Dean found out a lot about his new roommate Gabriel. He was 18 years old too, but still three months older than Dean. Dean thought that their similar age was just accidental, but Gabriel informed him that his father prefered to put kids in similar ages into a room, so Dean started to wonder if Sam maybe was put into a room with one of Gabriels silblings. He had told Dean a lot about his family - and god it's one hell of a family. Gabriel was the third child (out of six!), he had two older brothers. The older one of them was Michael- 21 by now - and then there was Lucifer who was just one year younger. Taking the three oldest children aside there were still three more to go. There was Anna, who was one year younger than Gabriel and then there were the twins. Cassie and Samandriel - or Alfie, god knows were this nickname came from. They were in Sammys age so since Cassie was a girl (at least Dean thought that he was), Dean assumed that Sam could maybe be Alfies new roommate.

Gabriel was a nice guy. Dean couldn't think of anything else than what Sam would say if he was there because Gabriel was totally Sammys type. Dean had no problem with his baby brother dating boys and girls. It was no big deal to Dean because he always wanted his brother to be himself and be free, but he always had to watch out for John and Dean tried to help were he could. Now that this was not necessary anymore Dean decided to try and set Sam and Gabriel up. Just for fun.

"Gabe?", Dean said and looked over to the other side of the room were Gabriel sat on his bed his with his laptop placed on his lap. The older boy slowly looked up from the screen and hummed in response.

"I was just thinking about my brother and that you're totally his type. What about you two going out sometime?", Dean said.

Wow, very subtle Winchester. Could you've been any more obvious?! Dean was terrible at setting people up. He remembered that one time when he tried to set his best friend Benny up with a chick in a bar, Benny ended up with a black eye und a lot of bruises that her boyfriend had given him. But this time it was going to be okay because Gabe was cool and there was no way Sam wouldn't like him. Right?

Gabriel laughed lightly. "Depends on it."

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on your brother being my type too."

Now Dean laughed too. "What is 'your type' then?"

Gabriel cocked his head a little and frowned as he thought about his answer.

"Taller than me,... mostly brunette but if he's hot I go for blonde too aaand uhm... right, the most important thing, hazel puppy eyes!", Gabriel said with a mischievous grin.

Dean gave him a shit eating grin.

"Dude, your gonna be so in love with my brother."

- Same time at room 122 -

Sam looked from his plan up to the door where '122' was written on a small whiteboard. He knocked and quickly stuffed the plan into his bag. It didn't take long until he heard someone walk up to the door, the dump sound of bare feed on the wooden floor echo in his ears. Soon the door was pulled open and Sam stood in front of a young man. He was smaller than Sam and had to look up to get a better sight of him. His curly black hair was a mess that stood into literally all directions, he wore gray sweatpants, a black t-shirt and an also black pair of thick glasses that had slipped down onto the tip of his nose. The big blue eyes beneath them were looking up to him in confusion.

"Sam Winchester. Your new roommate.", Sam said as the silence got a little too awkward. The smaller boy nodded, the frown on his face slowly disappearing.

"Castiel Novak, nice to meet you.", he said in a low voice. He extended a hand towards Sam who shook it politely.

"Novak like in the...?"

"Yes, like in the schools name. My father is the principal of the school.", he said and looked a little embarrassed, his cheeks tinted in a faint pink. Sam giggled a little as he thought about what Dean would say if he saw Castiel at that moment. Dean was agressivly trying to hide it - from others and from himself -, but Sam knew that he was into boys at some point. It totally obvious.

"What's so funny?", his new roommate asked as Sam still hadn't stopped giggling yet.

"It's ... it's nothing. Just thinking what my brother would see if he'd meet ya.", Sam said while trying to calm himself. He was probably making the worst Impression ever.

The smaller boy looked a little bewildered, but quickly whiped it off and smiled politely. He opened the door up a little more to let Sam in. Sam gave him a grateful smile, he was really tired since this day had been damn long. Castiel quickly closed the door behind him and walked up to him again. They were standing in the middle of the small room.

