Dean thought he would be the bigger man and introduce himself first.

"I'm Dean " he put it bluntly

"Castiel "

"Castiel huh that's well an interesting name to say the least has it got any special meaning "

"It is the angel of Thursday"

"Angel, really didn't have you down for the type with an angelic name to say the least considering your appearance know offence or anything". But whatever way you looked at it Castiel did not seem the type to have a name with such meaning because of the way he looked. He was always in dark colours mainly blacks, greys and very rarely dark blue. It was the same style of pitch black jeans and oversized jackets that made him look even smaller than what he was.

"It's fine I get that a lot when people hear what my name means not that people usually speak to me" he replied. This took Dean back a little bit because even though he physically did not ever make any kind of gesture to talk to Castiel, he did not seem the type of person to be lonely. Not that Castiel would ever admit he got lonely at some points but Dean felt as if he could sense that feeling of emptiness in Castiel that he has felt for well over a year now.

"How come ive hardly seen you around school". The question was bugging Dean all the time he was speaking to Castiel so considering they will have to get to know each other for the project, he might as well start with the question that first came into his head when Castiel first sat next to him at his desk.

"You may not have seen me but I have seen you. In fact on a couple of occasion we have collided in the hallways and you just shove past me to get back to whatever you were doing". 'SHIT' was the first thing that came into Deans head, this had been the kid that never look where he was going in the hallways and always looked like he was in a hurry.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know that was you. But you always looked as if you were in a rush to get somewhere. Any particular reason why? ". "Sorry I'm asking loads must be really annoying" he chuckled nervously. He wondered why he was so nervous talking to this new person, it never happened before and whenever he spoke to girls he found attractive there was this profound confidence about the way he spoke to them. Hang on wait did he just admit that he found this new stranger attractive. Someone he hardly knew. Someone who didn't know existed. Someone who was a MALE. He now knew he was royally screwed.

Dean had never been attracted to anyone apart from females but why did he found this certain person so intriguing. The fascination was too much to bare that's why right there in that very classroom Dean Winchester had decided to get to know what made this boy tick and what was so different about him.