Castiel's POV

Cas hated his first class, it was English, which seemed like a completely useless class to take in a country that speaks English. What was the point of learning English if you already speak it? This class would be much more useless in another country, such as Russia, Germany, or Brazil. But in the United States? Useless. He told Gabriel about this during the time in between classes and Gabe's reaction was "English? In an English country? Why not teach them French? Or Italian?"
Maybe it's because they were angels who know everything except why humans do the things they do, but they didn't understand, or like this English in an English country thing. Hopefully it'll make sense to them before they get let back into heaven.

"Class, little brother." Gabe nudged Cas and Cas stood there looking at his brother questionably. "I saw other humans doing it. I'm trying to blend in."

"Oh." And Cas nudges him back with his elbow. "I'll see you later, I suppose, brother."

"Yeah. Catch ya later, lil' bro." Gabe lightly hit Cas in the back as he walked away, causing Cas to turn around and glare at his brother who was no longer looking. After a moment, he remembers that he has class now and that he should try to find the room. He walks in just as another bell rings loudly across the building.

"Hello?" A large man with graying hair and thick eyebrows sits on a desk in front of a green board. "Can I help you?"

"I am new here. . . I have a class here. . . History?" Cas hands his schedule over to the man and waits.

"Cool, what's your name, kid?"

"Caseson Smith."

The man hands the schedule back to Cas and stands up beside him, loosely putting his arm over Castiel's shoulder. "Cool, well guys, this is -"

Just then the door opens and a blondish brown hair walks in, slumped and looking upset or angry at something. He doesn't look up he just walks into the classroom and walks right into Cas. Cas expects him to say something, as he was knocked over some bit by the boy, but the boy just walks down to an empty desk in the back of the room.

"Great of you to join us, Dean." The teacher calls at the boy as he sits down. Dean, what a nice name, Cas thinks. "As I was saying. . . Class, this is Caseson Smith, he's new, and will be with us for the rest of the semester. Be nice to him, and help him out in anything he might have missed."

"Where do I -" Cas looks around, seeing that there are no empty seats.

"There's a seat next to Dean in the back, he doesn't bite, do you, Dean?" As Dean looks up slowly shaking his head, Castiel sees little light in his eyes. His fire is burning out. Cas, feeling what little grace is left inside of him feels the need to help the boy. "See? He's fine, go sit." Cas walks down and sits beside him. "I'm Caseson." He reaches out to shake the boy's hand, a human gesture of respect and goodwill. The boy stares at him, either curiously, or angrily, Cas can't tell.

"Yeah, whatever." Dean looks away and puts his head into his arms that are folded on the desk.

I will help him get that light back. Cas thinks as the boy, Dean, slumps into his seat and looks at the board. I'll get the light back in those eyes. Even if he isn't an angel anymore, he can do it. Maybe it'll even help him get his grace back and get him into heaven faster. I'll help you, I promise I will.


History class seems to drag on, worse than English did this morning. They have so much of their history wrong, like George Washington for example. They say he didn't have a middle name, when he did indeed, he just hated it because it was an odd name and never told anybody what it was. That is just one of the many things the humans have wrong on their history. If Cas were to sit down and correct everything he would be here for centuries.

BRRRrrrrrrrrrriiinnnnnnnnnggg BBRrrriiiiiiinnngg

Cas looks up as the bell rings, happy that it is now lunch, and that this terrible class is over. Beside him, Dean gets up. His bag is over his shoulder and he is out of the class in seconds. Cas, not having anything except his schedule on him, chases after Dean. In the hallway now filled with students, Cas realizes that it might look abnormal if he were to follow Dean without a reason. What's a reason humans would use? Could he ask for a pen or something? He saw other kids asking people for those. Could he ask for directions? Though he already knows where he's going. . . Could he. . . Then he gets an idea as he passes a few people. He pulls the pencil his English teacher gave him this morning and and runs up to Dean. Dean turns around and glares at Cas, his eyes wide and nearly as scary looking as a demon's.

"You dropped this." Cas, suddenly afraid of those eyes cowers before Dean. He raises the pencil and shows it to Dean.

"Thanks?" Dean takes the pencil from Cas without hesitation, his brows loosen up and his eyes relax. Cas tries to stand up tall, but he can't, there's something about this boy that makes him feel different; something that makes him feel like an actual human, and not the fallen angel that he is. "Why are you still here?" Dean demands as he continues walking. Cas hadn't realized that he was walking beside him.

"Oh, sorry." He's about to step away, afraid once again when Dean stops and pulls Cas' arm. "Did I do something?"

"Yeah; you gave me your pencil."

"What?" This boy is smarter than he appears. "I told you, you dropped it."

"I'm not stupid." Dean lets go of his arm. "What do you really want?" Dean's eyes dull and begin to look very sleepy.

"Nothing. . . I just thought. . . " Cas doesn't know how to form his words around Dean. How can he make sense to a human when what he wanted isn't in anyway a human thing? "I'll just go." He's about to pull away again when Dean grabs his arm one more time.

"Caseson is it?"

"Yeah." Their eyes lock for more than a second, and Cas becomes vaguely aware that the space between them might not be appropriate for two humans males.

"Look, Case, Cas, whatever, I don't know what you want, but I'm not interested, okay? I've got enough friends, and I don't date dudes, so just. . . Don't talk to me outside of class, alright?" Cas nods and Dean let's him go. Before he can say another word Dean's gone, and Cas is roaming through the halls looking for Gabriel.