sorry for the late update i got really involved in a long fanfiction and was sorta stuck on where to go with this one but I have a definate plan and will try and update more regularly.

reviews welcome i could really use the advice as this is my first ettempt at a fanfiction.

thanks to my beta emma for sorting this out

i dont own supernatural or any of the characters etc...

As Cas and Dean made their way down the hall, fits of laughter sprouted out from their fellow students. Castiel didn't quite understand what was so funny but he guessed it had something to do with what they were wearing. Dean wore a pair of ugly maroon shorts with a mustard coloured t-shirt that read "Chess me out! I'm rooking for a date. Atlantis high chess team 1981". Cas wore loose-fitted, grey jogging bottoms - with what he hoped was mud on the butt and groin - and a florescent orange hoodie with "Mike the Machine 78 "written boldly in white.
"Dammit Cas, we look like ass clowns", Dean whispered into Castiel's ear, chuckling.
He turned to meet Dean's eyes and frowned "I apologise for causing you any discomfort in front of our peers Dean but it is not in my nature to take things from others." For a reason Castiel couldn't quite put his finger on, he didn't want to disappoint Dean.
"I'm just messing with yah man!" Dean replied, gently patting Castiel on the back.
At Dean's touch, Cas' skin tingled and he felt his cheeks gently warm with a blush. What was happening to him? Angels don't blush when their handsome food-tech partner affectionately taps their back! Since Castiel's vessel Jimmy was still growing and developing it would affect him in peculiar ways, he knew, but vessels of such a young age had not been used in many millennia and few of his brothers and sisters remembered the side effects. For this reason and this reason only, Castiel had been permitted to use a younger vessel. His siblings, who were helping to search for Anna, had all used adult vessels and posed teachers in various schools in the state. Therefore Cas presumed the strange feelings he had around other students and especially, it seemed, Dean, was just a side effect of using a young vessel. It had to be.
They separated ways in the corridor, Castiel heading to calculus and Dean to biology.
Biology was a drag for Dean. Science wasn't his thing. Actually most academic things weren't - with the exception of maths. Formulas just clicked in his head and there was always a right answer and once he'd done the calculation it was over; no side effect or conclusion needed.
Being a hunter, Dean was never sure their plans would work. Sometimes they didn't, sometimes people died, sometimes there were side effects. He'd tell himself they saved more than they lost but sometimes that wasn't what was important.
Casting out such thoughts, he sat himself on the second to last row of work benches next to a pair of giggly, blonde cheerleaders. They introduced themselves as Pamela and Rose and courteously invited him to sit at their bench after a not so subtle stare at his rounded ass. Even in the awful, stolen clothes he wore, he had to admit his ass was nothing short of desirable.
The class was looking at frogs and planning a dissection for next lesson. A few people protested and shouted about how they wouldn't take part in the needless slaughter of life. Dean sighed as the cheerleaders beside him insisted that "a brave strong guy" like him should cut for their bench.
Rose not-so-subtly rubbed her thigh against his. Dean played to the bait with a flirty wink and charming smile; earning him both their phone numbers. Usually Dean would be chuffed to have gotten two hot girl's numbers and he was sure that both would happily go out with him, but today didn't quite have the same effect.
It must be because it's a new school, he thought as the bell rang, indicating the end of the lesson.
He packed away, thanking the girls for their numbers and promising to call. Looking down at his timetable, he groaned. Drama. That meant Shakespearean tragedies or a Dickens book turned into a play in which he would be nothing more than chimney sweep number 2 or dance around the room like an idiot.
As he arrived outside the class, his heart soared. A certain blue eyed mystery happened to be queuing up outside with a dorky looking brunette.