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Chapter 2

Dean sighs as he drives home from work. It had been a week now and today was by far the busiest day yet. He wasn't used to dealing with such a busy shop before. Typically he just worked in some small mechanic shop that rarely saw any business. Plus he didn't normally have to work on Saturday's but sadly he had to now. It is already six and Dean really didn't feel like cooking anything, so he swings by the local diner to pick up some burgers for Sam and him.

Dean was proud of Sammy. It had only been a week but already he was making friends. He wouldn't shut up about some chick named Jess and he already joined some geeky science club. Sam seemed to be happier here then he had been anywhere else since they started moving around. He also wouldn't shut up about how awesome his English teacher was. Apparently he was some really young dude that all the kids liked and all the girls were crushing on.

Dean was happy his brother was doing so well here. He was worried that Sam would stand out a little and not make an attempt to make any friends because he figured they would just move again. Dean walked cheerfully into the diner as he thought about how great it would be to finally be able to settle down.

"What can I get you today sweetheart?" the waitress asks Dean, smiling brightly at him.

"I will just have two burger with sides of fries to go," says Dean giving the pretty cute waitress, his winning smile.

"Coming right up," she says blushing and turning to walk back into the kitchen.

Dean stands there waiting patiently for his food. He tries not to let his mind wonder to a certain someone with bright blue eyes. Ever since the day he ran into the man coming out of the office, his dreams have been filled with his blue eyes and messy hair, and his plush soft looking lips. Dean shudders a little and quickly tries to change his train of thoughts.

Irritably, Dean looks around the restaurant, frustrated with himself. Suddenly his eyes rest on a body huddled in the corner of the diner. Even though the man was looking down at the table, Dean knew by the hair and the trench coat that it was the blue eyed man. Frantically Dean looks for a place to hide incase the man looked up and saw him. His search is futile though and Dean stands there awkwardly trying not to let his eyes drift over to the man in the trench coat. Digging his nails into his arms, Dean tried to keep himself from walking over there and just sweeping the man off his feet.

Not soon enough the woman is bringing his food back, smiling ever so sweetly at Dean. It just rolls off Dean however because his mind is focused on other things. He thanks the lady and pays for the food. Just as he is about to leave he stops and glances back over at the man.

"I… uh… I hate to sound nosey," he says to the waitress, "but do you by chance know the name of the man sitting over there in the trench coat?" Dean asks, nodding his head ever so slightly towards the man. The waitress smiles fondly.

"Why yes I do, he's a regular. He comes in almost every night and he is the sweetest man I have ever met. Although quite shy I must admit. His name is Castiel. Why do you ask?" the waitress looks at Dean curiously.

Blushing profusely, Dean tries to think up a response to his random inquisition of the man, "I was just wondering, he looked like an old friend of mine for a second but I don't want to bother him."

Innocently, Dean turns to leave, but not before letting himself have one more glance at Castiel. Castiel? Wow the name was a mouthful. Almost without thinking about it Dean changes his name to just Cas. Greedily Dean looks over at him wanting one last look. He freezes though when he finds Cas looking back at him, his piercing blue eyes starring into Dean's. Shuddering, Dean quickly breaks the eye contact and hurries out the door, not even thanking the waitress.

Bolting for the Impala, Dean hops in and guns the engine, wanting to get away from Cas as quickly as possible and away from the growing feeling in the pit of his stomach. Trees and houses flash by as Dean drives way to fast down the road to his apartment complex. It comes up on him way to fast and Dean swerves quickly, tires screeching to make it into the parking lot of the complex.

Dean pulls into a parking lot and lets out a deep breathe, letting his head fall against the steering wheel. The sun was starting to go down and a rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. Dark clouds start rolling in as Deans sits in his car trying to just calm his erratic heart beat. Why was this man having such an effect on him? What was it about those bright blue eyes that just made his stomach do flip flops.

Shakily, Dean climbs out of the car, just now noticing the black clouds rolling in. The breeze picks up causing goose bumps to rise up on Dean's arms. Dean wearily makes his way inside, thinking that the weather is trying to match his mood now.

