True to his word, Dean approached Anna the next day. He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying not to look as nervous as he felt, because he was Dean Winchester, Anna wasn't the first girl he'd broken up with. Thinking about it, he realised that wasn't something to be proud of. At all. Huh. Sam was definitely going to be the one that found love and got married, because no one was going to stay with Dean long enough for him to get over his issues.

"Hey, what's this about?" Anna asked, stepping away from the group she'd been standing in. Dean knew a lot of them, and a lot of them knew him, but that didn't mean they talked. The cheerleaders were a group of typical teenage girls, who would choke their bedt friend with her own pompom for a chance to get the spot at the top of the pyramid. Anna was different though, and Dean liked that. She made everyone around her happy, so why couldn't he be? What was holding him back? He shook his head, banishing those thoughts, and dragged his eyes back up to Anna's.

"I think we should-" He cleared his throat. This wasn't his first break up, so why was it so hard? Because he actually liked Anna, that's why. He actually felt something for her. It just wasn't… A girlfriend something. That was all he had to say. She would understand… Right? "I think we should break up," he said quickly. "It's not that I don't like you, I do. I really do. But-"

"Dean," she cut him off, placing a friendly hand over his hand. "It's okay. I like you two, but I never thought we were going to get married or anything. We're in high school. I'm not even thinking about any of that. High school is for experimenting. We had some fun, and now it's over. No hard feelings." Anna gave him a smile, withdrawing her hand.

"Seriously?" Dean asked, breathing a sigh of relief. It wasn't like he was glad it was over, but he was glad it was getting over so well. It was almost too good for such a bad situation.

Anna laughed. "Yes, seriously." She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, but Dean could tell it was friendly, nothing more was meant by it. She grinned. "Just don't let this affect things with Castiel, okay?" She said as she started to walk away. "Believe it or not, you're really good for him."

Dean wasn't really sure why, but that made him blush. Yes, he blushed. He was man enough to admit it and move on. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the burning of his cheeks. "Yeah, I mean me and Cas… We're good. He's great. We're getting along fine. I don't think this… Will mess anything up…" Dean knew he was rambling, but he couldn't stop himself.

Anna, to her credit, just raised an eyebrow at him and nodded. "Alright then," she said with a laugh. "Well, it was fun Dean. Really fun." She winked at him and grinned, then in a twirl of red hair, she was back in her crowd of friends, while Dean was still trying to get his brain to catch up.

When it finally did, he made his way to where he knew Cas would be, the same place he always was. This time, he had a guitar with him. Dean had heard him play a couple of times, and he had to admit, Cas had some pretty serious talent when it came to any sort of art, it seemed, including music. Although, to even the playing field, Cas completely blew when it came to any sort of sport, or shop classes. He just couldn't do it, and Dean could back him up on the truth behind that. He really sucked. The theory behind it all, Cas understood fine, but when it came to putting it into practice… Well. It didn't work so great.

Any sort of art- Singing, drawing, writing, music, anything like that, or math, or science… That was all Cas. But sports, cars, metal and woodwork, that was Dean's area. That was where he could shine, and shine he did.

Dean had never really thought about it in the time he'd known Cas, but they evened each other out. They were almost like a perfect friendship. They could help each other. Dean's grades were already rising, much to the amazement of… Well… Everyone. His attendance was looking better than ever, and Cas actually made a fully functional chair, that didn't collapse when Dean sat in it. Dean had assured him that it was best to take baby steps.

"Hey Cas!" Dean greeted, sitting down next to his friend, who was staring intently at the guitar in his hands. "Man, what's with the death glare? What'd the guitar ever do to you?"

"It's not working," Cas explained. Although, from Dean's point of view, it wasn't much of an explanation at all. But that was how things worked with Cas. Dean knew he'd get the full explanation eventually. "This song… It's just not working…"

Dean knew he couldn't help, not because he sucked at making music, no matter how much he loved to listen to it, but because everything was in Cas' head. The lyrics, notes, everything. Cas didn't write it down until it was perfect. "Well, play it for me. I'll see if I can give you some feedback or something." And Cas did. Dean didn't know what it problem with it was, because it sounded amazing. "Cas, that's awesome. There's nothing wrong with that! There're lyrics too, right? What's it based on?"

Cas looked up at him, for the first time he sat down, and bit hi slip. "Nothing," Cas murmured, looking away from Dean, but Dean wasn't buying it.

"Man, something that good has to be based on something pretty important," he said with a small smile. Dean may not of been able to play, but he knew music, and he could tell when something came from a deep place in someone's heart. "Crush? Old girlfriend? Old boyfriend? Family?" Dean guessed, before Cas shot him a look that shut him up straight away.

Dean had never been on the receiving end of a Novak's shut-the-hell-up-now glare, but he was pretty sure Cas' was the worst. His eyes looked so… Cold. It was almost hard to believe he was looking at the same boy. "My mother," Cas said, standing up, and slinging his bag and the guitar over his back. "It's about my mother." Then, he was gone. This time, Dean didn't have to think about what had just happened, as an overwhelming feeling of guilt settled over him. Wow, he really was a dick.

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