A/N: This is the first fic I've ever written in first person. Usually I avoid doing this because I just don't feel like I can get the feeling right. However with this fic, first person demanded itself lol. So if you see me slipping into third person (which I've caught myself doing) please feel free to point it out. Thanks and enjoy :D

Disclaimer! I do not own Supernatural/A Walk to Remember or its characters. All credit go to the wonderful creators of Supernatural/A Walk to Remember and their respective owners.

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Chapter Two

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I'm pretty good at lying. Or at least that's what I told myself, and if anyone ever thought otherwise, no one ever said so. At least not to me. So when I told the cop that I just thought it was a nice night for a drive, and I found Benny, and tried to help him, but when the sirens started, I got a little scared and thought I should split before they thought I had anything to do with it. I wasn't really worried. It also wasn't completely a lie, which I suppose helped sell the news

They were convinced enough to release me a few hours later; though when I told my friends about it, I told them I'd spent the entire night. Surprisingly, none of us had ever been to jail before. We had all had close calls, and Gabe had just barely talked his way out of it once. So I said I spent the entire night because it seemed cool, and back then everything I did was to be cool and exciting. If I didn't think they would think it was cool, I didn't do it. Or they never found out about said thing.

My injuries were pretty minor. The side of my forehead had a pretty bad cut on it. The doctor used six stitches to stitch it up. My right leg was broken. It wasn't a major break, but I would have to wear a brace for three weeks, and then stay off it for a couple weeks more. Crutches were not fun to use, which I would learn in the following weeks

So there I sat the next morning at the kitchen table. My little brother Sam was quietly reading a book, occasionally taking a bite of his fruit loops. My mother was washing up some dishes, and I could tell by the way she moved she was upset. I couldn't blame her, and looking back I regret all the hell I inadvertently put her through.

The night before she had barely said a word to me. I disappointed her more than I cared to admit. Mary Campbell was one hell of a woman. She was a hard worker, and she took care of us by herself. Okay, that's not really true, but it's what I told myself. I hated my father and wouldn't see the truth of things. Anyway, so she was a pretty cool mom and I loved her dearly. Most of the idiotic things I did she would let slide, but this was big and I knew it.

I swallowed, feeling guilty. "I'm not sure I can go to church today mom. My leg is killing me."

She put down the plate she was drying and turned to me. She didn't say anything for several long seconds. "I think I should call your father," She replied. Sam looked up at this point. "Maybe you should go stay with him, get a change of scenery."

"No, I don't have anything to say to him." I replied. There was no way I wanted to talk to him about anything. As far as I was concerned he left us, and that was that. "And I refuse to live with the guy. No. Mom please." I begged, afraid she would actually follow through.

"This hate you have for him needs to stop. You NEED a father. And he misses you. I'm at my wits end, Dean Winchester. What else am I supposed to do?"

"I'll do better. Please mom, don't send me away."

"I'll give you one more chance, but mess up again, young man, and I'm calling him." She turned from me now, to finish up the dishes. "We leave for church in twenty minutes," she added after a moment, and I knew that I didn't have a choice but to go.

Reverend Novak was in his late forties. He was a tall, thin man; with steel blue eyes and a thin mouth. His black hair was cut short and swept to the side. He stood beside the podium, the bible in his hands. He was reading a text from the book, like he did so every Sunday.

We lived in somewhat of a small town. Everyone either knew everyone or knew about everyone. I myself recognized most faces no matter where I was. This made it easy for Rev. Novak to use things that happened through-out the week in Sunday preachings.

Last Sunday he preached acceptance. William Masen (a teenager from one town over) was murdered a few weeks ago. Really, it was bullying gone wrong. He was an openly gay boy and while here we were all pretty open minded about things like that, it wasn't so for the surrounding towns. Sure, some people here still didn't accept it, and when Rev. Novak announced that he was for marriage equality they left his church and opted to drive thirty minutes to a church just out of town. There were also people from other towns who drove even longer to attend this church.

