Castiel spent the morning with Dean they sat on the bench that Castiel had sat at the previous night. They talked, not of anything to deep or personal just small things like TV or music. Castiel had to say he found this boy very interesting. It was quite fascinating the way his face would light up when he was talking about Metallica. It was comfortable.

When the lunch bell rang Dean looked at Castiel sheepishly and sighed as if he didn't want to leave but had to. Dean stood up from the bench and turned to Castiel.

"Sorry, I have to go meet my baby bro. We always have lunch together. It was nice meeting you erh Castiel" Dean pulled a face at Castiels name and Castiel returned one of confusion. "Castiel do you have a nickname?" he shook his head, he had never made a friend which wanted to give him a nickname. "Hmm, mind if I call you Cas? I mean Castiels great and all but it seems a bit… Adultish, you know?"

Castiel thought of this for a moment, his did like his name but if someone wanted to call him a nickname he wasn't going to object.

"Dean. You may call me whatever you want. Just as long as it isn't offensive, other wise I would have to deck you." He said it with a deadpan expression which shocked Dean. Castiel smirked and stood up next to Dean patting him on the arm before walking in the direction of the dorms.

He opened the door to his dorm room and was surprised to find he was alone for the first time in the shared space. He sighed heavily, talking to Dean was an exhausting task. He was waaay to energetic for a teenager shoved into an all boys boarding school proclaiming to be straight for no reason what so ever.

Castiel opened the window, pulled out a cigarette; lit it. Plopping down on his bed, taking a slow drag. He wondered if there would be any repercussions for skipping out of his first few lessons but then he decided he didn't care.

His family chucked him into this shit with out giving a damn about what he wanted. They expected too much from him, he shook his head. He was arguing his point to nothingness.

He sighed again, then went to his bag which still wasn't fully unpacked and pulled out an A5 sketch book. He also grabbed a pencil from a small case he carried with him. He moved over to the window and sat on the ledge, breathing in another drag and releasing small tendrils of blue smoke.

He opened the sketch book and looked over previous drawings, some of them had a happy theme from happier times, he smiled sorrowfully. Then some of his drawings were a bit more angsty, he turned the pages quicker until he found a fresh clean page.

He let the pencil carve its way over the page in particular way. He didn't know what he wanted to draw just that he wanted to create something. Something beautiful in comparison to this world.

Castiel didn't know how long he had been sat there (long enough to get through a couple of cigarettes but whatever), but when the door opened behind him with a click he was surprised. He looked up and saw Chuck, who stared back just as surprised to see Castiel in their room.

"Hi, you missed class what happened? I told the teachers you were ill." Chuck didn't look him in the eye but he didn't mind, he just shrugged.

"Got distracted. Thanks for covering for me." Castiel looked down and realised he was still in his uniform, he got up placing his sketchbook and pencil on the window sill and started changing into grey joggers and a black neck top. Castiel found it funny how Chuck was uncomfortable when he got changed. So he did right in front of the brown haired boy. For his own amusement.

Chuck seemed to have plucked up the courage to ask something to Castiel turned to him only half dressed in his joggers, top in his hands.

"Castiel how come you have wings on your back?" He was tentative as if not to upset his room mate.

"Where else are they supposed to go Chuck? Angels can't fly if their wings are on their stomachs." He couldn't help but smirk. He was named after an angel so wings just seemed to be the natural thing to get on his back, he liked them. Jet black outlines across his fairly pale skin. They looked freaking awesome.

Chuck simply nodded at Castiels answer, guessing he didn't want to intrude. Rightly so really.

Castiel lifted his top over his head sliding it down. He was hungry.

"Chuck you hungry?" Chuck thought about it then nodded; they decided to go to the kitchen/chill out area.

When they entered there weren't many people around, it was still pretty early for proper dinner and this area was more for breakfast and lunch, dinner was served in the canteen near the centre of the campus. Apparently.

Castiel immediately went and grabbed an apple from where Dean had shown him the same morning; Chuck went to one of the cupboards and grabbed a couple of glasses filling them with water. Castiel was perched on the counter not bothering with chairs, Chuck wandered over handing him a glass.

