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Dean P.O.V

I had walked into Comp 1 that morning and spotted Jo sprawled in a desk near the back before Jo had turned and introduced me to the dark haired guy I hadn't seen sitting beside her. She said his name was Castiel Novak and that he'd been homeschooled his entire life. The poor guy looked it. He sat slightly hunkered in his seat and his sapphire blue eyes were wide in what could have been panic.

He had a thin lithe build and dark tousled hair that instead of trying to comb down into vain submission he'd run some jell through for a tousled haphazard look. God he had gorgeous eyes and damn I felt a surge of panic at the thought. This had been happening lately, I'd be going about my own normal business when my brain would decide to whammy me with some damn vague thought or a lazy glance and shit…

I couldn't be gay…or bi…or anything remotely insinuating I was starting to think dudes were more attractive than chicks.

But with Cas I couldn't quite shake the thought because anytime he'd say something or grin at Jo and I'd feel an uncomfortable squirming in the pit of my stomach that I couldn't completely ignore.

When I finally got through the lunch line I saw the back of his dark hair and grey cargo jacket he was wearing. I flopped down beside Jo and in front of Ash before Jo began to interrogate Cas.

To be completely honest I didn't recognize a couple of the shows he mentioned but I would have had to been livin' under a rock if I didn't know Star Trek. And Sammy was obsessed with Doctor Who so I knew all about that weird British show.

Man the dude was sexy and geeky; I was starting to admit defeat in suppressing my gay thoughts. And homeschoolers were supposed to be like crazy smart right?

And then Jo asked him about his superpower and instead of pulling something out of his ass like any other person would have done that wasn't in our group he goes and spouts off something extremely intelligent and then proceeds to evaluate everyone at the table as if he were Sherlock Holmes. But the kicker is that he's spot on, like freaky mojo psychic spot on and I try not to let discomfort climb up my throat as he turns his way too bright for real life eyes on me.

And half the stuff he says I'd say was over exaggerated but then he mentions me being loyal to a fault and I think that maybe there is something supernatural to this guy because no one at this table knows the level of loyal he's talking about but I do, and no one but Sammy knows about that.

Jo interrogates the poor sap some more and I try not to blush when he explains that my supposed aura is more complex than everyone else's. Of course I'd get the jacked up glowiness.

Man life just couldn't give me a break.

Cas's P.O.V

I wound up merging into the misfit group rather smoothly all considering this was the most socializing I'd ever had. By the end of the week Jo was trying to drag me to some bonfire the group had a couple of times a month at Dean's uncle's house. Normally I would have gracefully declined but after seven years of solitude I was finding that maybe I was craving friendship after all.

And I had always assumed I'd never be able to have close friends. I always felt like I was cheating at life when I could see everyone's very soul and emotions, somehow it felt like I could hack the code to friendship. Instead of learning about someone through time and strife and mishaps and close quarters I could instantly tell things about that person they'd never told anyone before.

But all the guys had surprised me with the ease that they'd accepted my "superpower" and what that entailed. If anything it made everyone honest and blunt, no use hiding something when I could see it anyways.

And as I'd discovered through the week seeing the aura didn't give away as much of the person as I'd always thought. Sure I could identify the core components that made up a person, almost like ingredients of a recipe, Ash was made of intelligence and perceptiveness and a whole list of other things but I didn't know his quirks or what quite made him tick.

It was exhilarating to learn new things and I loved it when any of my newfound friends surprised me, which was often.

We sat at lunch on Friday in the usual seating arrangement that the group had adopted and I listened with amusement as Dean blessed Jo out.

"How can you possibly think Boston is better than Def Lepard?!"

I'm not sure if I'd ever heard someone so horrified over something that didn't entail maiming or death. Jo huffed and stabbed at the army spaghetti on her tray (a.k.a noodles and ketchup).

"It's true Dean, ask Cas!"

For some reason the entire group had labeled me as the walking pop culture dictionary, I had apparently read and watched more than any of the others and therefore had a broader range of interests and knowledge.

I threw my hands up in a placating gesture.

"I am not getting into this, don't drag me in!"

Jo hit my shoulder with her half empty bottle of coke.

"Casssssss, come onnnnnn."

