Castiel was awoken by the ruthless tone of his alarm. He rolled over and switched it off, he wish that his phone had a different alarm he could change to, then at least he wouldn't wake up with a headache each morning.

He looked over to his room mate and saw Chuck passed out with his laptop, the same position Castiel had left him in when he had gone to bed. The only difference now was there was an added bottle of vodka which Castiel gave a quizzical look.

He sat on the edge of his bed, pinching the bridge of his nose eyes squeezed tight. He wasn't going to lie, he was slightly nervous about the up coming day. He looked up again as his room mate stirred.

Castiel got up before Chuck could steal the bathroom, opening the curtains on the way. He showered in a colder temperature than normal to wake himself up properly. As he meandered out of the shower, rubbing his messy hair with a towel he noticed Chuck had actually moved, he didn't know where just that he wasn't in their room any longer. Castiel shrugged and packed for the day into a shoulder bag Gabe had gotten him.

It was about 9:00 when Castiel reached the reception on the school campus, not everyone who went lived on the premises some lived in the town a couple miles down the road.

He stood at the empty desk for a few minutes before he was attended too by a fairly old lady who had a sweet smile and a kind aura. Castiel was given a time table and a map of the school which he disregarded at once. Nothing makes you a more obvious new kid than a map.

His first lesson was English, or literature. Whatever. Castiel followed the swarm of students into what looked like the main building, and was surprised to find Chuck looking uncomfortable by the front door. Curious to why his room mate was even out of bed when Castiel was pretty sure he had a hang over he walked over. Chuck saw him as he approached and met him halfway, seems Chuck had been waiting for him.

"Hi, I thought I'd show you around or whatever. Being the new kid sucks and I made the mistake of taking my map around with me." Castiel understood immediately and felt a surge of pity towards the scruffy brown haired boy. He nodded his approval to the idea and handed his time table over.

Turns out Chuck had a similar day to Castiel, he walked him to English and they exchanged numbers. Which Castiel thought was over dew they were room mates might as well be able to find out whether their dead or a live on extended breaks from their small room.

Castiel said goodbye to Chuck and knocked on the door before pushing it open and letting himself in. He could feel the stares on him as he walked over to the teacher and introduced himself.

You could cut the tension with a knife, though Castiel being himself was not quite aware of this. He wasn't one to be self conscious. The teacher pointed him to a seat at the back to the far right next to a big window and he gladly took it up. He could feel the entire class looking at him but dismissed it, he wasn't going to be weak.

He was sat next to a blonde haired boy, he wasn't wearing his tie, his shirt was unbuttoned showing a grey v-neck top underneath he seemed to be the only guy in the room who didn't give a shit who or what Castiel was and that brought him slight relief. As the teacher settled the class, Castiel retrieved his notebook and a pen. Though instead of listening to his teacher drone on about Shakespeare being marvellous he stared out the window at the class doing P.E on the tennis courts.

His English class was on the second floor so his view was pretty good he watched as someone of the guys just messed around, some sat out and some actually played well. There was one pair in particular which caught his eye, he watched amused as a boy dark haired boy won a match over a blondy brown haired boy. The loser threw a mock tantrum, gaining the attention on the entire class, they turned and laughed. Eventually the winner went and clapped his partner on the back and they chatted.

Castiel smirked to himself. At least he would have a good view in at least on of his classes. Castiel was utterly indifferent to sexual orientation. He enjoyed the shorts and tight tops the guys had to wear, though dreaded the time he would have to join them in it.

Classes rolled on slowly after English. He started to see familiar faces and even shared biology with Chuck quickly becoming his lab partner.

Lunch was quite an experience, lads were unruly and loud. Castiel didn't eat much but he never did, he simply bought an apple and followed Chuck.

Stares followed him around all day, he wasn't sure why this school must get new kids all the time so why the persistent staring? When he met peoples stares they would turn away quickly.

It was very annoying.

The final bell rang and Castiel went to the library to start his homework. He doubted he could concentrate when Chuck was typing away at what Castiel found out was a novel.

He decided to sit at a large wooden table, pulling his bag out and spreading it's contents in front of him wondering where to start.

Time passed too quickly and it was once again dark outside, it was also time for the library to close. An older woman was ushering groups of boys out and Castiel packed up and left without being told. As soon as he reached the outside door he took out his cigarettes and lit up. He hadn't realised how much he needed one.

He took a stroll pass the field again finding a nice bench, heading back to the small dorm room was not his priority. For now Castiel wanted to relax and smoke away a couple of cigs.

