I went to my first period, which was economics, thinking of Dean the whole way. He showed potential for a decent friend, which I didn't have many of, by choice of course. There weren't many people I could find genuine interest in, they're all the same. High school tended to be made of people trying to be better in all the wrong ways. Don't get me wrong, I think everyone is beautiful and unique in their own small ways, but everyone so readily and easily conforms and as a result on the outside they're all the same to me. Dean was. . . I'm not sure what it was but he was different. I can do different. Different is good.

I took my seat in the second row, right next to the window and got my notebook and binder for the class out. Chuck came in and sat next to me, greeting me with his usual, gruff 'Hello.'

The teacher began to talk about the economic turmoil in our countries and countries around the world to warm us up for class when Chuck turned to me and said quietly, "All I've been hearing about is that new guy. I didn't even know we had a new guy but apparently he's been here for a week already. Dude, you're like my link to the outside world, why didn't you update me?"

I sighed. I had always kept Chuck up to date on all the gossip in school because he was something of an introvert, he kept to himself a lot, came to school three days a week, and for some reason lived off of the dirtiest gossip this hell hole had to offer. This gossip was usually supplied by Becky or myself, but I guess Becky beat me to this one.

"Yeah, Chuck, we've got a new kid. His name is Dean Winchester. I bumped into him this morning and showed him around the school at his request."

Chuck raised his eyebrows at me. "Oh really now?"

I cocked my head and gave Chuck a puzzled look.

"Yes, Chuck, really. He kept getting lost on his first few days. That's all. Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you, mom's back."

Chuck groaned and proceeded to bury his face in his hands, mumbling something that sounded like 'Damn evil she-bitch' but I couldn't be sure, so I turned my attention back to the teacher up front and took a few notes throughout his lecture and towards the end I made a note to myself about the quiz we were going to have at the end of this week. The bell rang and I said a quick goodbye to Chuck as I patted him on his shoulder to wake him up and gave him my notebook so he could copy the notes he had missed while he was taking his first period nap. I then left for my second period class.

Second period passed relatively quickly, and then it was time for third period, English. English with Dean. I remembered our conversation this morning and looked forward to talking with him again. I stopped by my locker in between classes to drop off the materials for my previous classes and pick up my book for English; we were reading Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood. Just as I was closing my locker I felt eyes on me and turned to look up into a face full of Dean. I laughed nervously before addressing him.

"Hello Dean. How is your day going? Are your classes easier to find now?"

Dean grinned before replying. "Much, and it's all thanks to you. I just have one question: How do you put up with the kids here? They're not a very exciting bunch if you ask me."

I laughed. "Not at all. This is a small town Dean. Small towns, small minds, conformity. A few break through the mold, but this town is pretty strict, and almost everyone here goes to the same church, so they all come with the same beliefs too. It's not too fun, but it could be worse I suppose."

Dean nodded then held out his hand in a sweeping motion. "Well I'm glad you're not like that. And now it's off to English class with us. Lead the way Cassy boy."

I grimaced at the new nickname, but inwardly I sort of liked it. No one called me Cassy except for my brother Gabriel, so it had positive connotations. I grinned up at Dean before turning on my heel towards English class.

English class passed with a lot of hushed whispers from a group of girls in the back corner of the room, aimed at Dean I'm sure, and Dean looking over at me and making funny faces, while I attempted to keep my focus on the teacher. I liked Mrs. Schaible, she was one of the teachers who was more than just tolerable, she was actually really fun. As distracting as Dean was I managed to get down most of the discussion in my notes and even participate a few times. Dean was handed a copy of the book at the beginning of class and he was reading it now (in between making those ridiculous faces of course) to catch up. Luckily, we had just started this book earlier this week so he didn't miss too much. By the time the bell rang he was a good amount into it, and I noticed towards the end of class he was making less and less of those faces and burying his nose deeper and deeper into the book. I walked with him out of the classroom after saying goodbye to Mrs. Schaible, and asked him if he liked it so far.

He chewed his lip in thought a moment before answering.

"It's starts off pretty brutally, but then it switches up pretty quick, and I think I figured out who's who and what's going on, but I guess to really know I'll just have to keep reading. So, yeah, I'd say I like it so far."

I nodded my head in agreement. "Understood."

Dean looked down at me (yes he was slightly taller and I was just now noticing it) for a moment before opening his mouth.

"Well I've got Economics next, so I've gotta go this way. Thanks again for being so helpful Castiel. I really do appreciate it."

He turned to go but then turned around just as quickly and his mouth made a perfect "O" shape while he reached around to pull a ballpoint pen from his backpack.

"Almost forgot," he said as he scribbled his number down on the palm of my hand.

"Call me if you need anything or if you want to study or just hang out, alright?"

I nodded my head in assent.

"Absolutely. Thanks Dean."

He grinned at me then turned to run to his Econ class.

Huh. He gave me his number. Isn't that something? I pondered the possibilities of what this could mean on my way to fourth period.

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