A/N Hey guys, so it's finally here, chapter three of a thousand years. Hope everyone is still enjoying and have been eagerly awaiting the next chapter with vigour. I'll leave you now to enjoy.

Summary

Meet Dean Winchester, a junior at William McKinley High School and an altogether unpopular guy. Meet Castiel Novak, youngest brother of the famous Novak clan who seem to rule the school, can anything become of them with Castiel at the top of the social food chain and Dean not existing in their eyes. And if so, what obstacles will turn up in their way? Warning Dean is OOC. Eventual Destiel and Pre-Established Klaine.

A Thousand Years

Dean's P.O.V.

Chapter 3

Sophmore Year – 2012

"Dean, come on. I don't want to be late on my first day"

The sounds from above of my younger brother, Sam Winchester or as I liked to call him Sammy (though he always told me off for it) thundering down the stairs had me instantly sit up in my bed, my hands coming up to comb through my thick dirty blonde hair despite the fact that I already knew that it would do no good and that I would end up having to go to for a shower before I could even begin to look presentable.

Rolling my eyes at the ceiling, almost as if trying to silently tell Sam to shut up so I could maybe get some more sleep - despite knowing already that there was no way in hell that I was going to get anymore sleep what with Sam running around like a mad elephant on speed and what with the thought of Castiel in my dreams everytime I closed my eyes – I started to shrug my shoulders back and forth in my bed slowly, trying my hardest to find out how they were feeling and after a quick check showed me that they were still tender, I started to slowly get out of bed, aware of the fact that despite my shoulders, my whole body still wasn't exactly up to scratch. (Why, what happened? You say, well I'll tell you.)

On the last day of Freshmen year, just hours before the final bell was supposed to ring signalling the end of school for seven weeks and the beginning of summer, Lucifer had 'accidentally' pushed me down the stairs cause apparently I was taking too long when moving from English class to Maths class (but seriously, who wants to be on time for Maths?) and I had ended up in crutches for the first few weeks of summer vacation which in turn had led to me not being able to enjoy summer vacation what with the constant fear nagging me inside with the knowledge that it was only a mere matter of weeks before I would see the bullies again and it scared me to hell.

Once I had finally gotten myself up and out of bed, I silently padded into the hall, thanking a god that I didn't really believe in that I didn't bump into any other members of my family as I crossed into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door quickly behind me as I slowly pulled off my long sleeve red pyjama top, wincing as the cotton material rubbed against my still fading bruises just as I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror.

I looked different.

And not just moving up from Freshmen to Sophmore year different, I actually looked like I had aged about ten years in two days.

My eyes were hollow and red from crying myself to sleep at the thought that I was too afraid to enter William McKinley High School when I knew that I would see the Novak's and their crew and they would pick on me again just like any other day and they wouldn't stop until I was on the floor in a corner, red faced and bleeding profusely whilst I silently tried to tell myself that it was all going to be okay when I knew truthfully inside that it wasn't going to be okay, nothing was ever going to be okay again.

Turning away from the mirror that second, I could only shiver as I pulled my pyjama bottoms off my small frame, eyes widening in shock at the sight of more bruises than I thought there actually was lingering over my thighs and down my legs where I had been scratched up from my fall down the stairs.

Hitting the button for the shower that instantly began to blast down currents of icy cold water, I shook my head a couple of times before jumping in, biting down on my tongue to stop the screams escaping my mouth as the water seeped into my cuts and bruises.

This was going to be one hell of a year.

"Welcome back William McKinley High School class of 2012"

That was the first thing that I heard as soon as I stepped foot inside the building known as William McKinley High School whilst silently thinking to myself how I could possibly hide myself away in some dark corner of the world so that Lucifer, Gabriel and Michael would never be able to find me when I suddenly found myself getting pulled into a rather large hug and having to hide my small wince as I hugged the person back, thankful to see them.

When I pulled back from the hug, I could only smile to myself as I noticed how Jo Harvelle - one of my closet friends and altogether main rock for helping me get through high school so far – hadn't really changed all that much.

Her hair was still blonde if not just a little bit longer and she was dressed to kill in a green tank-top, black jeans that made sure to show off her slim legs and light trainers.

