Dean walked around in the corridors without knowing where he was. He finally stopped and turned around a few times but he still couldn't figure out which way he was supposed to be going.

"Hey. Where are you heading?"

Dean turned his head to the left and his gaze landed on a boy with blue eyes. Dean shrugged.

"I have no clue."

The boy came closer and looked at the papers Dean was holding.

"D134. I'll show you." said the boy and started walking. Dean hesitated for a second but then followed.

"I'm putting my faith in you, stranger." he mumbled.

Dean made it to the classroom just in time. He thanked the boy – who was named Balthazar – in his mind for kindly showing him the way. He couldn't help but grin as he entered the room. He felt at home. An old car stood in the middle of the room, just waiting to be fixed. Dean's fingertips itched with excitement, and he eagerly made his way towards the rest of the class. He noticed one of the boys, who seemed to be on the edge of death. He was hiding his face in his hands, and it looked like his fingers were about to dig a whole into the skull.

"Hello. I'm Rufus Turner and I'll be your professor in MEC."

Dean turned his eyes towards the man now standing next to the car. Rufus started talking about the course and how not everybody had the talent or whatever. Dean didn't pay as much attention. He was almost worried about the boy next to him. He hadn't moved for ages.

"Not your kind of amusement?" Dean whispered to the boy and smirked. The boy lifted his head and Dean swallowed when he recognized him. It was the boy from Business. He had no clue what his name was.

"What do you mean?" the boy replied with a frown on his face. Dean shivered at the sound of the boys voice. It was dark and husky, and it was not what Dean had expected.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you kinda look like you rather would be someplace else." said Dean and sat down on a chair next to the boy.

"That's because I want to. There's no point for me being here."

Dean lifted his brows for a short second and then laughed.

"Okey then. But you should try having fun, or else you're gonna ruin the party."

The boy looked confused.

"What party?"

Dean couldn't help but laugh. The boy either had a good but a little weird sense of humor, or no sense of humor at all.

"Oh, and you will work in pairs."

Dean glanced at the teacher and he could feel how his mood dropped. It was his first day at his new school, and he would have to work with a complete stranger?

But as it turned out, he would be working with the boy next to him.

"So, I'm stuck with Grumpy." said Dean and rolled his eyes when he saw that the boy actually became upset.

"Dude, another joke." he said and the boy blushed.

Dean tried his best at helping the boy during the class. He didn't know a shit about cars, but Dean was more than willing to take on the challenge. When they were dismissed, Dean remembered that he still didn't know the boys name. But he didn't had time to ask, since the boy rushed away. Again. Dean couldn't help but to feel bummed out.

He quickly shook off the fact that the boy seemed to hate him, and walked out of the garage-room-thingy. Dean didn't really know what to call it. He saw it as home, but he couldn't really walk around and call it his home. People would think he was crazy.

"I take it as you are Dean Winchester."

Dean jumped at the sound of a raucous voice. He turned his head and another boy faced him. A blonde girl and Meg stood behind him. Dean nodded towards the boy who smiled.

"I'm Crowley. I think you and I will be great friends, don't you?" said Crowley and glanced at the two girls who nodded. Dean didn't know how to react and just smiled. He had a feeling too, just the opposite of Crowley's.

"I've heard you have to work with Castiel on a project. You can't catch a break, huh?" Crowley continued. The laugh that followed was harsh and cruel. He started walking away and the girls followed. Meg's eyes lingered on his body, and he started to feel naked. He got the feeling that he just met the king of the school.

Dean found himself standing in the cafeteria and looked out over the sea of people. He had no idea where he wanted to sit. He could feel Crowley's eyes burning him but he completely ignored him. He sat at a huge table, with a bunch of jocks and cheerleaders as company. Even though Crowley looked like any other kid in the cafeteria, there was something about him. He was radiating evil and cruelty. Dean didn't want anything to do with him.

Dean then saw the boy with the blue eyes and quickly made his way towards him. He sat alone at one of the small tables in the back, poking in his food.

"Hi." said Dean and sat down next to the boy. He ignored the surprised look on his face.

"So, I think you know my name, but in case you don't, I'm Dean Winchester. And I didn't catch yours..." Dean babbled, hoping he didn't looked like a complete fool to this boy.

"I'm Castiel Novak." Dean raised his brows.

"Cool name. Odd, but cool." Dean hardly finished his sentence before Castiel interrupted him.

"Why are you doing this?"

Dean blinked. Had he been right? Did Castiel actually hate him already?

"I'm... I'm just trying to make new friends and..."

"Believe me when I say this. I'm not someone you want to be friends with." said Castiel with a hard voice. When he walked away, Dean followed him with his eyes. He couldn't ignore the broken tone in Castiel's voice. He also couldn't ignore that he had a feeling that Castiel was the only one he actually could imagine having as a friend.