I'm scared

by tjcdragon

Hey there, so this is a story I wrote a long time ago and I wanted to put it back up. I'll try to update as soon as possible for you all. It's about Dean and Castiel in high school. I would love to hear your reviews.

2. Chapter 2

Dean arrived in his first class feeling strange, the normal pain that was left by the dull razor blades wasn't there. After a few minutes the feeling went away and he looked forward at the board. The teacher had a a crisp white shirt on and he had scruff that made him seem older then he was. He looked like he was in his fifties.

"Hello class my name is Bobby and I'll be teaching american history this year." Bobby said placing both hands on his desk looking directly at the students making it seem like he was looking at everyone all at that Dean let his head drop down into his arms that lay on his desk.

The bell rang and Dean felt a hand run across his back to his side. As the hand touched his ribs and shot out of his seat and looked at the one who placed a hand onto him. He looked at the boy and recognized him immediately, it was Castiel.

"Hi Dean, are you alright?" Castiel asked adjusting his backpack. "Yeah I'm fine just thinking about my littler brother." Dean said ruffling his sleepy brown hair so he didn't look like a complete mess. "You have a brother?" Castiel began to walk out of the classroom and gestured for Dean to follow, Dean nodded to Castiel and gave him the signal to wait. Dean grabbed the pen he had from his pocket and pulled a piece of paper out of his backpack. I'm sorry for falling asleep in class I know I shouldn't I was sick yesterday. He ended the note with a signature and left it on the desk.

"What were you saying about a brother?" Castiel said. Dean gave a heavy sigh and stopped Castiel, "I don't want to talk about it please just let me keep this to myself for a little while." Castiel put his arm around Deans shoulder and nodded to him. Dean looked down at the ground trying not to show the sadness he was feeling in his eyes. "Alright, well Dean here is your next class and if you're in trouble I left you something." Castiel gave Dean a heartfelt smile and handed the paper to Dean. The name was written so elegantly next to the phone number, Castiel Milton. Dean went into chemistry.

The class was boring as were the several others that took place after, hopefully within the next few days he could make friends with some people in the school. He looked up at his watch and got on the bus. Time for hell.

Yes I know it's short but trust me the next chapter will be much longer.