Anyway, because of William Mason's death, he preached acceptance and how god loved all his children. He told us that we were all the same in the eyes of the lord. Today he preached change. That we could all change. He talked about how god had saved Benny and he hoped that those of us involved in the incident understood the magnitude of what had happened and that Benny's life could have be forever lost.

I shifted down in my seat, feeling uncomfortable as his eyes scanned the crowed. When those eyes landed on me, I felt sham warm my skin. I didn't really know if I believed in god and I hated being stuck here every Sunday, but I was made to go, and no matter how badass I was, I did my best to never disrespect my mom, but when those eyes stared me down, I felt the weight of his faith settle over me. I took a sigh of relief once those eyes left me.

I knew it was close to the end when he started telling everyone about different community events. It was early September and that was the time of year when people started to get together more. I never went to these gatherings and neither did most of my classmates. It was usually the adults, and small children who enjoyed the children activities and the poor teens who were forced to attend.

As always, we ended the morning with a couple songs sung by the church choir. I looked up now as they sang and my eyes went straight to the bluest of blue eyes I had ever seen. Castiel Novak. I had known him since Kindergarten. It was when we arrived at this town. Mom fled here after my father left us.

Castiel was the Reverend's son, and probably the reason Rev. Novak was so open minded about things many other religious people are so against. Castiel is openly gay, or at least that's what they say. I may have had almost every class with him since kindergarten, but I have never taken time to get to know him. We were different kinds of people. He was big on god and attended church events. I didn't.

Castiel was tall like his father and had the same black hair (save the grey streaks his father sported) but that was where the resemblance ended. They both had blue eyes, but the shades were different. Rev. Novak's blue was more grey then Castiel's were. Castiel's eyes were as blue as the ocean. He had a soft face, with creamy skin. The man was beautiful, though I would never admit it out loud. But none of that is the reason I stared now. No, it was Castiel's voice. I could always pick out his vocals from everyone else's. He had the strongest singing voice. It was the voice of angels. So there I sat, every Sunday, memorized by him.


The next day at school, I met up with my friends like always. We liked to hang out on a bench in front of the school, only going in when the first bell rang. We would always take our sweet time getting to class, and that meant we were always arriving to class late.

"I can't believe you were actual jail," Anna said, as I joined them.

"What did you tell them anyway?" Gabe asked, as he checked out some cheerleaders that walked by.

"I told them I was out for a drive. Found Gibson, tried to help, and when I heard the cops I got scared, and decided to split before they thought I had a anything to do with it."

They all laughed as Gabe said, "I gotta say, you are the grand master of bullshit." We fist bumped like we did when happy about something, and laughed some more.

"Castiel Novak sure can dress," Hannah said, sarcastically. We all looked in the direction she was looking in and sure enough there he was.

"Yeah, he's had that sweater for years," Anna added on. I had the feeling she never like Castiel, though I never knew why.

"You know, it's the quiet ones that can surprise you. He could probably fuck you so good you can't walk straight after," Gabe said. "Might be ripped under all that." We all laughed again.

"You look good in that sweater," Anna said, to Castiel as he walked by. Cas might not have caught the condescending tone in her voice, but I did, and it really annoyed me.

"Thank you," Castiel replied in his sweet manner. He gave her a smile as we walked by with a box that held what looked like nerdy stuff. They all laughed again as he finished walking by, but I could only smile. Behind his back I could make fun of him with the others, but to his face? It was like I didn't want him to know how awful of a person I was. For some reason I wanted him to think better of me.


During second period I was summoned to the principal's office. Principal Crowley gave me the disappointed look I always received from him. "I'm being told," he said leaning back in his chair, "That you and your friends were drinking at the dance on Friday," He said, then paused as he put a couple of empty whisky bottles on his desk. "Then you go off and Benny Gibson almost ends up dead. Benny isn't talking and the company isn't pressing charges. Lucky for you the owner is my cousin."

I didn't really know what to say, so I simply looked at my folded hands.

Principal Crowley stood now. "I told him I would make sure you got punished. That's enough for him. For now, anyway."

"What? You going to expel me?" I cut in sarcastically. I made it sound like I didn't care, and if it wasn't for my mother, I probably wouldn't have, but a small panic spread through me.

