The minute class got out, Castiel was out the door, and Dean groaned. The shy kids always tried to find their way around the school without ever interacting with anyone. It never really worked though. Charlie was really good at locating people, and the two soon found him, staring blankly at his schedule. Dean, turned to say something to Charlie, to see what they should say to him, that wouldn't scare the pants off of the kid. Charlie however was already, gone, bouncing up to the kid.
"Hello, Castiel is it?" Charlie asked instantly, moving in front of Castiel and smiling brightly. Dean sighed, and walked up to the two, watching as Castiel looked up from his schedule in surprise. "I'm Charlie, and this is Dean. We are supposed to show you around today," Charlie continued. Castiel looked from Dean to Charlie, and then gave a little half nod.
"I-I have Life Management first period," he stuttered, his head dropping to inspect his black shoes. Charlie grinned, giving Dean a 'See? This is easy.' look.
"Well, that's great because Dean has Life Management first period. Now I have your schedule so.. I have three classes with you, Latin, Physics, and Math. Dean only has two classes with you. He has Latin and Life Management, but that's about it. So, you go off with Dean until Latin, and then I'll handle the rest of your classes today." Dean glanced over at Charlie, a quizzical little smile playing on his lips. He really had to give the girl some credit. Charlie was brilliant when she wanted to be. Although, she was also very nerdy. Which was one of the things that made Charlie, Charlie.
"O-Okay," Castiel stuttered, his eyes lowering as he shuffled his feet just so. Charlie laughed lightly at his shy attitude, and then turned to Dean.
"So. Lunch?" Charlie asked, flicking her hair casually out of her face. Dean nodded.
"Just like every day," Dean replied, they both simultaneously glanced at Castiel, who blushed deeply, at being caught watching the two, and dropped his gaze.
"So new kid, too?" Charlie muttered, and Dean nodded.
"Can't leave him hanging," Dean replied, and then turned away from her. "See you later."
"Later." Charlie turned and walked away at that, leaving Dean to Castiel. The boy was still nervously staring at the ground, so Dean, not entirely sure what to do, patted the kid lightly on his back.
"Life Management is this way."
"Welcome to Life management Skills," Mr. Crowley sighed, his voice screaming bored, and his posture slumping slightly. He wore a dark outfit today, mainly dressed in black. To be specific a black dress shirt, a pair of dark slacks, a nice grey and black tie, and a black overcoat to top off the ensemble. Typical Crowley. Now Crowley was the nicest teacher in the world. In fact most of the time he was the worst teacher in the school. He was typically in a bad mood, and loved to take that attitude out on his students. Of course, Dean was a smart ass, so when the fury was directed towards him, he said something snarky in reply. Ending in detention. Not fun detention, where you could talk with friends. Not easy going detention either, where you could prop your feet up on the desk and listening to some music. No, no. That stuff was for other teachers. But Crowley, commonly called The King of Hell, was not so easy going. In his detention, he made students do work. Things like long complicated math problems, or sweeping the floor of his classroom with a toothbrush, and he didn't let any students leave until the job was finished. To say the least, Dean was getting really good at Math, and the most extraordinary cleaner his brother had ever seen.
"Today you will be learning the most basic of skills, how to be responsible, caring, bla bla bla. The instructions are on the board, bla bla bla. And you may begin," Crowley said with a slack face. He turned to sit down and then stopped. "Except. I am pairing Dean up with that new kid. The angel in a trench coat." That surprised the entire class, most of the time Crowley loved the chaos that was caused when all the kids in the class fought to be Dean's partner. In fact, Dean had seen the man laughing a few times as the chaotic, hormonal teens begged to be Dean's partners. So this. This was unexpected.
"B-But Mr. Crowley-" One student stuttered, looking as if she wanted nothing more then to argue with the teacher about this decision.
