WARNINGS: Allusions to sexual fantasies, bullying, homophobic language.

Thanks to everyone who commented, followed, and put me on alert. I really wasn't expecting this to be popular? It was mostly something I just threw together, but here's a second chapter anyway... I'm probably going to be really busy with the DCBB for any sort of timely update the next time around, but who knows maybe I'll get antsy and want a distraction? By the way, is anyone interested in being my beta for the DC bigbang, I'm really desperate... so if anyone is interested send me a message and I'll tell you more? (Oh and btw, that was my locker combination in high school. I still remember too. ;) )

Oh! And P.S. An explanation of sorts for the title, maybe, it doesn't mean anything, just think of it as sort of a codeword. Instead of naming it untitled when I saved it to my computer I named it Zebra so that I would remember which story it was, so the title is just a joke going off that. Sorry if I was confusing?

"I... umm... no?" he gaped at the man before him- he hadn't age a single day, or rather it was as if Castiel had woken up in his high school dreams. Although usually in these fantasies he was naked, and Dean had a lot less clothes on too.

Dean grinned at his awkwardness, "Come on dude, shake a leg. Gotta get Sam to school on time." Castiel just stared at him as Dean collected his backpack and started shoving random books into it.

Before Castiel could really register what he was doing he reached out and grabbed a hold of Dean's arm. Dean was like a magnet and his center of gravity was drawing Castiel in and he couldn't help but reach out and touch. Dean looked at him questioningly "Cas?" He was clearly concerned at his best friend's unusual behavior.

"I uh... I'm not feeling so good. I think I'm going to stay home." There was no way he was going to spend all day in high school- he'd left that world behind a long time ago.

Dean furrowed his brow and stared at his best friend. "Dude you okay? You never stay home from school Cas." Dean placed the back of his hand on Castiel's forehead and the contact sent shivers down his spine. It had been a long time since he'd been Cas and he'd spent a long time compartmentalizing and sublimating those feelings. With one look at Dean he felt his reservations crumbling and at one touch he felt himself gravitating towards Dean till his nose was pressed into his shoulder. He didn't stop and think or consider the consequences of his actions. He couldn't remember whether or not this intimate touch was 'ok' for their relationship or not. All he could think about was Dean's smell enveloping him and the security that once offered.

Dean gently pushed back on his shoulder "Woah dude, we talked about this, personal space remember? You get so clingy when you're not feeling well." Castiel fell back as if stung. Even though Dean's words were spoken with affection they still left him with nerves reeling. Dean studied his face and Cas couldn't help dropping his sight to the ground, dejected. He remembered how he would always look Dean head on and they would often stare into one another's eyes in a way that Cas had often mistaken as lovingly. He felt as though his refusal to meet Dean's eyes now might be a giveaway that he did not quite belong, that he was not the Cas that Dean held affections for. And yet he could not bring himself to meet Dean's eyes. The old burn that lived in his heart still met him in those eyes. "Cas? You ok buddy? Are you really not feeling well?"

Castiel bit his lip. He didn't want to have to face down high school again. He remembered it as being- painful. But he couldn't help but want to spend this time with Dean. He felt as though this could be another chance, he wasn't quite sure what that woman had meant or how he could change things, but he wanted to spend time with Dean. He wanted so much. He smiled slightly as he finally allowed himself to look at Dean. He was still beautiful to Castiel's older mind. He didn't usually find himself attracted to teenagers, but being back in his own teenage body was as if all the adolescent hormones had returned.

He smiled sweetly at Dean, averting his eyes shyly, "I think I'll be ok."

Dean grinned "Good, than let's shake a leg. Sam's waiting." Dean shouldered his backpack and grabbed him by the arm- dragging him down the stairs and out the door.

The house looked so familiar, so many bad memories, mixed in with brief moments of happiness floating in those halls. Cas briefly thought about his father- if everything was back like when he was in high school, and Dean was here, did that mean his father was here too? He tried to focus on the grip of Dean's hand on his arm- staving off near panic.