"I sleep on the left side so I guess you're gonna take the right? But if it's not okay with you I could-"

"No, no it's fine.", Sam quickly interveined and gave Castiel a tired smile. Castiel nodded and sat down on his bed again picking up the book he obviously had been reading until Sam interrupted him. Sam on the other hand tossed his duffel onto his bed and started to unpack it. He quickly arranged some things on his small nightstand and carelessly stuffed his clothes into his part of the wardrobe.

With a small sigh he fell onto his bed, slightly turning his head to look at Castiel. The young man sat on his bed, his legs crossed and still reading. Again Sam thought about Deans reaction over Cas.

"How old are you?", Sam asked.

"16", was the other boys short reply,"And since my father likes to put kids with similar age into a room I guess you're 16 too." It wasn't a question, rather a statement.

Silence settled again, it was not awkward it was likeable. Castiel wans't looking up from the book he was reading the whole time and Sam was just laying there, on his bed. Eyes closed and thinking about this and that.

"I think my brother would like you.", Sam said out of nothing. Castiels head turned to Sam and a slight frown took it's place on the Boys forehead.

"You sure? And uhm you have a brother?"

"Yeah, Dean. Dean Winchester he came here with me.", Sam said as he sat up to get a little more comfortable. Castiel nodded, obviously trying to hide his sudden curiousity by looking at his book again.

"Hm... ", he hummed, trying to sound uninterrested,"How's he like?"

"Oh he's great! Really, you'd like him, he's smart and protective, sometimes a little too sarcastic, but funny and a little more relaxed since dad is... uhm since he died."

Castiel knitted his eyebrows together and cocked his head to the side. "He feels better because your father is dead? Aren't people supposed to say good things about the person they're introducing to someone else?"

Sam slightly bit his lip. "It's a little complicated Castiel... I don't really wanna talk about it. Not now."

Castiel nodded in understanding, he was a little curious - wich was a little unlike him - but he didn't push Sam further.

"How old is he? Maybe we have a few classes together.", Castiel asked to distract from this rather unpleasant topic. Sam laughed a little.

"Oh, I doubt that. He's 18, so we're like two years apart. I don't think that you two have classes together."

"Why do you doubt it? I skipped classes a few times because the teachers could see how much the educations bored me. I may have a few classes with him.", he answered shrugging. Sam's eyes widened a little in approval.

"Oh wow, well then...", Sam said and smiled a little. The comfortable silence returned but didn't last very long.

"So you really think he could like me?"

Sam grinned broadly.

"Hell yes."

Dean was waiting for Sam at the main entrance of the dorm. He was a little nervous about his 'first day in school'. School had always been a torture for Dean, if it hadn't been for Sammy, Lisa and Benny he would have dropped out of school right away. No one had liked him, he had been teased and insulted all day. But his 'new life' was great, everything changed so why would this stay the same?

Sam tipping on his shoulder ripped him out of his thoughts. He quickly put on a bright smile and turned to his brother.

"Mornin' Sammy! How'd you sleep?"

"Like I was in heaven! God those matresses are so damn soft.", the younger Winchester said while starting to walk out of the dorm, a huge smile plastered over his face. Dean laughed.

"I know right?", then after a while of silence, "Hey you've got any plans for tomorrow evening?"

Sam frowned a little and looked down at his brother. "No, why?"

Dean grinned mischieviously. "Because the two of us are going to meet Gabriel and his sister Cassie at a bar in the small town down the road."

Sam immediatly stopped and grabbed his brothers arm. "What the?! Dude! How long are we here? Ten? Twelve hours? You already want me with some random idiot?"

His brother laughed at him, "C'mon Sammy Gabe is great! Believe me you'll love him."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Dean, I'm not going on a fucking blind date with you."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Relax Sammy. We'll talk later okay?"

