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Chapter 2

Some odd minutes after Dean punched Ralphie Castiel couldn't help but laugh as he got up and stumbled to his seat. Ralphie held the neckline of his shirt to his nose which was covered in blood. His nose was gushing blood and part of it stuck out in an odd angel. Everybody couldn't but whisper about Dean and the new relationship formed between the two.

"Are they like together?" Lily asked her friend Abby. Abby turned around and looked at the two.

"No Dean is too cute to be gay. Please I hope not." She said turning back around.

"I can't believe that Dean punched Ralphie though. Ralphie is so pissed off." Janet whispered to the two. They all looked over at Ralphie who was glaring at the wall. They all snickered at how silly he looked and went back to gossiping.

Dean, on the other hand, was leaning back in his chair with one hand on the desk and his other in his lap. He didn't look worried at all. If anything he looked bored and Castiel was astounded. How could he look so calm after punching Ralphie in the face?

Castiel was blatantly staring at Dean. When Dean caught Castiel's eye he smiled at him. This made Castiel blush and look back down to his English homework. This brought a question into mind. Where was his English teacher? Mr. Carrick always made a point of showing up early too school and made sure to berate anybody who didn't.

Castiel looked up curiously and didn't see any teachers around. Dean took notice and then asked, "Isn't there suppose to be a teacher? I mean, I didn't come here just to punch douche bags in the face."

Dean looked over at Castiel with a goofy grin on his face and Castiel laughed. They were surely going to hold this over Ralphie's head. A knew joke they were sure going to use up. Then a girl shot up from her seat. "Guys! OMG! Mr. Carrick is dead!"

The class stopped whispering and looked up at her. It was Karen clutching her phone. "What are you talking about?" Todd, one of Ralphie's sidekicks, asked in disbelief.

"Look!" She said doing something on her phone. It was the streaming of the morning news. The kids in class all gathered around her phone but Dean and Castiel stayed in there seats. They could hear the phone from where they sat.

"Here I am standing in front the Carrick's house. Late last night an attacker snuck in and killed Nick Carrick and his wife Stacy Carrick. There is still no sign of their son Johnny. He is ten years old with dark brown hair and green eyes with a scar above his right elbow. If you see anything please report it to this number immediately." A lady spoke from Karen's phone. Castiel was shocked solid. This wasn't the first time this has happened. "This seems to be the work of a serial killer and kidnapper. This is the third case in the past 2 months and police are working hard to catch whomever is dong this. Please be on the look out these next few days and be careful. Report anything suspicious to the police and remember to lock your doors before you go to bed. This is Vicki Salhart with the morning news."

Castiel looked over at Dean shocked. What was happening? This frightened most of the class to it's core and it was very quite after that. Dean had this look on his face like he was trying to put a puzzle together but missing a piece. His eyebrows were knitted together and he was staring off into space. Then his eyes widened and his head snapped up.

"Back in your seats!" A booming voice yelled from the door. It was the principal. He's always been a hard ass. He was ex-military and was very strict. The entire class scrambled to their seats.

"I need your help." Dean whispered urgently. The principal had gone off on a long speech about Mr. Carrick.

"With what?" Castiel asked. Dean leaned in closer and Castiel sucked in his breath. He could smell his musky scent and Castiel liked it.

"I need to leave but if I get caught I need an excuse. I need you to like pass out or something." Dean said.

"What?!" Castiel said. "What's so urgent that you need me to pass out or something?? Castiel spat back, a little on edge with Dean being so close. His eyes, he just realized, are so vibrant. It's like he could get lost in their green forest.

"Please? I really need you to do this." Dean pleaded. Castiel wasn't used to being asked favors let alone to break the rules. He didn't know what to do. Dean had stood up for him but that didn't mean he should put his academic career on the line. He was the perfect student and he was already getting calls from some of the best colleges in the world.

But then again, Castiel wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to make a friend. Dean seemed to like Castiel for some odd reason and Castiel really liked that. It was a nice change from the constant teasing and harassment.

"Fine. But only because you punched Ralphie in the face." Castiel said. Dean nodded and then sat back in his seat. Castiel sat there for a few minutes and then just flung himself to the floor when the principal wasn't looking. The chair he was sitting on tipped over and the principal whipped his head around. Castiel was lying on the floor all sprawled out.

"He told me hasn't been feeling good. I can take him to the nurse's office." Dean said. Castiel felt hands grip him tight and raise him from the floor. He was shifted and was now held in Dean's arms. Castiel blushed immensely and started to sweat. He had never been this close or intimate with someone before. It was a first and he didn't know how he felt about it.

"You're right he does look a little flushed." The principal said noticing the beads of sweat and his pink cheeks. "Alright. Take him." He said with a wave of his hand. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ralphie glaring at him.

When they were far enough away Castiel started to squirm. "You can let me go now." Dean sat him on his feet and they walked towards the nurse's office. "Why do you need to leave?" Castiel asked looking at Dean curiously.

"I uh… I just forgot my dad needed me to do something." Dean said.

"You couldn't just do it after school?" Castiel asked.

Dean shot him a glare. "You don't know my father." Castiel nodded his head in understanding.

"I get it but…" Castiel slipped off. He didn't really know what to say. He wondered if Dean missed school a lot to run errands for his father.

"I don't think you do. My father is very…. He has a very important job and if I don't do my part people die." Dean looked out at the passing windows catching rays of sun light. It made his eyes flash and his cheeks warm. His freckles, barely noticeable, danced around his nose and Castiel took note of one on his eyelid. He looked thoughtful, like something was weighing down his shoulders.

"You can tell me Dean. It's not like I have anybody to tell anything to." Castiel said. He could see Dean felt very alone in this and Castiel knows that feeling. He is that feeling. That is the only thing Castiel has felt for years.

"I can't. Not because I don't trust you but because this is very dangerous. You could die." Dean said. They stopped walking and faced each other.

"So that means that you could die, that you're in danger." Castiel said. He was starting to get a little worried.

"Look Cas," Castiel looked up a little stunned at the use of a nickname. He's never had a nickname before. Well one that wasn't meant to hurt his self-esteem. "What?" Dean asked to the look of his confusion.

"You called me Cas. I've never… nobody has given me a nickname before." Cas whispered. It made him feel good. He found somebody that didn't hate him. Someone who might even call himself Cas's friend. It was nice. It was different.

"Oh…. Yeah. I hope you don't mind." Dean said. He blushed a little and looked down at his fidgeting feet.

"I like it." Cas said. Dean looked up astonished. Then he smiled and Cas smiled back.