When they got outside Dean's car was waiting. A classic 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Castiel sometimes dreamed of that car. He had had dreams of it pulling up in front of his apartment and rescuing him. Sometimes in his dreams he was a teenager again and him and Dean drove away, leaving together. In other dreams Dean took him in the backseat. These dreams varied as much as his other dreams. Sometimes he was a teenager and sometimes he was a grown man, and sometimes Dean was all grown up. His unconscious mind would fill in the blanks. Sometimes Dean would be slow and tender, sometimes he would be frantic and passionate, and sometimes Cas would ride him. Every time Dean would hold hims afterward and tell him how he always loved him and he cared about him more than anyone and wanted to hold him forever.

Getting into the front seat of the Impala a voice from the back pulled him from his fantasies. "Hey Cas! How are you this morning?"

Castiel looked at the familiar young boy in the back seat, same floppy brown hair, same curious eyes, same overpowering sense of loyalty. The younger Winchester was always too kind and compassionate for the lifestyle he was raised in. Even after Castiel had left and severed all ties to his childhood life, even after the fight, Sam still tried to contact him once. He had called him one night several months after the fact. In his surprise Castiel had actually answered the phone and was in the middle of reassuring the younger Winchester that he was just fine when he heard yelling from the other line and a rushed "I gotta go" from Sam before the phone was hung up. Dean had found his little brother trying to call his former best friend and had put an end to it. Castiel had never had contact with either of the Winchester brothers after that.

Castiel smiled to the younger boy now, "I am doing well, thank you Samuel."

Sam laughed and told Castiel to call him Sam, just like he did every morning when they were younger. Dean slid into the drivers seat and turned on the radio. Loud rock music drifted through the dense air, and Castiel found it to be quite peaceful. He forgot how much he missed this. Sam hollered at Dean to lower the music from the back seat and Dean ignored him in favor of turning it up. Castiel rode to school with a small smile on his face as he watched the brothers interact.

Once inside the school Castiel was surprised to know he remembered his locker combination. Dean followed him to his locker and he spun the dial, 36-13-23. For some reason he was very shocked to see the contents of his locker to be exactly the same. He didn't know why he would be shocked when everything else was also the same, but there was something about this, this unchanging force that really got to him. He found it was suddenly hard to breath, and his heart clenched. So this was really happening. The only thing that kept him from outright crying was the fact that he could tell that Dean was studying him carefully. "You ok buddy? Are you really actually sick?"

"I'm fine Dean." Castiel took a deep breath to calm himself before shifting his backpack to the front to see what books he had with him. Surprisingly it took a great deal more effort to remember what classes he actually had at this point in his life.

"Ok, I gotta go, take care of my own locker. I'll see you at lunch, kay?" Dean slapped him on the shoulder as he walked off. That's right, Cas and Dean never did have classes together because Cas was always in advanced placement and Dean was always barely passing... Castiel watched his retreating back as he walked off towards his own locker. He was wearing that leather jacket again. Cas sometimes had dreams where Dean would strip him bare and than put his own leather jacket on him and than lick every inch of his exposed skin. Castiel shivered at the thought, and realized he'd most likely just been staring off at his best friend with lust filled eyes. That fact was confirmed to him when a figure shoved him into his locker from behind.

"Drooling after your boyfriend fag?" Castiel tried to pull himself up but the boy just pushed him in again. This happened three more times before Castiel finally gave up, he hated being weak again. He heard distant laughing from behind him, most likely his tormentors friends. He couldn't remember the name of this particular bully, he had had too many to remember each of them individually, but he knew he was on the football team with Dean. He would be one of the boys involved in eventually betraying him to Dean. The thought made him set his jaw and grit his teeth. If he was only a little stronger... a little faster... he would punch this guy right here right now. Maybe than he'd think twice about his later actions. But before Castiel could even attempt to gather some hidden strength the bell rang, and the boys released Castiel to go off to their own classes.

Castiel grabbed his books and made it to his English classroom, he was relatively sure that was his first class. He found an inconspicuous seat in the back and buried his face in his hands. "Rough morning, Love?" A slimy British accent floated to his ears, and he felt a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

He snapped his head up and pushed the hand off, "Get off of me." He glared at Crowley, the devil himself that had made his senior year of high school hell.

"Oh don't be that way kitten." Crowley winked at Castiel and he felt a shiver run down his spine. Castiel really should just punch him now, save his teenage self some grief...