And with those words Dean continued to walk towards the school building, leaving behind a totally irritated Sam.

His first lesson was history with a teacher that was listed as 'Metatron' - probably the strangest name Dean had ever heard of. Gabriel had told him something about the teachers at this school by parting them into three catigories: Heaven, hell and neither-nor. This dude was the first one on the neither-nor-list. To his misfortune he didn't have the same history course as Gabe, so that he had to find the room on his own. He even made it in time, so that he had already talked to the teacher and introduced to the other students that had already arrived before the bell rang a second time. A pretty damn good start.

The lesson had started ten minutes ago, the teacher was reffering about something and Dean was sitting in his chair flipping a pencil between his fingers. He could feel the eyes of the other stundents in his back, on his side , literrally from everywhere. It wasn't like in the old school, they weren't looking at him while planning the mean things they were going to do to him, they were curious. Somehow he liked that.

"Would y'all mind to pay a little attention to me please? I know that a new student is 'exciting' and all but it's no reason to ignore the teacher.", Mr. Metatron - the name is still weird as fuck - said in an obviously annoyed tone since it was the second time he had to ask for more attention in class.

A few students mumbled something Dean didn't quite understand but any kind of conversation died when the door flew open. All heads turned again to see who interrupted the lesson.

A young man had entered the room, wearing a tan trenchcoat, black dress pants, a matching white dress shirt and a blue tie that was made up the wrong way. He had black, curly sex-hair that was sticking in all directions and blue eyes that where fixing a chair in the middle of the class. Some of the stundents groaned and so did Mr. Metatron.

"Mr. Novak, new record! You scored the 10 minutes today.", he said with a voice that oozed with sarcasm. The boy sat down and draped his trenchcoat over the his chair. He was a little breathless, he obviously had been running all the way here.

"I- I'm sorry M-Mr. Metatron ... won't happen again.", he stuttered while pinching the bridge of his nose. The teacher rolled his eyes and turned to the board again.

"Whatever. For better understanding y'all better read those pages understood?", he said while writing some numbers onto the board.

While almost the whole class was nodding and started to look for their books Dean kept on looking at the young man that had entered the room a few minutes ago. He had sat down a few feet away but in the row in front of Dean. Metatron had called him 'Mr. Novak' so Dean guessed that this must be one of Gabes silblings... but wich one?!

He watched him as he turned to get something out of his bag, but when the boy looked up their eyes met. It was strange because neither of them looked away - and somehow Dean didn't want to. So they kept stareing at eachother for a crazy amount of time.

"Novak and Winchester. Wich part of reading is new to you?"

The teachers voice made the other guy look away and continue what he had been doing previously. Now Dean took out his history book too.

The lesson passed without any other strange incidents, Dean was just looking over to that boy once or twice. The bell rang, announcing the end of the lesson, and almost the whole class jumped up and left in unison as if they weren't at least twenty students, just one person. Dean found himself as one of the last children leaving the class. The next lesson was politics, with Mr. McLeod - or Crowley as everyone had to call him because how Gabe had told him he hated his name. But he was not only called 'Crowley', he was 'the king of hell' as well, so Deans motivation was like zero.

With a sigh Dean walked over to the room. Much to his disfortune he was already a little late and the room was full of students. The man in the front looked him up with an evil grin that sent shivers down Deans spine. He was screwed.

"Mr. Winchester, I guess?", he said with a disgusting sweetness in his voice. Dean nodded firmly.

"Ah. Okay, since you're new here I'll be gracious, so that you are writing an essay for me and not the whole class. Don't want to make you unpopular right on your first day."

Dean swallowed hard and nodded. "T-Thanks sir."

Mr. Crowley rolled his eyes and waved a hand towards the class. "Yeah, yeah whatever now go and sit down next to Novak."

Novak? Wait...

Deans eyes wandered across the room until he found the free spot next to ... the black haired boy from before. He swallowed hard and walked up to the table.

Yes he was screwed.