"Dean. I've missed you so much, how come you didn't come out to Kurt's BBQ party?" Jo asked, slapping me on the back playfully as we started to walk and I could only shrug my shoulders in reply, fighting the wince that I was sure was trying its hardest to work its way onto my face.

I knew the real reason why I hadn't come to the BBQ party, the real reason was that because I knew Kurt Hummel, one of my other major friends whom I was also in the glee club, New Directions with, too well and I also knew that Kurt's BBQ party would involve swimming which would include having to take t-shirts off and have fun in the pool despite knowing that Kurt himself would never go in the pool himself as he didn't want to mess up his complexion by getting himself burned and so would stay under a umbrella whilst everyone enjoyed themselves and that was something I just couldn't deal with.

I couldn't go out to a BBQ party at Kurt's house, knowing that everyone would expect me to join in on the festivities and jump into the pool. I couldn't do that knowing that the second I pulled my top off, everyone would most likely demand to know what had happened to me and I couldn't exactly explain myself without giving away the fact that this had been happening all year cause I knew that everyone else would just jump to conclusions and think that I was lying to them when I was but not for the reasons that they expected.

I was doing it for their own good, I was trying to protect them from getting hurt themselves. I couldn't face it if one of my friends got hurt trying to protect me.

"Dean!" Jo demanded, making me realize that I had completely spaced out on anything that she had been saying the whole time we had been walking and it was only now that I realized that we had reached my locker and I had yet to take anything out of it.

"Sorry Jo. I just completely spaced out there. What were you saying?" I replied, trying my hardest to be nice and try to tune in to what Jo was saying when all I could really do was wait for the moment when the Novak's would come into the high school with their crew and I knew that it would be high time for me to be careful since they made it their main mission in life to make sure that I was always miserable in school and be afraid of them forever.

Starting to spin in my locker combination, I silently listened (occasionally replying with small grunts of 'uh uh' and other things) as Jo blabbered on about all the amazing things that she had been doing during the summer and how much fun she had had at Kurt's BBQ party when I finally heard the click indicating that my locker combination was correct and I pulled up the handle, turning the door towards myself and next second, I was hissing and spitting in shock and agony as a large slushie was lunged straight into my face, and I could nothing but stand still, still hissing and spitting out the orange flavour that had landed in my mouth and eyes whilst in the background, I could hear the laughter of the other students as they all stopped to watch me fight off the cold slushie that I was so sure was starting to drip into my shirt and onto my bruises.

Slamming my locker shut and wiping at my eyes, I hurried away from Jo, not even bothering to look back to see if anyone was following me as I slammed straight into the bathroom door, hearing it slam back against the wall inside as I stopped right at the sink, aware of the fact that I was the only one inside at the current moment and that I was absolutely drenched from head to foot in the slushie that had attacked me from inside my locker.

Shaking my head and wiping at my eyes again, I pulled the tap on, letting the warm water cascade down into the basin as I slowly tried to calm my breathing down, aware of the fact that I couldn't be seen crying in school like this now for even though there was no-one currently in the bathroom with me right now, in maybe five or more minutes, this place could be swarming with guys coming in to piss about before class or catch up with their friends after a long time of not seeing them and I had finally managed to calm my breath when the bathroom door opened and I heard the falling of two pair of feet but then right away they stopped and before I could fully begin to understand what was happening, one of the pairs of feet was approaching me and turning me around quickly with a touch that I could immediately tell was friendly.

And I was right for not two seconds later, I felt my head being pushed back into the sink and a careful hand caressing my hair as the person in question worked the slushie out of it, before moving quickly on to wipe at my face with something and soon enough I found that I could actually open my eyes and I did so slowly, seeing that the person in question who was helping me was someone that I had not seen in too long.

"Kurt?" I croaked out, my eyes slowly starting to shine again with the fact that one of my friends had come to my rescue when Kurt just smiled at me and continued to wash the slushie out of my hair just as I heard the second pair of feet approach me and I looked up to my right, seeing Blaine Anderson, Kurt's boyfriend and altogether probably one of the nicest guys at school, standing there, his dark hair plastered back away from his face just like always and dressed down today in a red short sleeve t-shirt and dark jeans that fit rather snugly against his legs making me wonder if Kurt had picked out his outfit for him.