"You heard me. The squirrel, and angel are partners, and that's that," Crowley snapped. All the students muttered in regretful agreement, and slowly the group divided into smaller groups of two. As all of this, occurred, Dean turned to Castiel, who had taken a seat next to Dean when they entered. The poor kid was following Dean like a lost puppy. Which truthfully didn't bother Dean. He was used to being responsible for another, and this kid wasn't going to be making any friends any time soon.
"S-Sorry," Castiel stuttered, staring down at his paper, like it could make him disappear.
"For what?" Dean asked, glancing away from Castiel and to the board to skim over the instructions for today's class. They basically had to write an essay that showed care, in the real world. Easy.
"For being stuck with me, for the project," Castiel muttered, this time he didn't stutter. But he didn't make eye contact either. "I know it must suck. Being stuck w-with me." Castiel muttered, glancing down at the palm of his hand and then wincing.
"Nah Cas. It's all good. I bet you're a great partner," Dean said, knowing that saying anything else would be a bad idea, and it got a good reaction out of him. A flicker of a smile flew across Castiel's face, but it quickly disappeared, and for a second Dean was sure that he hadn't seen it. But judging by the way Castiel turned his face away from Dean, proved that it was real. "So let's get started. What do you think it should be about?" There was a long silence following the question, and for a while Dean was sure that Castiel wasn't going to answer. But he did.
"I-It could be about, an angel. An angel of the Lord, who wants nothing more then to help humanity. He wants to save them, but no matter what he does he messes up. He always messes up. He lets his friends and family down, because he cares too much. But one day. He gets it right, and it's because he didn't just try to do it alone. He worked with his friends to get the job done," Castiel suggested. The suggestion came out in stutters, and it was anything but a smooth reply. In fact Dean could barely make out what was said. But he did finally string the words together and all he could be was the impressed. "But that's just a suggestion, and it's- it's stupid."
"No, no. That's amazing. Help me put words to that wonderful idea?" Dean asked, holding up a pen. Castiel's eyes turned to the pen, and then slowly made their was up to meet Dean's green eyes. His eyes were a surprising sight. When he had first seem them, they weren't something that Dean would think twice about. Not really. But right now, they were different. They were a dull, blue color, the shine that Dean saw in most people's eyes wasn't there, and there was a painful feel to the way he looked at him. But in an instant Castiel looked away, and instead just took the pen, now clearly avoiding Dean's eyes.
"Yeah. Okay."
Dean lead, Castiel to his next classroom with a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Castiel hadn't talked much as they wrote their essay. They did finish the assignment, with quite the impressive feedback, and had plenty of time to just talk. But they didn't talk, not really. Castiel just pulled out his book, and pushed his thick glasses up on his nose. Dean didn't really mind much. If the kid wanted to just read that was okay with Dean. But now, they were at Castiel's next class. P.E, and Dean didn't have this class with him.
"So this is your next class," Dean muttered. "I have Math, which is just down the hall from here. If you need anything, go to this room." Dean took Castiel's palm at that, writing Room 502, on Castiel's palm. "I'll be back after class to pick you up. Now, have a blast." With a small push, and a tiny smile Dean turned away from Castiel, and left him standing right outside the gym. Dean was sure the kid would be okay. He had made it this far, in life. But he couldn't help but feel worried about Castiel.
Castiel watched Dean, walk away not sure what to do. Yes, he was happy to be away from Dean. He had acted nothing but stupid around the guy so far. Which wasn't much of a surprise since Dean was popular, and Castiel was antisocial. Not the best bowl of trail mix, but it was obvious that Dean and his friend Charlie were probably going to be the ones Castiel stuck with this year, and Castiel was not going to complain.
"Hey new kid. I see you've made some friends. That's cute," a voice said from behind Castiel. Castiel whipped around, to see a boy standing there. He looked to be about his age, with brown eyes, and dark skin, with the average black boy hair cut. But he already didn't seem like an average black boy, and Castiel should know. He knows all the stereotypes.