Castiel had moved to his second cigarette when his phone buzzed.

Dude where are you?

It's almost lights out!

Chuck.

Castiel pondered on whether he should return or even reply to Chuck. He didn't feel like returning yet, the air was warm and relaxing. Though he didn't want to get Chuck into trouble with seniors or whatever.

I'll be back in 10

Keep the window open

Not bothering to sign his name, he flicked his cigarette butt away and stood taking one last look at the field that was empty tonight. Then strided back to his dorm building.

He didn't enter through the front door, instead he walked around to where his dorm window was on the second floor, lucking they had a drain pipe situated right next to it. Castiel wasn't known for his athletic ability but just because he didn't flaunt his strength in macho fights didn't mean he was weak.

He scaled the drain pipe easily and slid into the window, scaring the crap out of Chuck. Castiel smirked at the shocked look on his room mates face.

"Couldn't come in through the front now could I?"

"Who are you? Spider man?" Chuck had a joint rolled between his lips which he had retrieved after dropping it in shock. Castiel eyed it.

"You going to light that up?" Chuck nodded and grabbed his lighter. They passed the joint between them enjoying the easy silence they sat in.

Castiel might grow to enjoy this school.

Tuesday rolled in. Castiel felt like crap and lit up a cig almost immediately after waking up. He didn't bother showering this morning just brushed his teeth, washed his face and ran a hand through his hair which had grown a bit too long for his liking.

The blue of his eyes seemed more penetrating than usual but he guessed it was because it was finally sunny. After getting into his blazer he prodded Chuck who was still asleep. He only received a grunt, Castiel shrugged and wandered down to grab food from the communal kitchen.

He hadn't actually set foot in this area of the dorms yet and was intrigued to what it had to offer. As he walked into the space he realised he must be late there was only him and another guy who was looking through cupboards his back towards Castiel, he recognised him immediately.

It was the guy who had been playing tennis yesterday. The guy who had a mock tantrum.

Castiel stood wearily in the door way unsure on what to do. He looked around taking in the room, it was fairly large. It had a sofa area with a couple of Tvs. Then a kitchen area with tones of cupboards and a couple of fridges.

This school was seriously upper class.

Someone cleared their throat and Castiel turned back to the blondy brown haired boy who now stood facing him and smirk placed on his lips.

"You're the new kid right?" Castiel nodded, brows furrowed. He may be new but he certainly wasn't a kid.

"I've heard a lot about you, everyone says your seriously good looking. Loads of the gays want to bang you." The boy laughed, Castiel raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry I'm straight, oh and my names Dean. Dean Winchester."

Now this piped Castiels interest, he must be the same dean from the book mark. Castiel unconsciously smirked.

"Something funny newbie?" It wasn't threatening, Dean was smiling but Castiel hadn't realised he'd let his emotions get to his face.

"No, I'm Castiel. Are there any apples here?" Trying to change the subject, he didn't want to let his chance encounter with THE Dean Winchester escape him.

"erh, yeah sure they have everything. But why an apple? You could have a burger you know, it makes you big and strong." Deans face wrinkled in disgust at the thought of eating healthily, then he smiled again. Castiel walked over into the kitchen a few steps from Dean, he looked him in the eyes.

"Where are they then?" Completely ignoring the previous question, who has a freaking burger for breakfast?

Dean simply point at the fridge closet to him, then looked at his watch.

"Oh shit, dude we're going to be late. Grab your apple. Lets go!" Confused Castiel went to the fridge grabbed an apple then felt a tug on his blazer sleeve. He didn't even have time to close the fridge properly before he was yanked from the room and half dragged out of the dorm building.

"What the hell?" He said annoyed this guy he just met had the audacity to mess with him. Dean looked at him confused.

"I'm not one for caring whether I'm late or not but you look like the kind who would pee yourself with having bad attendance." Castiel was shocked at this, he could be slightly nerdy when it came to books but he didn't care about school. That's why he was sent here.

He huffed in frustration yanking away from Deans grip.

"You don't know me so please don't judge me." As if to show he didn't care he pulled out a cigarette from what seemed like thin air and lit it. Releasing a comforting gush of bluish smoke into Deans face.

The face Dean pulled made Castiel chuckle, he hadn't laughed in so long it felt weird. When Dena finally realised he had got Castiel all wrong he re arranged his features and smiled shaking his slightly.

"Sorry, you just seem the type…"

"It's fine Dean." They walked in silence after that. Arms brushing every now and then.