A couple of seconds later, Kurt had finished washing the slushie out and I was finally able to stand up straight again, wincing slightly as my back cracked softly making my bruises stretch together more predominately but right away, I ignored the pain as Kurt's face was right in front of mine, looking me over and trying to see if everything was okay.

"What on earth happened Dean?" Kurt blasted out right away, after having apparently seeing no problems with my face and was just now demanding to see what had happened to cause me to appear in this state.

"Jo approached us in the hall not ten minutes ago saying that you had run off after being slushied and that she couldn't find you at all. What was so bad with that slushie that you found that you had to abandon you're best friend in the middle of the hall like that?"

Kurt seemed to have finished there and I was ready to reply when Blaine opened his mouth instead.

"What Kurt means is that we were really worried about you and just wondered where you had gotten to. Who slushied you anyway?"

Once again, I opened my mouth to speak but found once again that my words were cut off as Kurt butted in.

"Blaine. Don't put words in my mouth, but seriously who slushied you Dean?"

"No-one slushied me in general" I finally got out, all too aware of the double look of confusion that I received from Kurt and Blaine at that statement so I found that I had no choice but to continue and tell them what had happened despite really not wanting to.

"I just opened my locker this morning and the slushie came right towards me. I had no time to prepare myself for it."

When I finished speaking, Kurt and Blaine immediately went to say something at the same time but ended up stopping again at the same time and double looks of anger and confusion started to cross their features at almost exactly the same time.

"Don't guys" I continued, upon seeing the looks on their faces, it wouldn't do any good anyway to even think about standing up to the bullies, it would do nothing but cause Kurt and Blaine to start being bullied even more than they currently were just because they were a gay couple at the school and the rest of the students at William McKinley couldn't understand that and bullied them because of it.

It just wasn't worth Kurt and Blaine being involved in the bullying too.

I could see right away that Kurt and Blaine wanted to disagree with me here on this subject but that second the bell rang for the beginning of class (saved by the bell, thank god, I said to myself) and I could do nothing but bid the two a quick goodbye as I hurried back out of the bathroom and up the corridor, taking the stairs two at a time as I tried my hardest to get to my home-room on time despite all ready having a feeling that I was going to be late and I was proved correct for not only two seconds later, I found myself being shoved side-ways, my side slamming straight into the lockers and I could do nothing more but cry out in pain as my feet slid out from under me as I barrelled straight into the locker before quickly looking up to see Lucifer Novak laughing his head off as he walked away towards his own home-room flanked as usual by Raphael Santiago and Michael Novak, two people that I hated more than I hated Lucifer himself.

Leaning against the lockers for a couple more seconds, trying to understand just why it had to always be me that got the full bout of the bullying from those guys, I tried to calm my breathing down again, knowing that it would do no good to walk into home-room looking like I had just been crying my eyes out, that would only cause the bullies to laugh even more when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and could only look up slowly, slightly afraid of the fact that it could be Lucifer or any one of those guys back for round two but I instantly became relaxed when I saw who it was.

Chuck Shurley.

Chuck was one of those guys who was considered to be a complete nerd due to the fact that he usually always had his face half hidden in a book or was writing down some new notes for whatever crazy story he was working on this time.

But despite all this, Chuck Shurley was a really good friend of mine and we had been friends ever since Freshmen year when I had accidentally bumped into Chuck in the halls when running away from Lucifer and the other cronies who had been wanting to dump me in the trash-cans and I really didn't want that to happen, so I had ran and next second before I even could fully comprehend it, I had been barrelling straight forward and in the next, I was done on the ground with someone else underneath me and a load of papers lying about us.

Right away, I had jumped up, afraid that I had hurt the person in question when I noticed that the guy was actually all okay, he wasn't hurt at all, he actually looked more shocked that all his papers had fallen rather than the fact that he had fallen.

"I'm so sorry" I instantly blurted out with, bending down to pick up the fallen papers whilst the guy in-front slowly dusted himself off and came to a standstill with a small smile crossing his face as I continued to pick up the fallen papers until finally I had them all back in my hand and was handing them back to the guy.

"Once again, I'm really sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and so that happened. And I'm going to shut up now. My name's Dean."