"Friends with the most popular boy in school. Bravo," the boy continued, taking a step towards Castiel. "I'm Ennis by the way. Ennis Ross, and you'd be best to stick with me this period." The boy stuck a hand out towards Castiel and smiled brightly, obviously not meaning to come off as mean, or a bully. Just a person who wants to give a helping hand.
"I-I'm Castiel," Castiel stuttered, staring awkwardly at the hand being held out to him. He wasn't used to this sort of gesture. One of kindness. One of friendship. At his old school no one wanted to be friends with him. With Castiel Novak. Castiel shuddered, old nightmares flooding his head. But he shook them away, not in the mood to fall into his old self-suffering. The boy, Ennis gave Castiel a crooked smile, it spelled confusion, but he wasn't deterred by the gesture. In fact he looked ever more compelled to show Castiel some friendship, and for once, Castiel wasn't afraid of that. Afraid of someones friendship. Ennis, was an open book, and more then easy to read. He didn't mean Castiel any harm.
"Very nice to meet you Castiel," Ennis said, not letting the fact that Castiel didn't take his hand deter his cheerfulness. "Now. Come on. Let's get to class. We don't want to be late." With that Ennis, placed his hands on Castiel's shoulders and steered him into the gym where a few various groups of boys were standing around in the average looking gym. Basketball hoops, marks on the floor, chairs stacked on the edges.
"Luckily you started here on the right day. Today is a free day in P.E. Basically do whatever all period, as long as you are here," Ennis explained, a shrug as he lead Castiel through the gym.
"So.. What do you do.." Castiel asked warily. He didn't like that Ennis was touching him. He wasn't very used to human touch. In fact the only person who ever touched him was Gabriel, and that didn't even happen often.. It was weird. The warm, but gentle and kind feel of Ennis's hand on Castiel's shoulder, and he didn't like it. Which is why, he ever so subtly, shrugged out of the touch, and fell into step beside Ennis.
"I usually just chill on the sidelines. Watch the babes, and keep out of the jocks way," Ennis replied, with a shrug and a confident laugh. Castiel nodded slowly, and followed Ennis to the back wall, where Ennis leaned casually against the wall. Instantly his eyes began to dart around the room, obviously in search for someone. The question would be who.
"So, wh-who are y-you looking for..?" Castiel stuttered, his eyes trying to follow Ennis's darting eyes. Ennis gave a little laugh, and then shrugged.
"Just this.. girl," He sighed. "Her name is Tamara. She's the most gorgeous girl in the world. Her hair as dark as night, and shiny as a ravens feathers. Her skin the color of the richest chocolate in the world. Her eyes shine like little stars. We met one day in fifth grade, during a field trip to the ferry. I-" Ennis stopped, and embarrassed smiling creeping over his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry."
"No. I-I quite enjoy listening to you talk," Castiel said, looking over at Ennis in slight interest. Ennis shot Castiel a smile.
"You are a pretty good kid, you know that?" Ennis commented. "Seriously man. Stick with me, and you'll be pretty good in this class." Castiel wasn't sure how to reply to that, so he just turned his attention away from Ennis. The kid seemed nice enough, and to be completely honest, Castiel didn't think he wanted to cause any trouble.
It wasn't long before the class was over, and as kids filed out of the gym Ennis turned to Castiel.
"Hey. You need any help getting to your next class?" Castiel shook his head, glancing down at the numbers Dean had written on his hand. Over the span of one class period, Castiel had figured out a lot about Ennis. He was a nice guy. Pulled a few jokes here and there. Flirted with that girl, Tamara. The one he had been talking about. Castiel could just feel the love between those two. It wasn't a hard thing to detect.
"No. Uh Dean Winchester is taking me to my next class," Castiel muttered, aimlessly running his index finger over the letters. Ennis stopped his eyes widening in surprise.
"Wait. Dean Winchester? The Dean Winchester?" Ennis asked. Castiel nodded. "You do know that he is the most popular boy in school." Again Castiel nodded shyly, not sure why it was a very big deal. But he didn't get the chance to ask either, because at that moment Dean walked over.