Everyone had also adopted the nickname Dean had given me on Monday, I kind of liked it.

I let out a miserable sigh."Def Lepard is way better than Boston Jo."

Jo shrieked in horror and continued to hit me with the bottle while Ash laughed at my expense. The lid to the bottle came unscrewed slightly and coke splattered the table in a spray. Chuck shielded the comic page he was diligently coloring with markers while Balthazar recoiled violently.

This was a normal lunch period, I had discovered through the week.

Dean hi fived me behind Jo's back while she sniffed indignantly.

"So are you coming to the bonfire tonight Cas?"

I made a muffled startled sound around my mouthful of orange and pulled my cell phone from my back pocket.

"Crap, yeah, let me text my mom real quick though."

Hey mom it's alright if I hang out with a few friends tonight right?

The reply was almost instantaneous.

Honey of course!Have fun and be safe xoxo

I gave a thumbs up and Jo instantly flared with her almost signature shade of zesty lemon yellow. That bright of a shade was rare in anyone else, especially in an outer field but with Jo anything made her blossom with a glowing light, it was almost addicting, to be around someone so happy and to know it was genuine.

After school I climbed into Jo's beat up old truck. She had somehow convinced me to bum my way over to her mom's bar before we met up at the bonfire later that evening. Jo hummed along to the radio which was playing a soft rock country tune before she turned the volume dial down and shot me an amused look.

"So how much do you like Dean?"

I scratched the back of my neck at my hairline awkwardly.

"Is it obvious?"

She grinned. "Not too much but I'm the cupid so I usually notice these things."

I twisted my mouth into a sort of frown."I don't know him though, Jesus I don't know any of you guys, I just…"

"Can you really see auras, I mean you're crazy perceptive and intuitive but is that a natural thing or, like do you see literal glowiness?"

I gazed out the window as trees whizzed by and chewed on my lip.

"When I was a kid I died, just for a couple minutes before they brought me back but when I woke up I could see these colors around people, almost like I was seeing a different level of spectrum light. It's been years and sometimes I still don't quite know how to read people or know what some things mean. It's not like there's a reading auras for dummies series out there."

I was cast a sympathetic look before I could see curiosity lazily swirling near her shoulders.

"What does mine look like, I know you told me what it means but, like is it pretty?"

I let out a barking laugh and scrubbed a hand over my face wearily.

"Ya' know it's so strange, because they are beautiful, exactly like people, you get more exotic ones, rare ones and the like…Yours reminds me a lot of what you actually look like. You have warmer colors, lots of neon pinks, oranges and a lot of yellow, which is rare."

"Good rare or bad rare?"

"Good, definitely good, it's quite beautiful, very feminine yet strong, like you."

We grinned at each other for a moment before Jo pulled into a mostly empty parking lot and drove around to park behind the building. We sat for a moment after she had stopped the car.

"So I'm curious, I have to know, you very unwillingly hinted that Dean's aura is different, more complex…?"

I scratched my neck in embarrassment again.

"Like I said, I think auras are beautiful, I mean whatever you want to call what I have, it's a pain and I don't like being in crowds but sometimes…its wonderful being able to see the very core of people; of the basic characteristics and virtues of humanity, it's not always good, most of the time I see how ugly people are behind all the fake bravado and lies but sometimes I feel so…warmed inside if that makes any sense at the unexpected beauty of a person's soul."

"I'm guessing Dean's soul is beautiful than?"

I gave a breathy laugh and Jo's eyes scrunched up as she grinned at me.

"I've never seen anything like it. It's…the most beautiful aura I've ever seen, I mean I don't even know if I could begin to describe it, the equivalent of what it would be to you. Most people it's just a few colors and shades but his..."

I turned to face Jo seriously."Ya' know those HD pictures satellites take of galaxies and exploding stars and entire cosmos, it's just one picture but there's a thousand different colors all swirling and fading and they're colors but it's not flat like on a page, the color is basically made of light, they have depth and they shine."

Jo scrunched up her face and I huffed in frustration.

"In the pictures of earth you know how you can see the Earth's atmosphere and its blue but it…it's not just blue, it glows."

Jo's face was still scrunched up and she gave me a look."So he…glows?"