Despite being absolutely embarrassed beyond belief that I had just rambled on a load of crap to the same guy I had knocked down, I couldn't help but feel that this guy seemed okay as he took the papers from my hand and quickly stuffed them into the book bag around his shoulder, a small laugh escaping him.

"It's cool man. I wasn't watching where I was going either so we're both at fault there. Name's Chuck. Chuck Shurley" Chuck stuck his own hand at towards me indicating that I was to shake it which I quickly did, smiling back at Chuck before noticing Chuck frown at me in the next second.

"So, if you don't mind me asking why were you running so fast anyway? I'm pretty sure everyone is heading towards Maths now and that's not exciting at all. In-fact isn't Maths at the other end of the hall?"

Before I could even begin to explain myself to Chuck, I heard loud running steps behind me followed by a loud shout of my last name indicating that Lucifer and the others had caught up to me and before I knew what I was doing, I had taken off at a run, leaving Chuck standing there, small frown on his face as I continued to run, intent on not letting the others catch up to me.

"Dean? You okay?" The sound of Chuck's voice in my ear followed closely by a quick shake of my whole body brought me out of my memories and back up to Chuck's face, a brave grin etching itself over my face.

"Yeah. I'm fine Chuck, just slipped on my way to Maths, it's nothing new" I replied, laughing as Chuck quickly gave me a quizzical look as if he didn't really believe me then he suddenly just sighed and grabbed my hand, pulling me up to my feet again with a small, soft slap on my back that I quickly returned and before I knew it, we were heading towards our home-room.

I was lucky enough that I shared my home-room with Chuck for when we walked almost ten minutes later, Chuck just kindly explained to the teacher in question what had happened whilst I headed over to my chair, sinking down into it and pulling my bag off my shoulder to maybe catch up with some last minute reading when I heard silent sniggering coming from the left corner of the room and I slowly turned round, already having half an idea as to who it would be.

And I was right, for just that second my eyes came into contact with Lucifer Novak, Raphael Santiago and Michael Novak all sitting huddled together in the corner of the room, sniggering under their breaths like petulant school children and every so often Lucifer would point right at me and then imitate falling in his chair and the whole group would crack up into laughter once again.

I was saved some misery that second as I felt a body drop down beside me and next second I heard Chuck mumble under his breath to just ignore them because they were just ignorant dicks who cared too much about their reputation.

And the thing was, I knew Chuck was right, they were dicks, but it didn't erase the fact that I was scared of them and what they said about me when I wasn't there to bear witness to it.

The bell rang ten minutes later and I picked my schedule up off the table that the teacher had handed out whilst I had been too busy staring at towards Lucifer's table and right away I noticed that I had quite some good classes.

Science, Maths, English, Free Period (Which would be taken up by glee club), Geography, Wood-shop and another free period which I knew would be another glee club meeting.

Smiling at this, I placed my schedule into my pocket, lifted up my bag and waited for Chuck who was busy stuffing his many notes back into his bag for his newest book that he was writing and once ready, we walked out of the class and started making our way downstairs, me heading towards Science whilst Chuck had English first so we wouldn't be in the same English class which sucked.

"You know I've read some of you're stories Chuck, you should really get some of you're stuff published" I brought up - once again just like any other day with a conversation with Chuck about his books, it was true, I had read Chuck's stories and they were amazing. Something supernatural about two brothers who hunted different kinds of monsters, the brothers ironically being named after myself and my young brother Sam and the book that Chuck was currently working on had the two brothers being joined in their missions by an angel named Castiel – as we headed downstairs, aware of the crowd swarming around us, intent on getting to their own classes on time.

"I don't know Dean" Chuck instantly, a hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck, a sure sign that he was nervous and didn't really want to talk about it, but I couldn't help but be nosy.

"The story doesn't even make sense sometimes and I'm sure I just made it up from something I dreamed about, I mean come on, there are no such things as Werewolfs, Ghouls or half the monsters that I make up in my books and seriously angels? They don't exist."

"But Chuck" I badgered, trying to get Chuck to understand once again that that was what the general vicinity wanted now, a story that was different and kept them entertained.

"Just because it doesn't exist doesn't mean that it wouldn't make a great book and who knows maybe even an amazing TV show as well. You just need to get your stuff out there and get noticed."

