This might have a sequel, but I'm not sure. I was originally writing it as a Naruto fic, but I can't write those characters well enough, so I switched it.

November 8th
Prompt- High School

New Kid

Gabriel cooed and wailed from his position at the front of the classroom, "Cassss!" He whined, fidgeting underneath Mr. Singer's hard stare.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "What, Gabe?" I asked, shifting my gaze from one page to another as I skimmed through the reading. My fingers curled against the side of my head, my patience wearing thin.

"Mr. Singer is glaring at me!" He stage-whispered, covering his lips with the wrong hand and thus allowing our teacher to read every one of his idiotic words.

"Gabriel! Why aren't you doing the reading?" He hissed from his desk, his eyes flickering up from his novel to glare at my cousin.

Gaberiel whined once more, but started the reading anyway, twitching awkwardly at the silence. The entire class was nearly finished reading the third chapter of the Biology textbook when a knock gave us pause.

Mr. Singer stood abruptly, his eyes crinkling in what I assumed was a smile. I smirked in response, knowing that whomever was knocking at the door had to be someone of importance to him.

Gabriel was moving to the left exaggeratedly in order to gain a better viewpoint. This left him painfully close, I shoved him away, snarling at his whispered, "aw! Don't you love me, Cas?"

Mr. Singer pushed open the door, and directed the guest toward the center of the room. The man who had entered appeared not to be a man at all, but a boy of about our age. He had bright, green eyes, and short hair. He seemed tall, judging by the inch or two between his height and Mr. Singer's. I knew for a fact that Mr. Singer was a head taller than myself, so I shrunk in my seat, already intimidated by this new presence.

"Class," Mr. Singer announced, perfectly aware that he already had the attention of his students. "This is Dean Winchester, he is a new student."

Gabriel's eyes widened and he snickered knowingly, leaving me to sigh and look out the window. Just my luck, my idiot cousin recognized the new kid. It seemed Biology would not be the last I'd see of Dean.

"Dean, tell us about yourself!" Mr. Singer maintained, hinting for the boy to explain himself.

Dean grunted, "I'm from Texas." His eyes moved around the classroom, stopping once or twice to glare at the attention he was receiving from the females in the class. I noticed with a quiet groan of annoyance, that most girls seemed amused by this Dean. I'd seen with my own two eyes how attractive he was, so it was perfectly understandable for them to react. However, their lustful eyes and pushed-out breasts were a little much.

Mr. Singer rolled his eyes, "ah. Fine, there's an empty seat behind Castiel." I perked up at the mention of my name, "he's the pest with the trench coat, can't miss him." I glared at the 'term of endearment' he'd used, sighing as I motioned to myself with a small wave.

Dean pulled up his chair behind me, and I immediately felt tiny. I felt like he knew every miniscule detail about my life, from the reason I wore a tie, to how many times I'd seen One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. Which, undoubtedly, was quite a lot, given that it was one of my favorite movies.

I felt all of my flaws unfolding until I was a ball of self-conscious doubt with blue eyes and a worried frown. I glimpsed Gabriel out of the corner of my eye as he shifted closer to Dean. "Hey Dean-O!" Gabriel greeted, grinning like he'd just kissed a supermodel.

I tensed, not enjoying a second of their obviously not-so-new friendship. "Idiot." Dean muttered, with a smirk I could feel even with my back to him.

Mr. Singer cleared his throat, interrupting the reunion behind me, and leaving me relieved. He directed his attention to Dean once more, shifting his eyes to glance at my rigid posture with a raised eyebrow before speaking, "the book you'll need is under your desk. Please turn to Chapter 3 and begin reading on Page 87."

Dean did as told, and I tried to concentrate on the reading, but with a frustrated sigh, I soon realized this would not be happening anytime soon. I had reread the same sentence nearly eight times. I hummed in annoyance, turning my attention elsewhere. Gabriel was reading slowly, his lips mouthing the words as he read, I tried not to laugh, but a snort left my reluctant lips. Mr. Singer faced me with a raised eyebrow, and I quickly tried to slip back into the biology text.

Ten minutes of awkward tension later, the bell rang. I hoped from my seat, attempting to flee before Gabriel could flag me down, but his rough hand caught the strap of my backpack. He forced me to stop and then, with his hand still clutching my bag, turned toward Dean. "Want to get lunch with us, Dean?"

I forced myself to remain still, my thoughts racing as to whether or not, if I moved quick enough, I could yank myself from Gabriel's tight grip. Dean spoke before I could put my plan into action, "sure." He shrugged, eyeing me as if I were a foreign object.

I tensed again, and Gabriel noticed our mutual frustration. "Oh! Dean, this is my little cousin, Castiel. Castiel, Dean-O." Gabriel laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as he let go of my bag, "Dean and I used to play on rival soccer teams." He clarified, as I nodded.

"Hello," I cleared my throat, thrusting out my hand in order for Dean to shake. He grinned and snatched the offered hand, shaking it quickly and smiling bigger at my stiffness.

Gabriel walked in between us on the path to lunch, chatted animatedly with little to no acknowledgement from either of us. I shook my head, brushing a stray hair from my face. My hands gripped the straps of my bag like a lifeline as I tried in vain to ignore my larger companion.

"So, Dean! Why'd you switch schools?" Gabriel was asking, my interest peaked and I glanced around at the pair.

Dean sighed, releasing one hand from his pocket to brush his fingers through his hair, "My father's job forced us to relocate." He grunted, turning to glance at Gabriel. His smouldering eyes caught mine instead, and mine widened, immediately looking away. A light blush dusted my cheeks as my eyes bounced around the hall, attempting to look at anything but the male to my left.

Dean smirked, winking at me when he finally caught my eye. I sighed dramatically. This would be a long year.