A/N: Hey guys, this is my longest Chapter so far! Woo! I would love to thank you for all the reviews and follows I've been getting you guys are truly fantastic. This will be one of the last chapters where I put both there perspectives at different times, It will happen probably again once or twice but for the most part I will begin to merge. So just a heads up! Thanks again!

Dean was struggling; he was already into his third week of school. Three weeks ago he had all A's. But then again three weeks ago he watched the shy kid punch torturer in the face. Everything had been plummeting quickly. Football had started, practice was everyday after school 3:10-9:30. He hated every second of it. Soon enough his A's became B's and many more tests would come around and he dropped down to low C's and high D's. Deans only good grade was in English, sometimes he even found himself enjoying what they were doing. It frightened him a bit.

Sam made him promise to try harder this year, but no matter how hard he tried or studies, the inevitable would come. Dean knows he doesn't have much of a future, after high school he would work at a garage, and scrap by. Although he did sometimes get a goal that he would push to the side, such as working with his dad side by side. His dad didn't want Dean to have that life. Dean usually would be brought back when he remembered the reality of things

Dean sighed as he put his books in his locker. He hated school, he hated the way they taught or the way they tested you until your hand started to cramp up. His younger brother was always known for his smart intellect and good grades. What was Dean good for? The bell interrupted Dean's pity party as he walked into his first class. He sat next to the smallest Novak for English once again.

His teacher was writing instructions on the board, just tall enough to reach the top of the chalkboard. As everyone was getting seated, he took his seat next to his partner. "Today you are working with the person next to you, you will be handed a short essay, and on the back are questions that I would like you both to answer. You understand the drill." His teacher passed out a sheet of paper to eat rotting desk. "Oh joy" Dean mumbled cynically. He turned to the blue-eyed boy that seemed to be already reading the essay. "I'm sorry man I'm pretty bad with names, what's yours again?" His partner didn't even look up as he began to speak "Castiel Novak, and I presume you are Dean Winchester, am I correct?" Dean chuckled at the way Castiel spoke. "What's so funny?" Dean shook his head and heaved a deep sigh after he coughed into his hand.

"All right Cast- uhm Cattail-uhm no" Dean was slightly embarrassed that he couldn't pronounce the guys name. He seemed patient enough "All right Cas, lets get to work so I can get the hell out of here" Castiel's eyes brightened a little more at his nickname. This gave dean a small sense of pride as he focused back onto the paper. This German dude wrote the essay, and Dean had attempted to focus on it but it just didn't interest him. He turned toward the clock that seemed to tick slower then it did last Friday. He turned his attention back to Cas, who was already half way through the worksheet. "Whoa man, you don't need to finish the whole thing by yourself." Cas's face was the poster board face for confusion. "I don't?" Dean sighed a little bothered about how Cas saw him. He took the sheet from Castiel and finished within minutes.

They still had 25 minutes left in the period, the teacher was reading a shitty romance novel at her desk, and Cas began to openly stare at him again. "Dude, what the hell? you seem to do that a lot." Castiel visibly blushed. "I apologize". The awkward silence was deafening to Dean and he needed to do something other then have the weird kid stare at him the rest of class.

"So Cas, you got an interesting name there." Dean was awkward and off of his game, and Dean was never awkward. Castiel didn't seem to notice; "My father is highly religious I was named after an angel, the angel of Thursday to be exact." "…So you go to church and stuff?" Castiel hesitated but then replied "Uhm…Yes?" Dean turned his back to Cas and looked at the clock again. His teacher now had placed her feet on her desk and seemed very engrossed in the book. God could this be anymore uncomfortable Dean was beginning to understand why awkward silences could create insanity. "So, angel of Thursday" "Yes." This kid was impossible to talk to. Cas took out a large book and ignored Dean. Dean took this as an opportunity to look at him.

Cas's most noticeable feature was his eyes they were large and bright and blue. He wasn't going to compare Cas's eyes to a ocean he wasn't that ridiculous but damn him if he didn't see the waves crash as he read over each word. It gave Dean a different feeling in his stomach; one ne didn't particularly want to linger on. For Castiel's small figure he had rough edges and seemed sharp to the touch. He was pretty hot, for a guy Dean added quickly. The only thing Dean was sure about what that Cas was smart, not just straight a smart, but this guy could stop of bomb if it was necessary. He knew if people didn't try to avoid him, people paying him to finish an assignment would bombard him.

