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Dean and Cas are 16 it's sophomore year of High School

Dean had gotten detention, it wasn't even his fault. Stupid Uriel, had the brilliant idea to haze some stupid freshman with the old tar and feather trick and he got tossed the bag of feathers right when Mr. H rounded the corner. To make it worse he was also pulled from the game tonight, because 'That's not proper behavior for a member of the baseball team.' Uriel of course still got to play and Dean wasn't about to rat out his friend, but boy did that kid owe him big time.

To make matters worse the only other kid in serving detention with him was the Novak kid. This was going to be a long 45 minutes.

"Ok, boys," Mr. H said to them, "I trust you know why you are here, so I will be checking in on you periodically. There's to be no talking and you aren't a loud do anything even school work, not like you would." He adds before leaving the room.

They sit for a beat before Novak get's up and goes to the window; Dean watches as he tilts it open and starts to smoke out of it.

"What the hell man?" Dean ask, "What if he comes back?"

"He won't," The dark haired boy replies, "Not till thirty minutes in."

The druggy clearly has done this many a time; Dean figured he might as well try to make the best of it. "So…" he leads, "What you in for?"

"Breathing," he replies curtly.

Well that was helpful, what the fuck was up with this guy? Dean watched the kid throw back a couple pills as he continued to smoke, his gaze captivated by the world outside. "I didn't do anything," Dean huffs, crossing his arms.

"I don't care," Castiel tells him robotically.

Ya, Dean thought, this was going to be tons of fun, "I wasn't talking to you," He snaps cockily.

Novak glares at him, before placing his headphones on and ending any chance of continuing conversation. Dean sighs, tilting his head to look up at the ceiling. He mentally berated himself for not bringing anything to detention. He decided to take a nap, wishing that some hot chicks got detention so he could be doing something fun for 45minutes instead of being ignored and bored out of his skull.

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