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Also, I haven't really said anything about their ages, so here it goes: Dean is 15; Castiel is 15; Sam is 13; Gabriel is 16; Balthazar is 17; Charlie and Jo are also 15... If anyone else comes along and you want to know how old they are, just ask me! ^^ This story is a bit slow, so please don't give up on this story... I want to make it worth a while and I wanted a challenge, so I decided to take this story slow and make it as believable as possible... Now, please enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 3 – Another day at school

Dean didn't want to go back to school. He knew Crowley and his gang would be after him for telling the police they hadn't paid. He knew Castiel would be angry, and he had seen Castiel angry with other people before. It wasn't pretty.

Sam had school and Dean didn't want to let him go by himself. And he also needed to go to school because midterms were coming and he had some doubts about some subjects.

Sam and Dean walked to school -Dean couldn't drive yet… he was learning but he still didn't have his driving license- together. They parted ways when they reached different ways. Dean promised to walk with Sam back home.

And so he started walking to his own school. It was only a block away, but he wanted to be there early, so that he could avoid bullies. But his luck wasn't exactly the best luck. He had just stepped inside the school building when someone grabbed his shirt and shoved him to the wall.

Dean didn't have the time to think, he just acted by instinct. He closed his eyes and raised his arms so that he could protect his face.

"What? Mr. Winchester is scared?" It was one of the many people that usually greeted Dean by bullying him. Today the first one to do it was Gordon Walker.

The school hierarchy has always been a bit messed up. At the bottom were nerds and people like Dean that wore tattered clothes and tried to avoid everyone else. Above them were the people no one cared about, so they weren't mocked not did bully anyone. Then, there were only three more places. The third from the bottom was reserved for the clowns, people who were always pulling pranks on the others; The second was for bullies. And the first place was for the somewhat king of the school. The jock that made everyone shiver when they upset him. Everyone followed orders the King, there was some kind of a book that had some rules people had to follow. Dean didn't know about that when he got to his freshman year. He just showed up and did something against the rules… He became friends with a nerd *coughs* Charlie *coughs*. And so, he went to the bottom of the hierarchy. He already had a past in his last school where he was made fun of his clothes and for being way too attentive in classes… So one could say that his reputation pursued him.

The King of the school is the youngest Novak, Castiel. Everyone obeys to him, and everyone respects him. So naturally, Gordon and his little gang, Crowley and his little gang… Everyone and their little gang act under Castiel Novak's orders.

Think on the bright side, Dean… He has known you since forever! Dean thought to himself.

When Dean was going to take a breath he felt a punch in his stomach. He felt sick and his stomach hurt. He bent down when Gordon's fist touched him. As usual, Dean didn't make a sound. He knew that only made people enjoy beating him more and more if he started sounding weaker.

After a few more punches, Gordon let go of Dean.

Dean was getting ready for his PE class in the locker room when Castiel walked inside. Dean had just taken his shirt off and was looking for his school t-shirt on his locker.

Castiel walked past him, not even looking at him. Dean sighed, relieved that Castiel hadn't seen him.

But since Dean was alone in the locker room before, Castiel heard the sound of his sighing and looked at Dean.

After a few seconds of looking at Dean he recognized him.

"YOU!" Castiel yelled and Dean flinched.

Castiel didn't seem to notice Dean flinch because he got himself closer to Dean and yelled some more.

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO RUINED MY SHIRT!"

Dean started to apologize.

"I am so sorry! The glass slipped my hand! It was an accident."

"Yeah… Me ruining your face is going to be an accident too!" Castiel wasn't yelling anymore, he was smiling mischievously.

-Again- By instinct he closed his eyes and tried to protect his face.

He waited for the hit. But it never came. When he opened his eyes, Castiel's blue eyes were looking at him with a frown.

"Are you really that scared of me?" He asked curiously.

Dean gulped. But didn't answer, he just lowered his face to avoid Castiel's gaze.

That seemed to make Castiel angry.

"ANSWER TO ME!" He yelled at Dean.

Again, Dean flinched.

"I'm scared of everyone at this school." He admitted in a barely audible whisper.

But Castiel heard it. He looked genuinely intrigued by that statement.

"Why is that?"

Dean looked up, so see Castiel's face tilt slightly. Cute. He blushed deeply at his thoughts.

Dean looked back to the floor.

"Because I formed the wrong friendships accordingly to the schools' guide book. I befriended a geek and because my reputation pursues me." He said very uncomfortably. He didn't like to talk to other people, especially about himself. And being there, standing in front of Castiel talking to him, about himself… It made Dean feel weird.

The head tilt was even more obvious now.

"What kind of reputation?"

Dean didn't want to answer, but he was scared of what Castiel would do to him.

"I'm a 'good boy' I work hard to get good grades, and I don't wear the nicest clothes one can have. So people like to get me in trouble…"

Castiel nodded in understanding.

"And that gives you a reputation?" He asked with a laugh.

Dean didn't know if Castiel was making fun of him or if was just amused by the situation… Either way he didn't want to piss Castiel off.

"I'm really sorry about your shirt…" Dean said again.

Castiel huffed.

"I had just bought that shirt. And I really liked it! Now the stain won't leave!"

"I can make coke stains go away. If you let me I can get your shirt cleaned." He just wanted Castiel to leave his personal space, he was still slightly afraid of him, and he didn't want to risk being too close to Castiel to the point of getting hit for being the closest 'thing' around.

"That's the least you could do." Castiel agreed, annoyed. "I'll get you the shirt tomorrow. And you better not make it worse!"

Dean nodded.

Castiel backed down a bit, and Dean relaxed a bit. He felt better when he was alone. He didn't like people around to remind him how much better than him they were.

Dean got back to the task of finding his t-shirt. He found it and put it on. When he turned back, Castiel was gone.