– Hey there. You seem a bit lost, are you alright? – said the boy with sun kissed cheeks and the greenest eyes that Castiel has ever seen.

It took the young boy a minute before he realised the tall guy was talking to him. He flushed and answered quickly, stuttering a bit.

– Y-yeah, I'm okay. It's just... I'm new here.

– Oh. I really have never seen you around. Well, my name's Dean. You?

– Ah. I'm Castiel. – he said, lifting his arm so they could shake hands. He noticed the other boy also covered his wrists. –Are you a freshman too?

– What? No, no – Dean answered, grinning – I'm already on my last year. Hey, I can show you the building if you want. We still have about 10 minutes before the first period starts.

Castiel thought about it for a second. The handsome boy was being really nice, so why not?

– Uh... okay, then.

– Sammy, you will not believe what happened today. – said Dean as soon as Sam got into their car to go home. The '67 Chevy Impala was a birthday gift for both of them, but it was clear that Dean was way fonder of it than Sam; he even called the car "Baby".

– What? And stop calling me "Sammy", dude. – Said Sam, frowning at his brother.

Dean brushed him off and continued, as he started the engine and pulled out of the school's huge parking lot.

– I met this freshman at the cafeteria today before class. He has the bluest eyes I've ever seen. – Dean widened his eyes to strengthen his statement.

– Yeah? So what? – Sam sounded kind of uninterested.

– Whoa, whoa, okay. I just thought I could tell my brother anything, but apparently...

Now Sam was pissed. – Oh, Dean, c'mon. I didn't understand where you were going with it, that's all. Jerk.

– Bitch! – Dean said instinctively, and both of them laughed out loud.

– Anyway – Dean proceeded, turning left on a street – He has a really "exotic" name, too. Castiel. – He said the name slowly – Have you ever heard anything like that?

Dean was trying to play it cool, but deep down he knew he liked the way the boy's name felt on his lips. He enjoyed every letter.

– Wait, Castiel? – Sam asked, squinting his eyes. – Oh! That was the guy who entered my Algebra class today by mistake. – Said Sam, remembering what happened earlier. – When he realized, he left so quickly he almost tripped. Everyone laughed at him, but I felt sorry for the boy.

– Wow. That's bad, since he's new and everything. – Now Dean was blushing, not even he knew why; but prayed for Sam not to notice.

However, Sam was looking outside the car's window, enjoying the wind blowing softly on his face. His thoughts were many miles away.

Dean turned left again and soon they were in front of the big yellow house at the end of the street. He parked and got out of the car with Sam, entering home. Inside, the air was filled with the scent of a pie being baked. It was Dean's favourite dessert, and Mary just loved to give her kids joy.

John and Mary were on the living room's couch, watching a movie on TV. Sam sat down beside them, but Dean just left out a quick "goodnight" and rushed upstairs, to his room.

Once laying on his bed, Dean looked up at the four walls, acknowledging how many band posters he had pinned on them. But he knew his brain was overtaken by big, bright blue eyes. He hid his head under a pillow, remembering everything that happened in the morning.

– That's the main hall, where every student is obligated to go through to get to any class. We call it "The Bagel" because, well. You see. – Dean said, opening his arms at the middle of the circular hall, full of students.

Castiel nodded, with a tiny smile on his lips. He looked around and saw many lockers and many doors. The school was surely bigger than his old one.

His eyes laid on the boy before him. Dean had strong arms and bowed legs, Castiel noticed. He was caught staring and both of them blushed hard, each pretending they did not see the redness on the other's cheeks.

– So – Dean started, rubbing the back of his neck – Down the corridor are the bathrooms and the gym. And behind the cafeteria, from where we came, there's this big ass door that leads to - well, basically nothing. – He left out a small laugh.

– What do you mean? – Castiel asked, tilting his head a little (which Dean honestly found kind of cute).

– It-It's just an open area with some wooden benches. But only losers go there. Or couples, so they can make out. – Dean answered, a playful smile on his face.

– Oh. – Castiel was smiling too, but he looked down, trying to avoid the other boy's warm eyes.

At that moment the bell rang, and another wave of students flood the corridors to get to their classes. Castiel freaked out for a minute, but Dean grabbed his arm softly.

– Hey, I have to go now. French is already hard, I don't want to make Mrs. Tran hate me for getting there late. – Dean was laughing just so he could calm Castiel down. – I'll see you later, okay Cas?

But he didn't wait for an answer, letting go of the boy's arm and rushing to class.

Castiel was left standing there, with a dumb smile on his lips. He have never had a nickname before (only Gabriel used to call him Cassie). "Cas". He liked it. Perhaps he was growing fond of Dean. "As friends, of course" he thought.

– Honey? Dinner's ready! – Mary shouted from downstairs.

That brought Dean back to real life, and he got up to change clothes. While putting on his pajamas pants, he thought about Castiel again. There was no doubt, that guy was pretty cool; being friends with him would surely be nice. It was a pity they didn't meet again during the day, mostly because Dean was dragged by Jo and Charlie to lunch at a pizza place nearby, which ended up with them getting late to the third period.

– Dean! – This time it was John who shouted, and Dean knew if he didn't get there in less than a minute, he would be grounded for a week.

– Coming! – He shouted back, already rushing to the stairs.