"-ean."
"Dean!" Sam was practically yelling in Dean's ear by this point. He begrudgingly opened his eyes to see his brother looking over him.
"Waddya want Sammy?" Dean mumbled, rolling over and snuggling deeper into his blankets. He had hardly slept at all last night, and wanted to make up for what he could.
"We have to start walking to school in thirty minutes." With that, Sam ripped off the blankets. Dean shivered as the cool air attacked his now exposed skin. When he turned over, Sam wore a victorious smirk on his face. Dean glared at him, sitting up. Sam just laughed and left the room, Dean's blankets trailing behind him.
A five minute shower and a small breakfast later, Dean and Sam were out the door. Their house wasn't too far from Lockwood High, where they would be attending. It was only about twenty minutes away. The brothers walked in companionable silence, until Dean spoke up.
"So, are you nervous?" He looked down at Sam in time to see him give a small shrug.
"Not really. New people, new school. Not that big of a deal to me," he replied nonchalantly. Dean nodded in understanding. He wished it was that easy for him, but he was the unlucky one who was shy. Sam, on the other hand, was outgoing, and he could make friends as if it was no big deal. He admired his little brother for that.
"What about you?" This statement had drawn Dean out of his inner monologue. He shook his head and chuckled.
"Naw, I'm not nervous." Sam raised an eyebrow in question.
"Sure Dean, sure."
They walked into school at 6:43. School would be starting in about fifteen minutes. They maneuvered their way around the school, and with difficulty, they found the main office. The assistant sat at her desk, busily typing away, that is until Dean cleared his throat. She looked startled for a moment, but quickly recovered and plastered on a friendly enough smile.
"Hello, what can I help you with?" she asked, looking between the brothers.
"Hi," Dean said with a cocky smile, "I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother, Sam. We're new here." She nodded her understanding.
"Alright..." She shifted through some files on her desk. "Winchester... Here it is!" She grabbed two manilla envelopes and pulled out a series of papers for each. "Here are your schedules and a map of the school. These are just a few papers that your parent or legal guardian needs to fill out that we must have missed. Now, most of the kids are in either the cafeteria or gym, but we can give you this time to find out where all of your classes are." She concluded her rant and sent Sam and Dean on their way.
"Geez, Sammy. All honors classes?" The brothers were looking over each others schedules, seeing what classes they would be attending.
"Guess so," Sam mused, mostly to himself. "Speak for yourself though, calculus? Never knew my brother was a genius." They exchanged comments like this while finding their was around the maze of a school. It was a lot bigger than their previous.
"See ya after school Sammy, meet me by the front doors." They exchanged their goodbyes and headed their separate ways.
As Dean walked into his homeroom, he felt like he was the center of attention. He probably was. Everyone's eyes were on him, as if he had grown a second head. He looked for the teacher, who unfortunately wasn't in the classroom yet. He took a seat near the front, hoping to avoid interacting with any of these people. Apparently, he was not in luck today. Somebody plopped down right on his desk, smirking at him. Dean raised an eyebrow at the stranger seated at his desk.
"You're new here," the boy stated. He had almost golden hair, and similar looking eyes.
"No shit, Sherlock," Dean responded in a heartbeat.
"Oh, sarcastic, I like you." The boy, who he had yet to find the name of, pointed at him as he said this. "I'm Gabriel. You can call me Gabe, if you'd like." So that was the mystery boy's name, Gabe.
"I'm Dean."
"Well, Dean, I have a feeling that we will be great friends." With that, Gabe hopped off Dean's desk just as the bell was about to ring.
It turned out that his homeroom teachers name was Mr. Singer. He was an older man who didn't seem too fond of kids. Then why become a teacher...? Dean thought to himself. He seemed nice enough, just a little agitated. Constantly. Homeroom passed in a blur. Since it was his first day, he didn't have anything to do beside doodle in his notebook. When he walked out, he caught up with Gabe.
"Is he always like that?" Dean questioned his new friend.
"Pretty much. He's a nice guy, just not in the mood for anyone's shit. Ever." Dean nodded. That made sense.
"You must be Dean Winchester," his third hour teacher, Mrs. Moes, mused with a smile.
"That's me," he responded with his trademark grin.
"Why don't you sit next to Charlie, in the back. Charlie, raise your hand." Dean glanced around for the lone hand that went up, and it belonged to a red headed girl wearing a blue plaid shirt and dark jeans. She smiled at him as he started walking back.
"Hi, I'm Charlie," she said enthusiastically, sticking her hand out for him to shake. He did just that and responded,
"Dean."
"Well, pleasure to meet ya Dean. So, are you new to just this school, or to Seattle?" She looked genuinely interested, so he figured it wouldn't hurt telling her.
"New to Seattle," he replied shortly.
"Well, let me tell you, you're going to love it here. The rain gets annoying, but you get used to it," she rambled. He nodded his understanding.
"I'm sure I will," he said with a tight smile. Dean then proceeded to face the board so he could at least try to understand what the teacher was talking about. Something about Shakespeare, he thought. Judging by the notes on the board, he was correct.
Lunch rolled around soon enough, and by the time it did, Dean was more than ready. He was starving. He looked around for somewhere, anywhere to sit. He spotted Charlie's flaming hair and started in that direction. He sat down next to her, causing a few questioning glances. She was one of them, until she figured out who it was.
"Oh, hey Dean," she chirped. She seems awfully happy, Dean thought.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" Dean inquired with a smirk. Charlie shrugged.
"I'm just really happy right now," she proclaimed with a triumphant smile. He laughed and decided to just agree rather than prod for more information.
Him and Charlie talked about all sorts of things during their lunch, things such as how Lord of the Rings was one of the best movies made, how Charlie was great with technology, and how Dean was great with mechanics. It was safe to say that they had become good friends by the time they had to go to their separate classes.
It was seventh hour, Dean had advanced art, and that's when things started to get interesting. Dean was trying desperately hard to catch up on the project the rest of the class had started a few days prior. He was busy working, until someone sat across from him, a couple minutes after class had started. He glanced up, seeing if it was someone he recognized. This person was completely foreign. He had messy raven hair, and the bluest eyes Dean had ever seen. Dean realized he was staring and quickly snapped his head down. He blushed. He was one of the most attractive men Dean had ever laid eyes on. He blushed at the thought.
Dean had refrained from glancing up at the mysterious, very good looking, stranger the rest of that hour. He only had one more left. He could survive this. He quickly caught up with Charlie, wanting to tell her of his current predicament.
"Charlie!" he hissed over the chattering students in the hall.
"What is it?" He took a deep breath and started to explain.
"Oh my gosh!" she gushed, smiling widely. She seemed more excited over this this then Dean did. He shushed her.
"Just tell me, who is he?" he asked with interest.
"His name is Castiel, weird, I know. But he's one of the most popular people in this school. He is not one to be messed with. And you, have a crush on him," she said with a smirk. Dean felt the color rising to his cheeks.
"I-I do not," he stammered. Charlie simply giggled and shook her head.
"You so do."
That was the end of that conversation.
A/N Hello all! This is the second installment of SBAA (Saved by and Angel). I told you guys this chapter was going to be a lot longer, and definitely better. Which in my opinion, it is. So I hoped you liked it! Remember, reviews and constructive criticism are always very helpful.
~ZoeInWonderland