A/N: Woah, in just a few days I got a little bit of popularity from you people, Well you guys are really awesome like seriously you all should get a hug from me. Anyways this is the new chapter, as a warning there is homophobic bullying here, and also a certain cas overreacting a lot. Thank you so much again!

Anna tugged at his sleeve and roughly threw Castiel around the corner. "Why did you do that?" Castiel growled. Anna dismissed all anger obediently as her face became stone serious. Something must be really wrong, or perhaps it was something he did wrong, "Do not talk to him, Castiel you're good, better then anyone else in our entire family don't you dare ruin yourself with him." Anna spoke darkly eyes burning with fire at every enunciated word. Castiel didn't sense the danger he was in; instead of replying when she was done he squinted slightly and looked directly at her. "I do not see what danger I am in, or who you are referring to." "Dean. English boy, hot boy?" Anna attempted. Castiel still did not understand. "Okay, and?" "I don't want him harming you, do not get close to him, because it will burn." and at that last cryptic message she joined the flood of people rushing toward their next period class. Castiel stood there for several moments. He was still highly confused and tried to de-code every metaphor and simile his sister and said to him.

Looking down at his watch he soon became anxious that he would be late for class. At a fast pace he looked down at his watch once again

, but this time not without ramming square into a large warm object. That large object just so happened to be the person he was told to ignore. His calculus book went freefalling out of his arms onto the ground. Dean muttered somewhat of an apology and picked up Castiel's book, raising his head to look at him eye level. Castiel had to regrettably work hard at not looking at his face, but inevitably they both locked eyes, Dean coughed into his hand interrupting the staring contest. He quickly gave Castiel his book and walked away. Maybe obeying Anna was going to be harder then he planned

Calculus was painful, the dried white paint was coming off the walls and the monotone posters were distracting half the class. Castiel was taking notes and writing down what was going to happen in this first semester. The teacher (Mr. Becyore) already started going off topic about some movie he saw last weekend, a quarter of the class laughed with his tale, the other two thirds seemed asleep in their desk. A small knock interrupted Mr. Becyore's story. "Sorry I'm late had some locker trouble." Crowley appeared in the doorway with a charming smirk. Mr. Becyore smiled with him "Its no trouble, just missed the basics of the class and the seating chart, speaking of you are seated-" Castiel prayed that his empty seat would not be filled soon. Anything to not sit next to the gorilla of a high schooler "-Next to Mr. Novak." Castiel put his face in his hand and inwardly groaned.

Crowely smirked and knowingly glanced at Castiel. Castiel took his hands away from his face and inhaled. He knew how to fight back if it was necessary, but the problem was he didn't want to. Crowley sat down with a thud and Castiel made sure he made no eye contact then preceded to write down more notes. Surprisingly The rest of the period seemed to fly by with little interruptions.

The bell rang once again and he ran out the door, to his infortune a large hairy boy shoved him into the wall. "Cassie boy are you finally gonna speak to your new math buddy?" Crowely growled. The smallest Novak made no movement his face stone. "Please remove yourself from my body" Castiel had meant for it to sound demanding but it came out as a small plea. The large boy placed his arm tightly under the crook of Castiel's neck. "You need to fucking listen to me faggot." at that growly sentence Castiel didn't do so much as flinch, expecting what was to come.

It just so happens Dean was meeting Crowley at that moment, as he rounded the corner Crowely let go of Castiel when he saw the audience. Dean looked at Castiel then at Crowley. "Really man? Dude you gotta chill its like you're obsessed with the kid or something." Dean sighed. Crowley's eyes became unusually dark and spun around quickly. Castiel saw what was about to happen, and strangely a pang of guilt and something else surged to his stomach. Crowley's fist balled up and had a target for the attractive boy. With out any thinking Castiel retaliated. His punch hit Crowley Square in the jaw. A yellow bruise began to form next to Crowley's eye. Castiel came back to reality once realizing what he had done. Freaking out he slipped out unnoticed from the scene that just unraveled before his eyes.

Castiel began to breath erotically. He nearly was sprinting to his supervised study. He knew he could afford to be late to that class but he needed to get away from his own stupidity. Why couldn't he just taken the hit? Castiel berated himself in his own head. He momentarily began to think about Dean and what Crowley would do to him, if anything.

Lost in his own mind he wasn't paying attention to the people flooding in and out of the classrooms. For the second time that day he had rammed into someone. He really needed to pay more attention outside of his head.

A young freshman stared at him with more curiosity then anger and he picked himself off the ground. "Hey, your Castiel right?" Cas was taken aback and looked at the young boy questioningly "Yes, I apologize for not looking where I was going." The boy seemed over excited and was practically bouncing out of his shoes. "Yeah you're Gabe's brother right?" Ah, so that's how the freshman knew him. "Uh, yes are you a friend of his?" The kid was beaming "Yeah he helped me around, oh I'm Sam by the way. Gabe said he knew his way around the school because of his brother who practically memorized the map. –" Sam's voice was going way to fast to follow. Castiel nodded when Sam had finished speaking and apologized again for bumping into him. "I must get to class, tell my brother I say hello".

The dark haired boy took a large breath and sighed. He continued to make his way to class, avoiding the topic that was bouncing around In his head and making his aching knuckles seem more important at the moment. He unclenched his hand and glanced at the blooming bruises on his fingers, a reminder of his own stupidity.

Dean's second period was History, his absolute least favorite class. The teacher was a bitch, and all you ever did was read the book and take notes. Jo was sitting next to him; they were passing quick notes sliding them across the desk.

"Lunch at 5th then?" Jo scribbled to him.

"Yeah, I promised Sam."

"Crowley joining us?"

"Hell no"

"Why do you even hang out with that douche nugget?"

Dean chuckled at the nickname that surprising fit him well. This question also got him thinking. Why the fuck does he hang out with the school jerk? Dean started to imagine someone scaring Crowley with just a sheet ghost. Boy was a coward. Dean smiled to himself thinking of semi-entertaining scenarios. He was a bitch and he usually couldn't stand for either of those things. Maybe it was because he felt bad for the guy, what he learned from his past was that he kind of had a deadbeat family. His thought process was interrupted with the bell ending his hell. He remembered he had to meet with the devil himself about the upcoming football season. He hated Crowley and he hated football. Why he chooses suffering over booze and women was a mystery to him.

He rounded the corner and saw Crowley pinned that weird Novak kid to a wall. He outwardly cringed. He expected the boy to be weak and unarmed. He sighed and became fully visible to the scene in front of him. Crowley shoved the kid away from him to make it look like nothing was going on. Wow this son of a bitch thought he was that stupid. "Really man? Dude you gotta chill its like you're obsessed with the kid or something." Okay so maybe it wasn't the greatest thing to say to a three-ton gorilla. Crowley spun around quicker then anything his dad told him about. Dean saw it coming the punch targeted at the right side of his jaw. He looked up at the youngest Novak and damn; he had never seen anyone look that pissed off before in his life. Before he could even see what was going to happen, the boy punched Crowely Square in the face. Dean was impressed, but before he could say so he was gone, and left with a seething demon.

Dean attempted to defuse the anger obviously boiling in Crowley's face. "Sorry man, really, do you want to go to the nurse?" Crowley lost all anger or so it seemed, "Shit, nah man can't have anyone know I let a faggot get me this good." Crowley talking about the boy like that gave Dean an unsettling feeling. He shrugged it off and patted Crowley's shoulder. "Man you are one hard person to be friends with, punching people and all." With that notion Dean helped the hurt boy up and they walked to class, but not without Dean carefully glancing around for the boy that added a little color to Crowley's completion