"Not quite yet, but you keep going down this road, and I might," Principal Crowley replied. His tone implied that he was losing his patients. "You keep down this path, and your life with be hell. I've known most your life, and I will do my best to keep you from that path. From now on, you will attend all your classes, on time. You will also help the janitorial staff."

"How much will I get paid?" I asked, no real hope in my voice.

"Your payment will be the growth it hopefully brings," Principal Crowley replied. "On Saturday mornings for the next three months, you will tutor disadvantage students at our sisters school." He added, souring my already bad mood. "Lastly, you will be joining the drama club. Being involved in their next event.

"The winter play?" I scoffed with disgust. What the hell was I going to get from that?

"I'm not trying to torture you, but it will be good for you to experience different things. Hanging out with different kinds of people. He paused and looked at me meaningfully. You know, that look parents give you when they really want you to understand them? "Don't blow it Dean. This is the last chance I can give you. Don't lose your chance to graduate so you can look like a hot shot for your friends."


As angry as I was, I had little choice but to comply. To be honest, I wasn't as badass I portrayed myself to be. My friends didn't much care what their parents said. They do what they wanted, to whomever they felt they wanted to be their victim. I was as much to blame as them. I sat back and watched it happen. I even joined in at times. I wanted to fit in, so I did what they did. But I actually cared about my mom's wishes. Even if I always fell short of fulfilling them.

So that very day after school I found myself hobbling around, my crutch under one arm, a broom in the opposite hand. I was in the gym, where different groups were having sign-ups, and get-togethers. This was the place I did my best to avoid my past three years of hell, but here I was. At least I had my headphones. My music drowned out some of the noise.

Slowly I made my way around the gym with the big weird looking broom. This was my last stop for the day, thank god. I slowed a bit when I got in ear shot of Castiel. He was part of a planet group that was meeting here. He was talking, but I couldn't hear him over my music, so I turned in down in time to catch him saying, "It's a simple device made out of plastic wrap, a coat hanger, and white out. Does anyone know what it is?" Castiel asked, as he held up the device.

"It's a star frame," I replied, before giving anyone else the chance to do so. He glanced at me, his blue eyes locking on to mine for moment. I interrupted because I wanted to impress him. I wanted him to know I wasn't as dumb as people thought I was, but this look told me he wasn't impressed or even amused. This exchanged bothered me, but I shook it off like I did most things. Why did it matter what Castiel Novak thought of me?

He turned from me, giving his attention back to his peers. "That's right. This is a star frame, and It will help you locate stars and planets with your naked eye."

Behind him I saw Mike and Gabe walk in, and Mike mocked me by pretending to sweep with a goofy look on his face. I rolled my eyes in return. I had hoped they would have just left. It was humiliating for them to see me like this. Not that they actually seemed to care. I started walking over to them, as they approached me.

They walked by Castiel, who was still speaking and Mike leaned in close to Castiel. "I bet you can see angels hanging around up there," he said as he walked by. Gabe laughed along with Mike.

"You knew even Einstein believed. He said that the more he studied the universe, the more he believed in a higher power," Castiel replied.

Mike looked slightly annoyed that Castiel actually replied, but he quickly recovered with a comeback. "Well, if there is a higher power, why is it he can't get you a knew sweater?" Mike and Gabe both laughed. And all I could do was roll my eyes.

Castiel smiled. "He's too busy looking for your brain." he replied.

"Oh shit! Burn baby!," Gabe said, laughing. Mike was not amused.

" Hey, laugh," I said when they looked back to me. "It was a joke."

"Yeah whatever," Mike said. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

"I can't," I reminded him.

"Come on. Principle Crowley's gone. Let's get out of this hell hole," Gabe added.

"Come on," mike added in a tone you might use on a dog. "Come on," he said again, walking away with one of my crutches.

I laughed as I looked around the room to hide the fact that he was upsetting me. I looked at Castiel, who was looking at me. He looked away, releasing me from the feeling that came over me. With a sigh I looked back to my friends. I really wished they would just let me be, but instead, I followed them from the gym. For one, I needed my other crutch back, and Mike would have taken off with it, and for two, I didn't want to them to think I was afraid of getting suspended. Even if it was true.


