled on teacher and students every week. Balthazar was sneaky and sarcastic, taking things from people and hiding them in other places, sassing the teachers and basically doing whatever he felt like doing at the given time. Cas didn't generally disrupt while a teacher was talking, but there was no stopping the sassy Cassy when he got his mind set on something. His comebacks could kick ass, and not to mention that he never did his homework yet somehow still managed to get really good grades.

The three boys were defiantly an odd pair but it made them who they were. Dean only wished that he had the same chill relaxed personality as they did. He was sure that he was just going to end up as the awkward goody two shoes kid who would never fit in a rock band setting.

Cas was smirking again as Dean looked back up into his face. "I just think they're glad to get rid of us all sooner."

Dean rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah probably, then they might actually get to teach through a whole lesson without interruption.

Cas winked at him, which made Dean's heart pound wildly in his chest hard enough to where he worried that his heart was might actually leap out of his chest entirely. "I'm just happy they let us out. I get so bored in class."

"What do you guys even do when you come in here?" Dean asked looking around at the mostly empty room. There wasn't really much to do in there anyways.

"Usually we'll just sit around eat, practice some of our songs and write new materials and such." Cas said airily as he stood slowly out of the red chair and kicked it aside.

Dean's eyes carefully followed Cas as he seemed to be walking towards him.

Cas was so close to him now, leaning in and bending down just a little bit. Dean's cheeks turned pink and his breathing speeding up ever so slightly. Cas was nearly level with his face now. He was so close, if Dean just tilted his head up and over just a little bit they would be nose to noise. The distinct smell of axe wafted into Dean's face, making him just a little bit lightheaded. He wanted to breathe in that smell for the rest of his life.

Dean sighed softly in defeat as Cas ended up sitting down beside him instead of doing something amazing like kissing him. 'Then again, this isn't fanfiction… this is real life Dean… Remember that.' Dean thought glumly to himself as Cas lay his back on the stage.

"So, you've really never played guitar?" Cas asked turned his head too look at Dean.

Dean tried to look back at Cas, knowing full well that his cheeks were still just a little flushed from his wild bunny rabbit thought trails.

He shook his head slowly, deciding that it would be less awkward if he too laid back on the stage. "Never." Dean said softly. "I've always kind of wanted to though."

Castiel's white teeth flashed stunningly well against Castiel's lightly tanned and tattooed skin as he replied, "Well, after tonight's rehearsal I'll make sure you can at least hold a guitar without dropping it."

Dean smirked and rolled his eyes. "Don't be a smart ass Cas."

"Watch me." Cas challenged.

Dean had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning. 'How can someone be this physically attractive, nerdy, and funny at the same fucking time?' Dean asked himself. 'I swear to God I'm dreaming right now. None of this is even real.'

"So, Winchester, what's with your car if you don't mind me asking? I mean, it really doesn't fit your general personality or clothing style."

Dean struggled to look down at his shirt, because he had completely forgotten what shirt he had even been wearing.

Cas shook his head and batted at Dean's arm to get his attention back on him. "No, I don't mean that outfit. What you're wearing now is seriously sick dude. I just mean in general, I've seen the button ups and nice pants and such."

Dean shrugged and said, "It was my dad's but he gave it to me a couple years ago. At this point he drinks so much that baby would be wrapped up pretzel style around a tree before he even left the house."

"Yikes, that sounds like a bad hand of cards for you."

"S'not too bad. I mean I get to drive a sweet classic down the highway, windows down, music blaring." Dean explained as he began to lose himself once again. He let his fantasies to shift from being filled with Castiel's perfect face to the thought of himself sitting in the car with Sam, driving to God knows where to just get out a little on the weekends.

"That part of it sounds awesome!" Cas said with a soft longing smile on his face. "I mean, me and Gabe drive an older car too, but I bet she runs nothing like that Impala of yours."

"She's a great machine. Very reliable." Dean told Cas as he thought of all the car parts flowing and moving in sync with one another. "Maybe I could give you a spin in her one day."

Castiel's face lit up in excitement. Dean could instantly tell that Cas liked this idea a lot so he added, "Maybe like tonight or something? I mean, if we're still hanging out or whatever. You would just need you to give me directions or something to follow."

If it was even possible, Castiel' smile seemed even bigger now. "I would like that. That would be fantastic."

Dean didn't miss how Castiel's voice had shot up and a thick accent was applied as he said the word 'fantastic'.

Dean smirked to himself and asked, "What are you the 9th doctor?"

Cas shrugged and let a smug little grin tug at the corners of his cheeks as he thickened the accent and said, "If that's who you want me to be my dear Rose Tyler."

Dean's cheeks flushed red once again and he was pretty sure that he was probably now the color of roses. 'Fuck. Why does he make it so hard for me to resist kissing him?' He thought to himself.

Cas chuckled at the look on Dean's face and said, "I'm only kidding Dean, but yeah! Of course we're stilling hanging out tonight! I wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to ride in that Impala!"

Dean nodded slowly smile widely as he said, "Alright then sounds like a plan then."

Cas opened his mouth again to say something more but he stopped when they both heard the sound off feet walking down the halls and voices getting louder.

Dean bit his lips nervously, he really hoped that it was only Gabriel and Balthazar and not some teachers coming to bust their asses for being in here instead of in their classes. He glanced over at Cas who appeared to be calm and collected. Dean was a little surprised that he didn't even seem worried that it might not be a teacher or something.

As the footsteps got closer and closer Cas stood up and smiled down at him. Dean stayed where he was but let his eyes follow Castiel's as the boy asked, "So are you ready to meet the guys?"