And here is chapter 2! I hope you all enjoy! :D

I was walking along the street of my new neighborhood, looking at all the houses. I had gotten so used to living in an apartment in New York, that the comfortable homey-ness of the houses seemed extremely foreign. We'd had just arrived, and my father was ordering around the movers, telling them where to sit the furniture. He had asked me to go and get some food for the fridge from the grocery store that was within walking distance of their new home.

I was relieved to get away from my father. The trip here had been filled with so much tension, one could almost cut the air with a knife. If it hadn't been for the music in my ears, I probably would have had to jump out the window of the car and kill myself.

I walked down the street, and smiled when he realized that fact that I was walking like I would on a runway. It was funny how I would do that without meaning to. I closed my eyes. It made me feel more relaxed. At least it did until I heard a wolf whistle from behind him, and my eyes flew open to see a couple of teenagers who seemed to be around my age standing in the lawn of the house I was in front of. There was a girl with long, black hair, who smiled at me with an almost suggestive glint in her eyes, though she seemed to be polite.

Then, my eyes turned to the other person she was with, and I felt my heart almost plummet from my chest. The boy that stood before me was drop-dead gorgeous. Long eyelashes, muscular frame, beautiful green eyes, and voluptuous lips. I had to try really hard not to gawk at him, especially when he smiled, and raised an eyebrow, a look of amusement shining in his eyes,

"You new?" the boy rumbled out in a low voice, and I had to hold back from salivating. That voice was pure sex. I finally came back to my senses, and nodded, slightly embarrassed at how I'd probably been staring,

"I just arrived here today," I began, "I am going to be attending my senior year here," I finished, and I could have sworn I saw a corner of the boy's lip curl up a bit. Suddenly, the girl popped into the conversation, and I realized I had been staring at the boy this whole time. I had almost completely forgotten she had been there,

"That means you'll be in the same grade with us, then!" she exclaimed with a happy smile. I smiled back respectfully, and she held out a hand, "My name is Lisa, what's yours?" she asked, and I hesitantly took her hand,

"Castiel Novak," I replied with a formality that was probably not needed in a situation such as this. Lisa furrowed her brows at me slightly, noticing the formality. I spared a glance at the boy, who only laughed slightly at my awkwardness. He stuck out his hand with another award winning smile,

"Dean, Dean Winchester," Dean stated, and I took his hand, feeling sparks jump through my fingers and up my arms. This hand shake wasn't as awkward as the other, although afterwords, I felt my face heat up a bit, and had to look down to get my body under control again. Dean crossed his arms,

"So, where are ya off to?" he asked, and I looked to him once more,

"I am off to get some groceries on my father's request," I explained, and Dean gave me another amused look before shaking his head,

"Well, you wouldn't mind if I joined you, would you?" he inquired, "I have a couple things I need to get, myself," he said, and I eyed him, wondering whether or not that would be a good idea. After a few seconds of me silently inspecting him, Dean rolled his eyes,

"Oh, come on, I don't bite," he began, before grinning, "Unless, of course, you want me to," he mused, and I shivered slightly, not entirely sure if that was a joke, or an invitation. Luckily, Lisa broke me out of my daze by giggling, and both myself and Dean glanced over to her in confusion. She had a peculiar, almost evil smirk plastered on her face. I frowned,

"What is so funny?" I questioned, and Lisa shook her head, moving away,

"Oh, nothing, I've got to go make some calls, you two go on to the store," she replied, and she headed towards the door. We both waited until the door shut behind Lisa, and then Dean and I turned to each other again,

"She's up to something..." Dean observed, eyes narrowed. I blinked, and snorted,

"I believe she just may be," I agreed, and Dean shrugged, before heading down the sidewalk, myself walking a bit faster to make it to his side,

"So," Dean began, looking over at me, "Where'd you come from, Castiel?" I decided I really liked hearing my voice coming from his mouth.

"New York," I stated simply, as though it were nothing. Well, to me, it was nothing, but apparently to Dean, it was most definitely not nothing, because he stopped in his tracks, and stared at me,

"New York?" he asked, as though it were a conviction. My eyebrows furrowed, and I nodded slowly,

"Why would you come to this hell hole from New York?" he expelled a breathy laugh, "That's like going from heaven, to hell, dude!" he finished. I glanced at him in confusion, and shrugged,

"I did not think this place was that bad," Castiel said, and Dean gave him an open mouthed look as the began to walk again,

"Man, what I wouldn't give to go to New York," he said, and Castiel couldn't help but laugh a little,

"Be careful what you wish for, it's not as amazing as you think," I said, and Dean gave me a questioning look, before shrugging,

"Whatever you say," he responded. Castiel looked forwards, smiling. I really enjoyed this boys company. Then I frowned as I realized that I was already crushing on some guy and I'd only been here for a couple hours. My heart fell as I thought about my father, and the conversation we'd had earlier today about how he father hoped that this would help get over my problem.