Chuck scratched the back of his neck again quickly before with a quick shake of his head the conversation was once again dropped and we headed to class in silence, stopping only to give a quick goodbye to each other as I walked into my Science class of the day to see that not many people were currently in the class and that also there was a spot in the middle of the classroom that I quickly nabbed, knowing that it was better to sit near the middle of the class so you wouldn't be bullied for being a nerd and also you wouldn't be distracted by the lower grade people in the class who just wanted to carry on and distract everything.

Giving a quick smile to myself, I pulled my bag off my shoulder again, stuffing it down underneath the table I was sat at before changing my mind and I quickly pulled it up again, pulling out a notepad and pen for taking notes and then shoving my bag back under the desk again with a small, satisfied smile on my face.

Five minutes passed and more people started to come into the classroom including Kurt and Blaine who gave me a quick smile and wave which I returned before they headed over to the next set of tables to sit down giving me a chance to talk to the two before classes started.

"So we bumped into Chuck on the way here. Apparently you were trying to make him sell his book again" Blaine said as he pulled out his own notepad and pen from his bag and a small bottle of water that he quickly unscrewed the top off, took a quick gulp and then passed it to Kurt who smiled his thanks and took a drink too whilst I silently chuckled to myself.

"Oh I wish, I was just trying to get Chuck to get his idea out there. He's too much off a bookworm to really go out and try and sell some many copies of his book."

Blaine gave me a small chuckle in return before taking the water back and offering me the bottle in question but I shook my head no, I was okay plus I was pretty sure that my stomach still didn't feel exactly great after the run in with the lockers earlier.

Another couple of minutes passed and I was ready to fall asleep with my head on the desk when the last person I ever expected to walk into the Science classroom walked in and I could only sit up in confusion as Castiel Novak walked in dressed just like usual in his way too big trench-coat but this time he was wearing a white shirt and black jeans that my eyes instantly turned to as Castiel turned round to take his trench-coat off and hang it up on one of the pegs by the door before turning back round to the front of the class and I flushed in embarrassment at the fact that I could have been caught staring when I realized almost at the same time as Castiel that the only available seat in the room was right next to me.

But next second, I had to hold my breath as Castiel passed by me and plopped himself down onto the chair next to mine, pulling his book bag off his shoulder and placing it on the floor by his feet before quickly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and leaning over to open his bag whilst I quickly turned away, trying not to look at how good Castiel's ass looked in those jeans as he pulled his stuff out and I heard him clear his throat as he softly placed the items down onto the table just as Blaine turned round to me, a smile on his face that immediately had me worried.

"Hey Dean. So what you thinking about singing today in glee club?" Blaine said with a small smile and I smiled back, tapping my nose to tell him it was none of his business and turning back round to see Castiel staring straight at the back of my head like he had been listening into my conversation with Blaine.

"Hi" I said softly, feeling my heart speed up right away at the thought that I was talking to my crush, well rather the love of my life who I was pretty sure didn't see me as anything other than the guy he gave a lift to once in Freshmen year.

"Hello Dean" Castiel replied in his deep, gruff voice and I flushed red at the fact that Castiel actually remembered my name before inwardly hitting myself on the back of my head, trying to stop myself from acting like a pure girl.

"How was you're summer?" I asked, picking up my pen for something to do and I noticed how Castiel's eyes followed my every move from picking up the pen to playing with it in my hands and as I put the pen to my lip, chewing on it in nervousness.

"It was satisfactory. My family took a trip out to New York to see my aunt and uncle and I stayed home, finishing off term papers and sending off college applications" Castiel replied, eyes moving down and away towards his notebook that seemed to be in perfect shape but Castiel started to move his hand down and over it anyway, straightening out non-existent creases.

Before I could ask Castiel anything else, the teacher, Mrs Milton walked in to begin the class and I found myself becoming distracted as Castiel flipped opened his notepad that second and begin to write things down in small writing before I snapped out of it just in time to realize that I should be doing just the same thing.

We were well into a few pages of notes when Mrs Milton called the class to attention and I put my pen down with a satisfied sigh, seeing out of the corner of my eye that Castiel was still writing furiously before he too put his pen down and Mrs Milton walked to the front of the class.

Mrs Milton was a young teacher of about thirty eight or so with shoulder length fiery red hair and green eyes that just made boys go weak at the knees.