This reminded Dean that he forgot to do his math, yet again. Heaving a heavy sigh he slung his torture device on the table. He wasn't good at math, not by a long shot, but he couldn't afford to miss another homework assignment. Opening his book he reluctantly wrote down numbers. 45 more problems and he would never have to do another fucking polynomial again.

Cas looked at his sheet with curiosity "Dean would you like some assistance?" Dean questioned, he looked around and no one was paying attention to him or Castiel. "Uh sure I guess." Castiel leaned into Dean, too close. Dean began to feel like he was breathing under a blanket. "Dude personal space" he managed to squeak out. Cas mumbled somewhat of an apology. "Okay so you see this square? When multiplied with its counterpart it cancels out, then once doing that you can figure out its root." This didn't clear anything up. Dean was still confused. "You understand?" Castiel asked for clearance. "Uh yeah." "You have no idea do you?" Dean shook his head and looked down. "Let me understand in reasons that could help you relate." Dean nodded and looked up at Cas once again. "When two people who are almost exactly the same become together they fight too much and it isn't a good relationship." Dean hummed in understanding. "They become to much for each other and break up, but once doing that they go off and find the perfect match, or in this case the perfect square."

Dean grunted and tried the next problem on his sheet. He showed it to Castiel who nodded and said "Yes, that is correct." Dean was impressed. "Dude, you are awesome at this." Cas looked toward Dean with admiration "Thank you, I help mu brothers and sisters when necessary." "Man I wish I could use you during my tests" Dean laughed and there was a long pause. Cas spoke up "I could tutor you?"

Castiel has barley left his bedroom for the last three weeks. He has straight A's and works hard for them. Since he does not have many friends (or any at all for that matter) he spends his free time studying and reading. People assume he's a natural at school and can understand everything with ease. Castiel has a planned schedule for after school and in the morning where he can practice those things so he can get good grades, its not talent as much as practice.

The last three weeks he had gotten comfortable with all his classes, finished most of the homework for the next 6 and already started his summer reading book. Castiel did not enjoy school, he would rather be sketching or reading, but his biggest goal was to make father happy. Castiel woke up this morning as tired as he went to bed. Zachariah was practically on the highest decibel he could go the night before, yelling at Michael and Anna. HE wondered if he would even notice when Castiel would eventually get in trouble for fighting at school that had happened just three weeks ago. The thoughts worried him endlessly although everyone seemed to have forgotten it all. In calculus Crowely has become more vicious with his words, some still linger in his own mind, but with practice he was not bothered.

Walking back into school after the weekend wasn't as hard as a transition for Castiel as it was for the rest of the population. Castiel was woken up on the early brink of mornings on the weekends to go to his fathers schoolings taught by his uncle. Plus, Castiel rarely ever slept. There was more time to do things that kept him sane. He quietly walked to his locker, the hallways less of an obstacle on Mondays, for everyone looked like they had the soul sucked out of their bodies whole.

English had easily become Castiel's favorite class. His teacher enjoyed teaching, which created a good atmosphere for learned. He tried to tell himself that it wasn't because his partner was endlessly interesting (and perhaps outstandingly good looking). He failed, and Castiel came to the conclusion that he may have a small liking for he boy. Anna hasn't noticed this, which is a good thing.

Going into his classroom he smiled at his English teacher (Mrs. East) and sat down at the appropriate desk. Not long after him, his partner sat next to him. Castiel learned from Anna that Dean wasn't smart and mostly got into AP Literature from his teachers pity vote. Castiel could believe that looking at him, but he believed Dean could write quite well when he would proofread his essay.

Mrs. East began to speak to the class as she was handing out sheets of paper "Today you will be handed a short essay, on the back are questions that I would like you both to answer. You know the drill." She walked back to her desk and picked up a small paperback.