I couldn't help a little bubble of anger that fizzled to the surface when I thought of the way he'd said 'problem' as though my being gay was some curable disease. Suddenly, I realized Dean's hand on my shoulder, and I looked over to him, suddenly on read alert as heat seeped through my clothing from that hand. I'd be lying if I said I didn't momentarily fantasize about that hand rubbing against my chest and back.

"You okay?" he asked, sounding oddly concerned, considering we'd only just met. His mouth was pulled down into a frown, and Castiel decided he really wanted the smile back. I smiled slightly at him, and nodded respectfully,

"Yes, I am fine, thanks," I replied. Dean, to my dismay, let has hand drop back to his side, and he went on speaking,

"If you say so. Anyway, is there a reason you moved here – like, work, or something?" Dean asked, and I thought for a couple of seconds, wondering what I should say. I wasn't about to tell the complete truth. This boy, no matter how friendly and attractive he may be, was still a stranger. However, I couldn't quite bring myself to lie. There was something about Dean that made me want to spill my darkest secrets, though my guarded instincts persuaded me otherwise. I suddenly realized how dangerous this boy was. However, I was surprised to find that I couldn't bring myself to care,

"I...my father wanted us to have a new beginning," I said decidedly. It wasn't the whole truth - it was tempered. As they say, the truth must dazzle gradually, or every man shall be blind. Dean nodded, satisfied, and Castiel was glad he hadn't pushed for anymore details. I definitely wasn't ready to dish out my sexuality to someone I'd just meant – who just so happened to be my newest crush, none-the-less.

The rest of the way to the grocery store was spent in a comfortable silence as I mindlessly took in our surroundings. However, I couldn't help myself as my gaze slipped over to Dean's body multiple times. In fact, Dean actually caught me checking him out once, and I briefly panicked that he would be grossed out – after all, he didn't seem like the gay type. But instead of looking grossed out, he smiled at me. A wide mouth, cocky-ass smile, but a smile. I gave him a sheepish glance, and looked to the ground, my heart fluttering in my chest.

We approached the grocery store, and Dean pointed at it,

"There it is!" he exclaimed, and I gave him a sarcastic look,

"Yes, I can see that," I said, and Dean snorted, and smiled an awkward side-ways smile that made him look ten times more attractive, if that was even possible at this point. We walked into the store, and Dean lead me through the isles, helping me find the necessary essentials of the kitchen. I could feel my skin crawl with goose-bumps one the several occasions that Dean's bare arm brushed my own. In fact, it may have just been my mind pulling a nasty prank on me once again, but if I didn't know any better, it would almost seem that Dean meant to do it.

Then again, I don't really know anymore, I think I was just reading into things too much.

Maybe.

Once we were done, we checked out, and made our way back down the sidewalk,

"Well, that was actually pretty fun," Dean said, smile stretching across his face,

"This is me, so I've gotta go," he said, pointing a thumb to the house Lisa walked into earlier. I nodded, and Dean patted my shoulder, "See ya tomorrow, Cas," he said before walking towards the door. I felt my skin tingling from where he had touched it, and I grinned, just a bit, at the nick-name.

As I walked home, however, I realized two things I hadn't previously thought about.

One – who was Lisa to Dean? Like I said earlier, Dean didn't seem like the gay type, although that was debatable, considering my recent observations.

Two – Dean had never gotten anything for himself from the grocery store, which either meant he forgot, or meant he had simply gone with me because he wanted to.

With these thoughts in mind, I wandered back into our new home, which was now fully furnished, and spotless with a feeling of melancholy. My father was truly the description of anal. At least when it came to his living space, any way. I waltzed into the living room where my father sat watching football. I glanced at him, though he didn't even take me any notice. All he said to me as I dropped my stuff off in the kitchen was -

"You'll have to cook for yourself tonight," and with that bit of information, I grabbed an apple out of the groceries once I'd put the rest away, biting into it as I made my way to my room. Apples were my thinking food. I was surprised to see that everything in my room looked almost exactly as it did in our last home – bed made in the left corner, and a desk and bookshelf in the right. It wasn't quite the same as being home, but it would do.

I fell asleep thinking about what tomorrow would bring, and thinking about how a few houses down, Dean was probably also lying down to go to sleep in his bed. That night, I had a dream of strong arms encircling my waste, and soft kisses being peppered down my neck.

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