Well most boys anyway, however Kurt, Blaine and myself definitely didn't seeing as how Kurt and Blaine were gay and also a couple and I myself only had my eyes on one guy, the same guy who was sitting beside me, smelling of some strong aftershave and was looking at Mrs Milton but more with a look of interest at what was being talked about rather than anything else that I was instantly glad of.

"Okay guys and girls" Mrs Milton instantly said after gathering our attention and I groaned within, Mrs Milton was about to assign us assignments for Science that would most likely take up the first half of the semester and I was proved correct for that second, Mrs Milton started to explain the assignment which was to do a scientific theory with the person sitting next to you for the next couple of months by getting to know that person better and sitting with him or her throughout lunch and hanging out after school and at the weekends.

Immediately I gulped silently at the thought whilst beside me Castiel was still writing on almost as if unaware of what had just occurred in the room and I could do nothing but look back at Mrs Milton, waiting for her to announce that it was all a joke and that we didn't need to do this (because I was pretty sure that if I had to spend too long in Castiel's presence, I would break down and probably end up acting upon my feelings for Castiel and that was something that I definitely couldn't do when Castiel was part of the popular crowd and I was a small nerd who wasn't noticed by anyone.

But Mrs Milton didn't stop to say it was all a joke, she just continued on as normal, stopping at large to inform us that we should all exchange numbers to ensure we had as much communication as possible and before I knew what was happening, I had Castiel's phone in my hand and Castiel had my phone and we were exchanging numbers.

After I had entered the number and saved it with my name, I felt a small shiver of something in the pit of my stomach that soon I would have Castiel's number and I could text him anytime I wanted.

In the same second, I felt my phone being passed back into my hand and I quickly handed Castiel back his, a small shiver of sparks hurtling through my arm when our hands touched and I quickly retracted mine, a small blush making its way up my neck just as Mrs Milton called class to a end indicating that we were to start talking and take the fifteen minutes to get to know one another.

"So Dean, what are you're hobbies then?" Castiel asked me and I immediately had to hide the small snigger that threatened to bubble up from my throat at how bad Castiel was at trying to start a conversation.

"My hobbies are mostly non-existent" I replied, catching a small head tilt of confusion that I really tried my hardest not to find cute in the slightest.

"I look after my brother a lot but I do have glee club most days which is fun. It gives me a chance to let loose and just be myself and enjoy things by singing about them."

As I was speaking, I couldn't help but notice how Castiel kept eye contact with me and so for the next fifteen minutes, we started to learn a couple more things about each other.

Castiel's favourite pastime was reading and he loved chocolate coated cereal above all others but his uncle wouldn't allow him to have them in the house as he saw them as leading to an early grave.

I also found out that both myself and Castiel shared a love for music and we spent five or so minutes talking energetically about the bands we liked and hated and before I knew it, the bell was ringing for the end of class and I started to pack up my stuff slowly, trying to stay behind with Castiel for as long as possible just to ask him if he was wanting to sit with me at lunch when Castiel turned round to me.

"Hey Dean, would it be quite alright with you if I sat with you and you're friends at lunch so we may continue our conversations. I still don't agree that Def Leppard could beat AC/DC in good music?"

Hearing the question come so quickly and randomly from Castiel's mouth had me hold my breath for a couple of seconds, trying to understand if I heard it correctly before I smiled and told Castiel that was fine with me and Castiel gave me a quick smile in return before moving past me and out into the corridor, stopping to grab his trench-coat first and I could do nothing but watch him go, eyes wide in shock and amazement at how much I had spoken to Castiel in our conversation and I found that I just really couldn't wait for lunch when we would continue our conversation and I might find out more about him.

"Come on lover boy, let's go" I heard from behind me as Blaine linked an arm around my shoulder with laughter that I rolled my eyes at, playfully whacking his shoulder in return as we walked out of the classroom and towards the next, my mind already flying ahead to lunch time and how great altogether it was going to be.

A/N End Of Chapter 3 here guys. Hope you all have enjoyed it once more and next chapter should be up shortly where we will get to see Dean and Castiel at lunch and a surprise performance from Dean. Stay tuned for more guys.

Until then

OurLittleCornerOfTheWorld xx