Well, I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by...

Dean awoke with a cry, sitting up in his bed. The sudden movement made the bed's frame creak with age. Sweat slid down his back, causing a chilling
sensation to tingle his spine. The phantom of the dream, memory rather, swirled in his mind, consuming Dean's every thought. He stayed in the same
position for what seemed like hours until he heard a timid knock at his door.

"Come in," he rasped, throat still entangled with sleep. The door opened to reveal Sam with a worried look on his face. Chocolate brown hair traveled
down his face and complimented his soft hazel eyes. He streched his arms in a quiet yawn and then addressed his brother.

"Is everything alright?" Dean couldn't help but smile slightly at how much his brother meant to him. He couldn't even imagine the look on his
little Sammy's face if he found out about Gabriel.

Shaking the thought from his mind, Dean replied,"I'm fine. It was just a nightmare." Sam fixed his brother with a sympathetic gaze and nodded in
understandment. Suddenly, he perked up and remembered what he had wanted to say to Dean.

"The new neighbors just moved in. There's just a father, mother, and their kid. Oh, and their kid is a highschooler. I believe his name was Castiel.
He was probably about the same age as you," he informed. Dean felt a small clench in his gut as Sam mentioned the house next door. Gabriel used to
live in that house, but his family moved away after his death.

"Well that's pretty cool, I guess." Sam gave his brother a famous 'bitch face' and rolled his eyes. Dean could never be excited about anything.

"Dad is out but he made breakfast before he left." And with that, Dean watched his little brother retreat into the kitchen. He raked a hand
through his hair before untangling his feet from the blankets. Luckily, the chilling feeling was gone and he could push the memory into the
very back of his mind, where he preferred to leave it.

"Thank God for Saturdays," Dean muttered. Without a glance in the mirror, he strolled out of his room and across the hall to the bathroom.
The idea of a hot shower never sounded nicer.

... saw what I'd done. He set up a nest outside.

Weekends never last long, and before he knew it, Dean was walking into school, books being carried in his arms. He never cared much for high school, but
it used to be a lot worse. Gabriel made sure of that before he had died. After sophmore year, Dean had stopped caring about his grades and decided
that they were unimportant. Of course, like any parent, his dad lectured him about the importance of doing good in school and going to college, but
Dean couldn't have cared less.

He wasn't exactly the most popular guy in school, but he did have plenty of friends. Upon reaching his locker, he took a look at the chipping paint
that was starting to get noticably worse. He shrugged it off and spun his combonation with skilled fingers. Dean continued to carelessly dump
his books into the musty locker. He wasn't really sure why he brought books home if he knew he wasn't going to bother with homework. Even his dad
knew.

"Hey brotha," someone drawled from behind him. There was no need to turn around to know that his best friend, Benny, was the owner of the voice. Dean
swiveled around casually to face his friend. Benny preferred to wear a hat most of the time and was almost never seen without it. His facial hair
was growing in nicely around the sides of his face. His crystal blue eyes were easily his best feature.

Dean greeted him with a warm smile as they headed down the hall to homeroom. The school wasn't necessarily trashy, it just wasn't like a prep school.
The two only cared about getting away from the white tiled halls filled with the stench of perfume, chatter echoing through the building.

Upon reaching the designated room, Benny and Dean reluctantly entered the room. They could both hear the hushed whispers coming from a group of
girls in the corner. One of them pointed their finger at Dean. He graced them with a charming, but also cocky, grin. The girl pointing proceeded to
giggle and wave flirtatiously.

Just as the pair sat down in their seats, the bell sounded with a shrill ring. The teacher rose from his seat in the front of the room, prepared
to start the school day.

"Alright, class, quiet down," he said in a nasally voice. Dean didn't pay much attention as the teacher went on about school announcements, clubs,
all that boring stuff. He busied himself with staring out the window. The grass was sprinkled over with a glistening sheet of snow. Trees' branches
were covered in it, the weight of the substance causing the tree limbs to droop. It was the perfect scenery for an average December morning.

"There will be a new student joining us today," the teacher announced. That got Dean's attention as he snapped his head around to look at the new
student.

The first thing Dean noticed were the boy's alarmingly deep blue eyes, brighter than a million waves reflecting sunlight. His hair was a very dark
brown, disheveled and strewn every which way. He wore a grey and white sweater vest along with black jeans that hugged his skinny legs. A book bag
was slung over his shoulder in a carefree manner, papers jutting out. The new kid was definitely odd.

"This is Castiel Novak. You can sit anywhere you want, Castiel." The boy nodded and shuffled over to a seat across the room from Dean. For some reason,
the name sent off an alarm in Dean's head. Where had he heard that name before?

Realization slammed into him as he recalled the events of Saturday morning. Sam had told him about the neighbors and their son. So that must be the
guy Sam was talking about. There was something about Castiel that seemed eerie to Dean. He dismissed it as paranoia and let it float to the back
of his conscience. It wasn't until his name was called that Dean realized attendance was being taken.

"Dean Winchester," the teacher called out. At that moment, Dean was looking at Castiel and trying to get an idea of how he acted. Benny had to
elbow his friend in the ribs and gesture towards the front of the room.

"Oh, here."

He turned back to the new kid for just a minute and saw blue eyes piercing right through himself. Castiel's gaze was both ominous and
knowing, as if he had met Dean before. The familiar cold feeling began to form in his stomach and made the hair on the back of his neck
stand up. Dean abruptly shifted to look out the window once again, feeling those eyes boring into his back, as if seeing right into
his soul.

Author Note: Sorry it's kind of boring so far. It'll get better I promise. I will try to crank these out as fast as I can in between
school and all.

Thank you for reading uvu