Needless to say, Dean was furious. This was the first day Castiel had been here, and already Dex had picked him out as an easy target. The boy could easily beat the crap out of Dex if he tried. But he could tell by looking at him that Castiel was not the fighting type...at all. Good thing Dean was. He'd had trouble with Dex, a sophmore when Dean had gotten here, all through freshman year. Finally, Dean had grown a pair and beat the crap out of Dex, making sure he and his goons knew not to mess with anyone any more. He hadn't had any issues with Dex ever since. Of course, apparently the senior, the Quarterback, thought he was out of reach now that he was a senior. Well. Wasn't that judgmental prick wrong. Dean stalked into gym, into the locker room and straight for Dex, who was laughing with his friends.
"Dex," he growled. The older man immediately stopped laughing and turned to set his glare on Dean.
"What do you want, Winchester?" Dex demanded.
"I thought we were clear- you don't mess with any of the kids anymore." Dex laughed.
"What're you gonna do about it?" Dex asked with a grin.
"What do you think?" Dean's leather jacket dropped to the ground, his fists clenching tightly as he stepped towards Dex. Dex's laughter stopped immediatley and his fists closed.
"Don't you even think about it, Winchester," Dex warned. Dean shrugged, took a step forward, and swung his fist into Dex's face.
"Never do."
Dean walked out of the gym, a hand pressed over his sore ribs, his jacket slung over his shoulder. His jaw hurt, his eye hurt, his chest hurt. But there was a smile on his face because it was so worth it. That bastard wouldn't be hurting anyone anytime soon. Especially 'cause he couldn't talk. Broken jaw would do that to you. And a broken finger meant you couldn't punch. Dean smiled as he made his way to the Impala. Sammy would get out soon, so he had to make sure to get there soon. He was hoping to catch Castiel, but he hadn't gotten out in time. Oh well. He'd just have to talk to him tomorrow in english.
He jumped into the Impala, blasting his Led Zeppelin, and heading to the middle school. He got there just as the bell rang, involving a few california stops and maybe running a red light but eh, he hadn't gotten caught and he'd made it to the school on time. He sat outside the school, pounding his fingers in time to the beat of Ramble On, waiting for his brother.
Sammy came running out, grinning widely. God, how the kid could still be excited for school, he'd never know. He waved at Dean and hurried to get in the car, blowing on his fingers to warm them up.
"Hey, Sammy." He grinned. "How was school?"
"Awesome!" Sam exclaimed. "I got an A on my History test!" Dean grinned.
"See? What'd I tell ya? I knew I could get you to pass." His smile widened when Sam grinned back.
"Alright, kiddo. Let's get ya home. You got any homework today?" he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Yeah. Math." Sam made a face and Dean chuckled, driving them home.
Mary greeted them at the door, smiling widely.
"Hello, boys. How was school?" their mother asked.
"Great!" Sammy exclaimed before Dean could answer. Dean chuckled at his little brother and smiled at his mother.
"It was good, mom," he replied.
"Good? Really?" Mary asked, surprised. Dean chuckled. Yeah, his typical response was okay or fine. Today, it had upgraded to good. "What happened that made it good?" Dean smiled.
"Met someone," he replied. Mary raised a brow.
"Really? Am I going to get to meet this 'someone'?"
"I dunno if were a thing or not, mom. So far, were just friends." He smiled, his mind going back to Castiel's beautiful smile, his midnight blue eyes, his cute glasses.
"Right," Mary smiled. "Just friends."