Dean walked out of the highschool, Oakley glasses on his face and his black jacket collar upturned. The sun beamed down on his face and the cool air nipped at his face. Everyone was staring at him as he passed by, like normal. He walked up the stairs and made his way to the parking lot where his '67 Impala awaited him. He was walking through the parking lot when he saw three people that he recognized as his classmates trying to gang up on a kid he hadn't seen before. Which was weird, the kid had bright blue eyes that contrasted against his pale skin and black hair. He would remember seeing a face like that around.

"Hey!," Dean called out, anger in his tone, "Leave the friggin' dude alone."

"Why don't you make us?," one of them called out.

"Yeah, why don't you make us?," a shorter one snorted.

"I-I'm fine," the kid they were beating up huffed out as he doubled over.

"He's too big of a sissy," the last one laughed out, "A big, rich sissy."

Dean took his glasses off of his face and took off his coat, sitting it on a nearby car. He was cladded in a black t-shirt underneath that went well with his blue jeans and the combat boots he always wore. He walked up to the three bullies, "Now, who called me a sissy?"

A guy named Steven stepped forward, "I did, now what are you going to do about it?"

Dean looked down, the guys started laughing, before he hauled his arm back and punched Steven in the face, knocking him on his back. From there he kneed the one that was on the right in the stomach before he swept his feet out from under him. The third one tried to grab Dean from behind, but he flipped him over his shoulder and onto the ground. Steven jumped up and swung at Dean, Dean grabbed his arm, punched him, then twisted his arm around and kicked him in the butt, sending him to the ground again as one of the other ones jumped up and ran.

"Had enough?," Dean asked, a sarcastic smile playing across his features, "'Cause I really have more important things to do than beat your guy's ass all day."

Both guys who were left got up, Steven wiped his mouth off where some blood trickled out on his lip, "This ain't over, Winchester," the turned an ran away.

Dean went over to the one they were picking on, "You okay?," he asked, a concerned tone.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," the kid said, standing up tall again, staring Dean in the face.

Dean's emerald green eyes stared into the other's intensely blue eyes that had already starten to blacken, "You don't look alright, nice shiner ya got there." He went over and put his coat back on and grabbed his sunglasses, the jacket screamed 'rich snob' but he was far from it. He didn't enjoy being snobbish, he mostly kept to himself and didn't associate with many people. Although people tried to talk to him, he'd occasionally strike up conversations, but he didn't have any real friends. They all only liked him because of his money and the things he had. Dean didn't want to be exploited.

"I'm fine, other than that," he said, "Thank you, by the way."

"No problem, my name's Dean," he offered out his hand.

"My name's Castiel," he said, grabbing Dean's hand and shaking it.

"Castiel...well, that's a different name," Dean said, "Not that that's a bad thing. Need a ride?"

"It is a Biblical name," Castiel said and nodded, "But I wouldn't mind a ride, those jerks might still be out there."

"Well, c'mon," he said with a friendly smile as he showed the way to his car.

Dean's car was the only older one in the parking lot, everyone else drove newer cars. Sure, they were cool, but he prefered his Baby over all of those. Nothing could be the classics, and nothing ever would.

The two got into the car and closed the door behind them. "Hey, I gotta wait for my lil brother, if that's cool. He should be out any minute," Dean told Castiel.

"Yeah, that's fine," Castiel said as he nodded.

They sat in silence for a few mminutes as Dean checked his cell phone, mostly to see the messages from Sam. That's the only person he ever text, besides his dad, that seemed like the only way they ever communicated. His dad was a busy person, he made weapons for a living. But it was whatever, Dean and Sam had each other at least. Dean had basically raised Sam since they were kids because their mom had died in a nursery fire when Sam was a baby, and their dad was too busy to pay attention to them. The two of them were inseparable.

Dean looked over at Castiel, "So, Castiel...I'm gonna call you Cas, if that's okay? How long have you lived here, Cas?"

Castiel looked back at Dean, "Yeah, that's fine, I like that. I just moved here, my family needed a fresh start, I suppose."

Dean nodded, "Well...New places are always fun," he said, kind of sarcastically.

"Not really," Cas said, "I don't fit in here just as I didn't fit in, in my last town."

"Hey, don't let those jerks get to you," Dean said, "I'd say it's not that bad here, but I don't really know anyone either. They're all...I dunno how to put it. Greedy?"

Cas looked over at Dean, "They try taking stuff from you?"

He shrugged, "Kinda, it's more like just 'cause my parents are rich, they try to be friends with me."

Castitel nodded, "Oh, I don't see why money has to do with anything."

"Money has to do with everything, everywhere, appearently," Dean sighed, "It makes the world go round, or so I've been told."

"You're unhappy?," Cas asked with a tilt of the head and a confused look.

"I guess you ca-," Dean got cut off by the sound of a car door opening.

"Hey Dean I-," Sam stopped, "Oh...who's this?"

"Sam, this is Cas, Cas, this is Sam," Dean introduced the two as they shook hands.

"Nice to meet you, Sam," Castiel told him with a small smile and a nodd.

"Nice to meet you too," Sam said, climbing into the back of the car.

"So, where ya wanna go, Cas?," Dean asked, "You can either go home, or come hang out with us somewhere?"

"I should really be getting home," Castiel said, "My parents..."

Dean nodded, "That's alright, but you better clear your schedule, 'cause you're gonna hang out with us sometime."

Dean started the car and was off in an instant to drop Cas off, following his directions on how to get home. Castiel really wanted to hang out with the two brothers, but his parents would freak out on him. By parents, he meant his mom and his step father, whom she had married after Cas's father disappeared. They were very strict and very religous, sometimes on the boarderline of abusive with it. Especially since Castiel was different, he was gay, and that was wrong according to their beliefs. That's one of the reasons they moved towns, so he could get a fresh start and go to a public school like everyone else, maybe then he would straighten out, no pun intended.

Dean finally found Castiel's house, it was a small house with a white picket fence around it. Angel statues and crosses littered the yard and porch. He could tell that they were definetly religious.

"Thank you again, especially for the ride," Cas said as he opened the car door.

"You're welcome," Dean said, "See ya later."

"Bye, Cas!," Sam said from the back and waved, climbing up front with Dean.