High School AU written by Deanlovescas (PocketFullofFandom)

I was never the most popular in school, my whole life I grew up without a single friend. I was always the strange kid that was adopted by the old drunk, Bobby Singer. Everywhere I went people seemed to avoid me, although I was never bothered by it I had books to keep me company. Books were my friends, when I read one I could go anywhere I wanted, I could be anyone, I wasn't Castiel Novak anymore I was a knight or a sorcerer, or something. They were somewhat of an escape for me, to get away from the lonely life I lived. Well until my senior year of high school that is. That year everything seemed to change.

It started on December first; I was sulking towards my locker a pile of books in my hands. I dragged my feet sighing, you see Christmas time was the worst for me. Although Mr. Bobby was always nice about buying me a present each year, I was still somewhat alone. While the other kids laughed and exchanged gifts I was sitting in the library reading my books. Anyways, when I had reached my locker and opened it, a note fell out of my locker along with a small wrapped box. Who in the world would ever want to give me a gift, and how did they get inside of my locker. My eyes shifted around before I leaned down picking up the box and note. I first opened the note, setting my books on the shelf first. I slowly began to read over the messy handwriting that it was scribbled in:

Dear Castiel,

Today is one of twelve days that I will leave a note along with a gift in your locker, along with a hint of who I am.

Hint # 1: I've been in school with you since 9th grade.

-DW

At first I had no idea what to think, I felt as if this could be a joke. Why would anyone be so kind to me? Gently I unwrapped the small box, lifting the lid to find four small chocolates. A small smile danced on my lips as I put the lid back on and slid the box into my backpack. Grabbing my books from the shelf I headed towards my first class.

It was just as the note had said, every day I came back to school I found a note and small gift in my locker. I had received: a book of the original Romeo and Juliet, a hand written poem, a stuffed bee, sketching pencils, To Kill a Mockingbird, two tickets to the winter ball, a new sketch book, new paint brushes, water colours, and very well drawn portrait of me. Whoever this was knew me very well; they knew that I was into art as well. And with each hint I got closer and closer to figuring out who this guy was. The initials at the bottom of each note gave me a small hint as well. Although I had no idea the most popular boy in school would be interested in some nerdy kid like me.

Today was the last day however, the twelfth day right before Christmas break. I had hurried to my locker, only to find nothing in it. A small frown formed on my lips as I sighed being very disappointed. Disappointed until I heard that voice that is, "What's wrong there Cas? You look kind of sad."

My eyes shifted up to see the bad boy with bright green eyes and sandy blonde hair, Dean Winchester. "Well I was kind of expecting something today." I said staring up into those gorgeous eyes.

"Oh really? Was it something like a gift, maybe with note?" He gave a smile.

"How did you know?" I said with a tint of sarcasm to my voice as I smiled back at him.

"Well, what if I was the guy slipping you those gifts?" Dean pulled a small red wrapped box topped with a green bow from his leather jacket pocket.

"I knew it." My smile grew wider as the box was gently set into my hands. "What is it?"

A chuckle came from Deans lips that sent butterflies through my stomach, "You have to open it up to find out."

Slowly and carefully as to not ruin the bow I slipped the box from its wrapping. My eyes shifted up to Dean before I pulled the lid off of the box. As the lid came off my eyes widened at the silver book shaped locket lying in the box.

"Dean I-"

"Don't say you can't accept it Cas." Dean cut me off, "You're the only kid I know who's gone every year alone on Christmas. Alone every day, sitting there with your books, I've paid more attention than you think. I've wanted to talk to you for awhile, but I get all nervous around you for some reason." Dean's cheeks flushed a light pink, "I wanted to do something special for you this year. Because I maybe, might like you, I know it's weird we're kind of both boys. I'm sorry; I'm no good at this stuff."

I chuckled and looked up at Dean, small tears building in the corners of my eyes. "No one's ever been this nice to me Dean. You're so sweet; I don't find it strange that you feel this way though we're both boys. So, I have two tickets to the school's winter ball, want to go with me?"

A grin spread across Dean's face, "I thought you would never ask."

I suppose I should finish this story up by telling you that I had a great time at the winter ball with Dean. And after the dance we continued to go on dates, eventually it lead to more and now we're both graduated and living together in our little apartment. Until we can afford a house of our own that is. I look forward to spending many more Christmases with Dean at my side, I know now that I will never spend another Christmas alone.