"Hey, Cas, you ready to go to your next class?" Dean asked, casually putting his hands into his pockets. Castiel nodded shyly, glancing at the floor. That feeling he got around people filled him again, except way more then usually.
"Cas?" Ennis asked with a chuckle, making Castiel blush lightly. He hadn't noticed that Dean had called him that. A nickname. People called others a nickname a lot, right?
"I'll see you later Ennis. Thanks for watching out for me," Castiel said, turning to Ennis. That got Dean's attention, he turned to Ennis, a puzzled look on his face.
"Oh hey, you're Ennis Ross right?" Dean asked. Ennis nodded, before turning to Castiel.
"I have to go Castiel. See you next class," Ennis said, giving Castiel a small wave. He began to walk away before turning around. "And we are definitely talking about how schools been for you next time." Castiel nodded, not sure exactly what that meant, but judging by the way that Ennis was smiling, it would be very embarrassing.
"Okay," he muttered, and then turned back to Dean, who smiled at him, and then began to lead him to his next class. As Dean had said before the class was right down the hall, and it didn't take long to get there. Outside of the classroom stood the girl, Charlie. She was standing with a book in her hands and she looked really excited about what she was reading.
"Charlie," Dean said, waving a hand in front of Charlie's face.
"Gandalf!" She exclaimed, shutting her book in surprise, and then completely ignoring the look Dean gave her. "Oh. Hey Castiel, ready for class?" Castiel nodded, and followed her into the classroom giving Dean a small goodbye. Once they were in the classroom, and seated at the back of the class Charlie turned to Castiel, smiling largely.
"So Castiel, what's the deal with your name? It's different then most names. Also, you seem pretty shy. I can sort of tell you don't like much attention. Oh and I noticed the book you were reading. The one by Chuck Shurley. I love his books. Did you know he used to publish under the name Carver Edlund? But he stopped on account of his really big fans figured out who he was even with the fake name. Have you seen the new covers for the Harry Potter books. I hate them. Sure they are cool. But the old covers were so much better. Oh and have you seen-" But Charlie didn't get to finish what she was saying. Because the teacher interrupted her.
"As much as the whole class would love to hear the end of that sentence, we have to start todays lesson," the teacher said, giving Charlie a pointed look, making her blow out air in irritation, but still settled back in her seat and pulled out a pencil to write notes with.
"Now will someone please, solve this equation for the variable y?" Mrs. Abaddon, as Castiel had come to understand asked. So far she wasn't exactly, his favorite teacher. In fact she was his least favorite. Sure she acted nice at times, but when things came down to the truth, Mrs. Abaddon was not a nice teacher. In fact she was mean to all her students, and basically treated everyone like dirt. So when a bell rang, preventing Mrs. Abaddon from saying anything else, it was a big relief for Castiel.
"Hey Castiel, ready for lunch?" Charlie asked and Castiel shrugged. No he wasn't ready. In fact he hated lunch. A bunch of kids stuffed in a crowded lunch room, all eating and talking. Sure talking and eating were necessary for living, but Castiel still didn't enjoy doing them.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Castiel muttered, knowing that Charlie wouldn't hear him. No one ever heard him. And with that thought in mind, Castiel followed Charlie to the cafeteria, wondering what could possibly wait for him there.
Author's Note:
Sorry for not updating for so long. But, here is the next chapter. I hope it is enjoyed. But... Did anyone see the newest episode of Supernatural? Exciting right? I loved it. Deanmon, is like this rebellious teenager, and Crowley is like his dad. And Sam is like Crowley's ex who is just really grumpy because Crowley has Deanmon, and Castiel is just like Dean's Ex, and they are both trying to get over their break up with different things. Dean fell to Crowley, Castiel fell to Hannah.
Woah sorry, that's a bit far fetched... Story of my life I guess. Well, um, hope you liked the chapter, and uh yeah. Bye!