I sighed.

"Yes but it's not just a normal glow, it's like every color is in its purest form, made of light, the color glows from within itself, there's depth, almost like a 3D hologram and it's as if there's an entire galaxy of pulsing color and light and just…"

I growled in frustration at my lack of words and description.

"I'm not giving it justice in any way, but it's just…the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, he's made of a million shades of greens and blues and amber and like, melted gold and silver and starlight."

I flopped back in the seat, pursed my lips and crossed my arms over my chest.

"And I don't even know what to think or feel because I can hardly look at him without just wanting to gaze or drool, because that glowing mass that looks like the universe and starlight and freakin' like it would be a CGI effect on Lord of the Rings for magic is HIS SOUL! I mean the most beautiful thing in the universe…its…"

I stopped and just sort of gaped at Jo for a moment in awed disbelief and incredulity."That's this random teenage guy I met, his soul, is the most beautiful in the world, I just…I half feel in love with him just from that but then I think that I don't even remotely know him. If that makes any sense."

Jo blinked several times and cleared her throat."Wow…honey I don't even know what to tell you, just that Dean's been my best friend my entire life and without ever seeing his wonder of the universe mini galaxy glowiness I can tell you he's the best person I've ever met. I mean God he's a stubborn ass and he doesn't listen to anyone and he's such a masochist and angsty and a million other things but he's pretty most people that have been through the shit he's been through don't turn out like that, or remain as pure as you've insinuated."

"What shit has he been through?"

She bit her lip with a look that said she didn't really wanted to say anything but would anyway.

"He'll kill me if he knows I told you this but, Dean's mom when he was just a little kid was murdered by a serial killer, I mean utterly satanic shit that makes me want to puke just thinkin' it, and the serial killer had gone after Dean's younger brother Sam. I can't remember exactly, I think the guy had Sam for several weeks, oh what he did was so sick; I mean Sam wasn't even a year old yet so thank God he doesn't remember jack shit. I don't even know what all he did, the guy thought he was a demon escaped from hell and he was doing all sort of satanic rituals, I know when they finally got Sam he was almost starved to death, the guy had only been feeding him his blood and.."

Jo closed her eyes for a moment and shuddered. I could feel a cold chill wash over me as a sick feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

"I mean Dean's dad wasn't the same, no one can blame him. Afterwards he became obsessed, the guy didn't get caught when they rescued Sam and John, he became obsessed afterwards. He wound up becoming part of the FBI and moving to DC. I mean he was obsessed, acted like he didn't even have kids to take care of that needed a parent."

She gave a sad sigh and shrug.

"As far as I know Dean hasn't seen John in about two years. Dean and Sam live with Bobby Singer, that's where we're going tonight. He's an old family friend, not actually their uncle but he's practically raised those two so he has more of a right to be called dad than John does."

I frowned."Did they ever catch the guy?"

Joe shuddered again."No, God it gives me the creeps just to think about it, I don't know much about John, I haven't seen him in years but I don't think him or anyone is close to finding the guy."

This raw feeling of nausea and cold horror seemed to settle over me. I ran a hand through my hair and pushed down the sick feeling.

"Jesus, it sounds like a horror story."

Jo's light blue eyes went sorrowful making her look way beyond her age for a moment.

"It really is, and if Dean's soul is like you describe…Christ, I can't even begin to imagine..."

We sat together in stunned silence for a moment before I let out a deep gust of air.

"I think I'm way in over my head here Jo."

She gave a grin and a much welcomed happy lemon glow filled the truck as she patted my knee.

"Don't worry honey; if there's one thing you share with Dean Winchester, you both know a good soul when you see one."

So this chapter was much shorter because I wanted to get it out and see what you guys think. I threw in a little of Dean's pov but I don't think I'll do it again unless you really want, I'm just not feeling it for this story.

And hmmm…this might wind up being longer than I'd planned and so whoa plot twist that I randomly came up with that I wasn't expecting. I really want to run with this idea but I want to know what you guys think. Should I further this idea and give a thriller twist to the story because if you guys like the idea I think I have the rest of the plot laid out. But since this didn't start as a thriller/romance if you don't like it let me know and I'll try to tone down the murder mystery flavor,lol

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