A/N: I'm sorry the chapters are so short! They get a little longer soon. I hope you like it, and I welcome any feedback you have.
Dean didn't know where to go. He was always with his teammates. There had never been any reason for him to be mad at them in the past. So now that they were laughing at his brother—for whom Dean was responsible—Dean had nowhere to turn. All the girls in the school were cheap hook-ups, not girlfriends. The only one he would consider talking to would always get angry when he tried to talk to her at school.
So, he decided to try the library. He had heard that it was the place to go when one wanted quiet. A table in the back was empty, so Dean took a chair and sat down. He pulled out his binder and tried to do the chemistry homework that he hadn't gotten around to the night before. He had barely been sitting for two minutes before Crazy Castiel showed up in front of him. Again.
"Dean," he said, causing Dean to jump in surprise. The star point guard sighed. He was frustrated and tired. He didn't want to deal with this.
"What do you want, Castiel?" He was so tired that he didn't care that he was being obviously rude to the other kid. Castiel had brought it on himself by being so god damn persistent in trying to be Dean's friend. How long would it take for him to get the hint that he didn't want to be his friend, or even be seen anywhere near him.
"You look upset. I was wondering why." Dean's eyes widened in anger. Small talk with Crazy Castiel was the last thing that he wanted right now. Why couldn't he just leave him alone?
"Your damn brother is infecting my Sammy. He's doing something. I don't know what it is yet, but I know Sam well enough to know that he doesn't like to hang around guys like your brother."
"And what is my brother like, Dean?" Castiel asked calmly. Dean glared at him. He hated that whole family and wished they would just stay away from his.
"He's a freaking stoner! The way he acts, it's like he's permanently stoned. How do your parents not kill him?" Castiel surveyed Dean carefully.
"My parents would not kill Gabriel for doing drugs. They would reprimand him and punish him severely." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Okay, whatever. Can you just ask your brother to keep his slimy hands of Sam?" Dean rubbed at his eyes tiredly, still glowering at Castiel.
"Yes," Castiel said after a long hesitation. "I will do as you ask and report back to you tomorrow." He walked off, leaving Dean behind to voice his protestations to himself.
As Castiel walked away from his favourite human, he found himself feeling lighter than he had in months. He was well aware of the fact that it was because of his interaction with Dean. This had been the first time since Gabriel's meddling that Dean hadn't lied to him and disappeared to the cafeteria to be with his "friends". Things were slowly but surely getting better. Maybe by the end of the month, Dean would seek him out instead of the other way around. One could only hope.