Castiel could see the look of annoyance molded to Dean's face that was watching the clock. Dean spoke up "Sorry man I'm pretty bad with names, what's yours again?" Castiel was somewhat surprised he didn't know his name most people already whispered it behind his back. "Castiel Novak, and I presume you are Dean Winchester, am I correct?" Dean chuckled to himself softly. Hade he made a joke that he was unaware of? "What's so funny?" Dean shook his head and coughed into his hand. "Alright Cast-Cattail, no uhm…" Castiel understood that it may be a bit of a mouthful to say his name so he waited. "All right Cas lets get this done so I can get the hell out of here" Castiel liked the nickname granted on to him. Usually he would get upset when Crowley called him Cassie, but Cas- he could get use to that.

Castiel began to start the questions. He was use to doing all the work. "Whoa man, you don't need to finish the whole thing by yourself." Cas became slightly confused, he was nearly positive Dean would be more pleased not needed to do any work. "I don't?" Castiel spoke still trying to figure out the situation. Dean heaved a large sigh and swiped the sheet off of Castiel's desk.

It was a simple task they were told to do, but Dean finished the rest of the worksheet in ten minutes or less. Everyone around them continued to work, when He turned in their classwork and Castiel stared straight at him. He saw all the freckles that adorned his skin, and Castiel had figured out that Dean had perfect symmetry to his face, his right matching up with his left, his lips splitting it right down the middle. It was truly fascinating

Dean fully faced Castiel again "Dude what the hell? you seem to do that a lot" Dean didn't look as upset as his voice sounded. "I apologize." Castiel needed to distract himself so he wouldn't upset Dean again. He picked up his book that Zachariah gave him for homework and continued where he picked up reading.

Dean spoke up "So Cas, you got an interesting name there." Cas looked from his book toward Dean. "My parents are highly religious I am named after an angel, the angel of Thursday to be exact." "So you go to church and stuff?" Castiel was confused and wondering why Dean was asking all these questions and why he was so interested in him all the sudden. "Uhm…Yes?" Dean looked at Mrs. East and then glanced one more time at the clock on the wall. "So angel of Thursday?" "Yes." Castiel pulled out his book again and continued to read.

Several minutes went by when Dean slammed an algebra textbook on his desk. He also pulled out a packet that from what Castiel could tell was full of polynomial problems. Castiel curiously glanced at Deans work. Dean had a pained look on his face. He could infer that Dean was having some trouble "Dean would you enjoy some assistance?" Dean hesitated for a second who made Cas think that he wouldn't but Dean looked back at Castiel "Uh sure I guess." Castiel leaned over toward Dean and very suddenly he felt warm, too warm he felt like he was simmering over a fire. "Dude, personal space" Dean mumbled and Castiel murmured an apology.

"Okay so you see this square? When multiplied with its counterpart it cancels out, then once doing that you can figure out its root" Dean looked even more pained then he did not just five minutes ago.

"You understand?" Castiel asked. "Uh yeah." "You have no idea do you?" Dean let out his breath and looked relieved. Castiel warmed at how this reminded hi of the early years, tutoring his brothers and sisters. "Let me understand in reasons that could help you relate." Dean nodded and Castiel became highly focused and deep in thought. "When two people who are almost exactly the same become together they fight too much and it isn't a good relationship." Dean hummed. "They become to much for each other and break up, but once doing that they go off and find the perfect match, or in this case the perfect square." Castiel watched as gears began to click behind Deans green galaxy eyes.

Dean gave Castiel the problem he had just finished and he began to correct it himself making sure dean was on the right track. "Yes, that is correct" Dean looked slightly happy and looked back at him. "Dude, you are awesome at this." Castiel felt a surge of joy at the praise "Thank you, I help my brothers and sisters when necessary." Dean started to chuckle. "Man I wish I could use you during my tests" Dean chuckled and there was an unnatural long pause. Cas spoke up "I could tutor you?" Dean stopped in his tracks and looked similar to a scared deer. Castiel became suddenly extremely nervous that he had said the wrong thing. He has been known to always say the worst thing for the conversation. All these thoughts where interrupted when Dean spoke up again "Yeah man, actually that would be great." Castiel released the breath he was holding in and smiled.