It seemed like the moment was meant to be them bonding but Castiel didn't do bonding, he kept himself to himself. Or at least tried.

So they stood/sat there in silence for a minute, Castiel eating his apple whilst Chuck drank heavily from his glass. He must have been very thirsty…

"Chuck, do you know where you can get alcohol around here?" Chuck didn't seem surprised to be asked but still gave Castiel a look which said you missed class now you're asking for alcohol have you got problems? Which Castiel confidently ignored.

"Just wondering you know? Just in case." Chuck turned back leaning against the counter.

"Erh, there's a store in town that sells to near enough anyone, they don't ask for ID though you do have to look old enough to buy it. You could probably get away with it." Castiel nodded glad that Chuck was resourceful.

"Thanks."

"No problem, but if you're getting drunk let me know so I know when to have aspirin ready. I bet you're an absolute dick when hung over." Castiel glared at him and Chuck grimaced. "Its just an observation." Castiel thought about it for a minute and came to the conclusion he was right, he was a dick when hung over.

A group of lads hustled into the chill out area, being rowdy and Chuck started looking uncomfortable, Castiel gave him a question look and he just shook his head. That's when this big guy came over.

"Hey Chuckie, how you doing today? Still hammering away on your little computer?" The boy sneered and got in Chucks personal space, looking slightly scared. It pissed Castiel off, why do they feel the need to be threatening, he wasn't even doing anything?

"Hey Chuckie, you're gonna come by later aren't you? Sort out our needs right? Because you don't really have a choice, our arrangement is final." His friends behind him laughed Chuck was curling up on himself, corned against the counter. Castiel had no idea what he was talking about but he needed to get Chuck out. It felt like an obligation.

So he did what he had been taught to do, fight back. He could totally take him.

"Hey leave Chuck alone, fatty." He practically snarled the last word. Blue eyes glaring at the threat.

"Woah, Chuckie you got yourself a friend, how sweet." He wasn't ready for the right hook Castiel planted in his eye socket, and then the elbow to his ribs. When he doubled over he was met with another elbow to the back of his skull. His entire body slammed against the cold wooden floor. His friends so shocked they couldn't jump into action they just stood staring at where their front man had been standing to where he was now crumpled on the floor.

Chuck gasped loudly breathing heavily, panting. He looked at Castiel in shock, who the hell was this guy? And why the hell did he help?

All Castiel did was spit on the dudes face, grab Chuck arm and dragged him out of the dorm building. He didn't let go until they reached a tree and then he slid down it to sit on an unearthed root. He breathed steadily adrenaline rushing through his veins. It had been a while.

Chuck hadn't stopped glaring at him.

"Who the hell are you? You were like freaking Bruce Lee!" Castiel looked up at room mate who face was spread with a smile hands behind his head. Castiel looked confused who the hell was Bruce Lee?

"The repercussions for this are going to be heavy." The Chuck sat next to his room mate. "Thanks man no one has ever stood up for me before." He smiled tentively again.

"Chuck, what was fatty talking about?" Castiel pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, passing it to Chuck after the first drag. Chuck thought for a minute, deciding whether or not to tell him everything, he decided he might as well. They were going to kill him now anyways.

"I am their. Quote 'Sex slave' they basically rape me in their dorms because getting on each other it too 'gay'. Stupid all boy boarding school. Stupid rule which says you can't go out after 7. Stupid everything."

"I get it. You aren't anymore thought."

"What? You can't be there everytime they come for me"

"I can try. Just leave some kind of sign they came, something obvious though."

"We barely know each other.." He didn't finish what he was saying.

"Yeah maybe not but I know how it is." Chuck looked at Castiel who was just looking straight ahead, maybe they really were in the same boat.

"We are so fucking screwed." Is all Chuck could manage, he got up and pulled Castiel with him, they didn't go back to the dorm. Just walked. They might not share everything but they would have each others back from now on."

Hey guys, I wanted to bring Chuck and Castiel together as friends because I think people neglect Chuck a bit. Later on in the story I'm gonna bring in some of the characters which only had an ep or so in the actual show because some of them are AWESOME like Andy! Sooo you should be seeing them around hopefully. I love reviews.