We liked to hang out at a local park, so that's where we went . They also liked playing a game called 'would you rather'. There was nothing wrong with it, but today it really bothered me. In fact, a lot of things were bothering me recently.

"Would you rather screw Mrs. Hart or Ms. Shoemaker?" Gabe asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Ms. Shoemaker. She is h.o.t." Balthazar replied.

"I don't know," Mike said, shaking his head. "Have you seen the ass on Mrs. Hart?"

I personally didn't have an opinion one way or the other, so I stopped listening. Instead, I let my mind wander. I was a senior in high school, and I couldn't see past Friday. My little brother Sam knew exactly what he wanted in life, and he was four years younger than I was. He wants to be a lawyer, and he has the brains for it. I make the joke that I got all the beauty, while he got all the brain.

He was also the good one, while I was the trouble maker. He just didn't find the need to fit in the way I did. Or maybe it was because the people he wanted to fit in with happened to be the good kids. Either way, Sam was the one our mother didn't have to worry over. I did my best not to worry her, but I often fell short.

Anyway, so I had no idea what I wanted to do. Well, nothing outside of getting out of this stupid town. Maybe go to a city. Something with more life to it.

"Dean?" Anna asked, waving her hand in front of my face.

"What?" I asked, grabbing her hand to stop the waving.

"Who would you rather spend a whole year with? Castiel Novak, or Principle Crowley?" Hannah asked. Mike laughed stupidly, kissing her hand.

I looked at them, my cheeks growing slightly red. "Castiel Novak," I replied, adding a shrug to hopefully make them not make a big deal of it.

"I would pick Principle Crowley. If I have to pray every night over dinner I would die," Gabe said dramatically.

"Castiel's cuter," Anna argued. "And maybe I could talk some fashion sense in to him."

"I don't think that will make anything better," Hannah teased. "He' too religious for my taste. I bet he's never even had sex."

I looked away as anger bubbled in my chest. There wasn't anything wrong with Castiel and I wouldn't have any problems spending a year with him. Not that I would ever say it out loud.

At the time, I felt like my feeling for Castiel were a little sudden. I felt like I was changing and I didn't know why and I didn't like it. But looking back, I knew that I had always had a crush of Castiel, and I had been changing for a while, I just didn't want to see it.

They chatted on, moving from people we knew to celebrities, then on to less pleasant things like, how you would rather die. I watched the falling sun and was thrilled when Hannah's mother called, demanding she come home. I slowly stood, stretching as I went. "I should get home too."

"Can I get a ride from you?" Anna asked. She gave me a flirtatious smile.

"Yeah," I replied, giving her the most platonic smile I could manage.

Anna didn't live to far from the park. She chatted about how Hannah was having problems with Mike. She loved the guy, but he always seemed to get angry for no reason. Anna loved gossip. Me on the other hand could go without. I nodded and put all the "Mm-hms " and "Yeahs" in the right place, but that's all I had to say on the subject.

"We're here," I said, as I pulled up in front of her house. She looked at it, then back at me with another one of those smiles.

"Wanna Netflix and chill? My parents won't be home for a few hours," she said, practically batting her eyes.

I looked away from her, trying to hid my annoyance. How many times are we going to go through this? "Come on, Anna, nothing's changed"

"I know," she responded defensively. " I just."

"We're over," I added, not letting her finish her sentence.

"Whatever," she said, giving me attitude as she got out of my car and slammed the door. Her red hair swayed in the wind as she ran into her small yellow house.

I sighed as I put the borrowed car into drive. She knew where I stood. And if she couldn't handle that, it was her own problem.

I drove away feeling annoyed with her. She was a clingy girlfriend which is the biggest reason I broke things off with her. I don't mind a little clingy. It's always nice to know that someone wants you, but she got too crazy with it, and was jealous of everyone. So I ended things and she was still trying to cling. I really hoped she got over me soon.

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