Opening the creaking door to the apartment, Dean is greeted to the sound of some classical music playing from their old stereo and Sam spread out on the table, working diligently on homework.

"What the hell is this crap you're playing," grumbles Dean as he walks over to Sam and tosses him his dinner.

Rolling his eyes, Sam grabs his food and digs in greedily, pushing his homework aside. The boy was always eating. Dean swore that he was a bottomless pit. All Sam does is eat, grow, do homework, then grow some more. It was scary how big he had gotten in only a year.

"It's just classical music Dean. It's supposed to help people concentrate better. Besides it's nicer to listen to then the stuff you call music," says Sam through a mouthful of food. Growling, Dean just glares at Sam and walks over punching the off bottom on the stereo.

"You are such a nerd. How are you even my brother?" Dean says teasingly, sitting down across from Sam and digging into his own burger.

Sam chooses to ignore his brother and focus on eating until he remembers the paper his English teacher gave him yesterday. Slowly, Sam reaches into his backpack and pulls the letter out and slides it smoothly over to Dean who glances at it curiously.

"What this?" Dean asks swallowing a mouthful of burger.

Blushing, Sam rubs the back of his neck before replying, "It's a letter from my English teacher. I forgot to give it to you yesterday when I got home from school. He wants to meet with you since you're technically my guardian and talk about moving me up into the next class. He say's I am too smart to be in that class. He knows it has only been a week but he said he can tell I need something way more challenging then that class." Sam picks at his food, not wanting to look at Dean, figuring he will just tease him for being so smart.

Sam is surprised however when Dean says nothing. Curiously, he glances up at Dean to find him sitting there frozen, he's eyes glued to the paper. This so isn't happening Dean thinks as he reads the name at the bottom of the letter. It was signed Castiel Novak. There was no way in hell that there just happened to be two Castiel's at the same school, which could only mean this was the same blue eyed man that keeps making his pants feel too tight and his heart race. Fuck, how was he supposed to sit in on a parent-teacher conference, alone, when he could barely think about the dude without getting turned on.

Dean glances over the letter and realizes that there is no other option. If Sam wants to be allowed to move up then he will have to meet with Cas. Dean gulps loudly and glances back down at the bottom of the letter. Why him, of all the teachers that could ask to meet him, it just has to be him.

"Yo! Earth to Dean!" Sam says waving a hand in front of Dean's face knocking him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" says Dean stupidly, looking up at Sam sheepishly.

"You just like completely zoned out there on me, you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," Dean glances down at the letter again, "Do you really want to do this Sammy?" Dean asks hoping Sam will say no, but knowing he won't.

"Hells yeah I do! You know how awesome it would be to be the only sophomore in junior classes!" Sam smiles giddily. One look at Sam's happy face and Dean knows he can't say no to him. Everything he did was for Sam and he wasn't going to let some stupid crush get in the way of his brother's happiness.

"Alright, alright! I will do it but you so owe me. When is the meeting?" Dean asks, pushing the paper back across the rough table, not wanting to see it anymore.

Sam jumps up in excitement, "You are the best brother ever! Mr. Novak said that if you say yes, you can meet him after school on Monday in his room. Around 4:30 I think he said."

Dean grimaces, he was going to have one day to get ready for this meeting, plus he was going to have to call into work and tell them he was going to have to leave early on Monday.

"Alright I will be there, I promise," says Dean as he stand up, picking up his trash from his now finished dinner. "You have kitchen duty for all of next week though as payment," Dean smiles at Sam, who just groans but is honestly too happy to care.

"Fine I'll do the dishes," Sam says before walking off to do just that.

Leaving his brother to his chores, Dean makes his way to the bathroom to take a cold shower in hopes that is will help clear his mind.

Once in the shower, Dean leans his head against the wall and lets the cool water wash away the oil and sweat on his body. Leaning his head back, he lets the water cascade down his face, one thought penetrating his mind the entire time. What the hell had he just gotten himself into?