Got inspired by AnnieWrites (who was kind enough to review my story and PM me about my story) to keep going with this story and make it longer. So here is the second chapter! YAY! Because of this chapter, I actually am seeing a sort of plot-line for this story. That means more chapters for me to write, which makes me happy, because I was worried I'd post one story and then let it go after that. But as all Purple Lewie's know, there is no giving up!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the characters in Supernatural.
Dean tapped his thumb on his knee as he sat and waited at the entrance of the middle school. He hummed the tune of one of the songs his dad was always listening to while he worked on the cars in his mechanic's garage. Sammy didn't normally take this long to come out, so Dean decided to venture into the halls he had once roamed. He peeked his head into the empty classrooms trying to see if he spotted the familiar brown haired boy. Once he reached the end of the hall he spotted the small library and shook his head. He should have known.
Dean opened the door and called out quietly, "Sammy?"
"Dean?"
"Where are you?" asked Dean.
"Over here," said Sammy, his head suddenly popping out from behind a stack near the other side of the library.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"You coming?" Dean asked, still only halfway through the door.
"Ya, just give me a minute," said Sam, his head disappearing.
Dean let out a sigh; a minute in a library for Sam was like an hour. He headed over to a table covered in puzzle pieces and sat down, drumming with his fingers on the table. He looked around the library, pushing himself slightly away from the table, leaning the chair as far as he could on the back two legs without tipping over. The librarian sat with her back turned towards him. Dean was pretty sure it was the same woman who had worked there since he had been in middle school. She had been old then, so now she must be ancient. He looked past her and noticed a form sitting next to a window. The boy's face was tucked down, focused on a book in his hands, but Dean remembered that messy hair. He slowly got up, looking more closely. The boy glanced up - not towards Dean -but looked into the glass of the window. Dean saw his reflection, and he couldn't help the smile that came across his face. The blue-eyed boy! The one from the park. It had been a couple weeks but Dean remembered that face. Dean made his way over to the boy by the window. The blue-eyed boy had returned to reading his book and didn't notice Dean approach.
"Hey there," said Dean.
The boy looked up, and stared just a moment, before a soft blush came over his cheeks.
"Do you remember me? We met in line for that rollercoaster-"
"I remember," the boy broke in.
"That's great," exclaimed Dean, then coughed and sat down across from the boy. "I mean, I'm Dean, by the way."
The boy put a bookmark in between the pages of his book. Dean couldn't see it perfectly clearly but he thought he saw Euclidean Geometry somewhere in the title. He smirked a little. This kid was something else.
"I'm Castiel."
"What?" asked Dean, the boys soft deep voice breaking him from the closed book. Dean thought he had heard him wrong.
"Castiel. It's my name."
Dean's eyes widened a bit.
"Wow. Weird name," said Dean.
"I like it," the blue-eyed boy - Castiel - Dean quickly corrected, said.
"Oh, I mean...No, It's great. I just..." Dean stopped. Castiel looked at him.
"I thought you said you were fifteen?"
Dean did a double take. "I am fifteen," he said.
"Why are you in a middle school?" asked Castiel.
"Oh," Dean laughed quietly. "My little brother is happily reading the entire library right
now. He goes here."
"Oh," said Castiel, nodding in understanding.
"Why are you here?"
"My sister goes here."
Dean paused, waiting for an explanation of why he was sitting in the school's library, but the boy sat quietly, fiddling with his thumbs.
"So do you go to the high school?" Dean thought he knew most of the faces that walked
past him in the halls on a daily basis, but this boy's face had never appeared there.
"No, I'm homeschooled," said Castiel, pausing and then adding, "I just come to walk my sister home."
"Homeschooled. Really?" Dean asked. He'd never met anyone who was homeschooled before.
"Yes."
"Oh, cool."
"Dean, there you are," said Sam, coming over to the table.
Dean turned around.
"You done," he asked his little brother.
"Yep," said Sam, grinning.
"Okay, let's head home then," said Dean. He turned back around to Castiel, who in their pause on conversation had reopened his book. "I'm glad I got to see you again."
"Yes, it was nice to see you again," said Castiel, his eyes catching a bit of light, making them shine slightly.
Dean fumbled a little in his head on what to say next. "Well, I'll see you around Castiel."
"Have a good day Dean."
Dean turned around and saw Sam standing at the door, his books all checked out. Dean got to Sam and then glanced back and saw Castiel had returned his gaze to the window.
I'm really excited about this, but if you may or may not be able to notice in future chapters my knowledge of middle school and high school is very limited because I was home schooled. So writing about Cass' school lifestyle will be very easy, but all my knowledge of public education comes from teen movies and teen romance novels. So please if you have a note, comment, or correction that would help make it seem more realistic let me know (: