A/N: Thankyou to the lovely response for the last chapter, I wanted to get the second one out relatively quickly. I hope you guys like it, please let me know and review what you think/what you'd like to see in future chapters it helps me out so much! Thanks.

Dean swaggered into the classroom as the eagle eyes of his teacher, Mr Masters, scorched his back.

"Mister Winchester, you're late." He said in a tone that would have nearly any other student fearing for their life, but Dean had never experienced his teacher speaking to him in any other way.

"Fashionably." He said with a wink at Chuck who smirked and slapping Ash's hand on the way past.

"Well I'm glad you find yourself amusing." Mr Masters snapped and Dean turned to him.

"I think I'm adorable." He said with a winning smile.

"Get to the back Mister Winchester, you've wasted enough time."

Dean made his way to his usual place at teh back of the room and made an effort to ignore Ash's inappropriate gestures. He'd been moved to the back of the classroom since about the first day of term to a desk on his own. He looked to the board and saw 'Trigonometry' upon which he immediately switched off. He slowly got out his secret hobby. Only Sam knew about this. He'd mocked him mercilessly until he'd seen how talented Dean was and had promised to stop teasing him as long as Dean would carry on. However he'd been sworn to complete and absolute secrecy and could tell no one, especially Dad.

He opened the book filled with staves and his scrawled sheet music. He could hear the notes in his head and he continued the hurried song he was creating for merely a form of occupation, it wouldn't amount to anything.

"So I want you to make him very welcome." Mister Masters instructed before continuing with some equation or another. Dean looked up, confused. The boy from earlier was walking up to him, the one next to him was the only spare seat. He shot him a brilliant smile and could've sworn he saw the boy gulp. Maybe he didn't want to sit with Dean, maybe he could see that Dean was clearly a trouble maker. He sat down and got out his books, starting his work. Dean hid his book from view, sitting quietly, not sure whether to start a conversation or not. He observed the boy and saw he was quite attractive, not that he was attracted or anything. He just noticed. He had jet black spiky bed hair with that 'oh, you just caught me after a walk in the wind' look to it that no doubt the chicks would love. He was kind of pale, but not overly so. He was tall-ish, just a bit smaller than Dean and lean. But what grabbed Dean's attention were the boy's eyes. They were the brightest blue of any eyes he'd ever seen. They were, for some reason, enchanting. Dean shook himself, looking away. Get a grip Dean, he told himself.

"Hello Dean." The boy said uncertainly with a small smile on his lips. That was all the invitation Dean needed to flash him one of his special reserve smiles that made any girl swoon. The boy immediately cast his eyes back down onto his book.

"Hey, I didn't know you were in my year. You new?"

"Er, yes, I just moved here with my brothers and sisters."

"Oh yeah, cool. Where's your parents?" Dean asked conversationally and regretted asking as soon as he saw the look on the boy's face. Touchy subject, nice one Dean.

"Uh, they, er... away. Business trip." The only mistake he made was the smile on the end, Dean knew it was a lie but certainly wasn't going to push the guy.

"Ditto, my Dad anyway, constantly."

"At least you have your Mom though." The boy said in a happy-for-you type way. Dean only hm-ed. After a few more moments the boy spoke again.

"So, why are you sitting all by yourself."

"Were."

"Why were you sitting all by yourself?" He said with a genuine smile, his eyes crinkling slightly in a way that for some reason made Dean's throaten tighten. He ignored it.

"Doesn't anyone like you?" He asked simply, clearly not meaning to be unkind but not realising the blunt nature of his words, Dean laughed quietly.

"It's actually sort of the opposite." Dean said with a wink. The black haired boy tilted his head and furrowed his brow in an expression of innocent confusion that would make any mother melt in a pool of her own tears of adoration. This kid looked like butter wouldn't melt, and he didn't even know it. Dean drew in a jagged breath.

"I don't understand."

"I'm sitting all by myself because everyone likes me." Dean said awaiting the expression of disdain at his mock-arrogance. To his surprise the boy leaned in closer to him.

"Everyone except the teacher, it would seem." He said with a smirk and Dean grinned, this kid was earning more respect by the second.

"Mister Winchester, Mister Novak, I trust you both will know the answer." Both boys turned to the front, disorientated as they returned to the real, less-entrancing, world of reality.

"Um..." Was all Dean managed.

"i thought not. You'll both stay after school for detention. I will give you the benfit of the doubt, Mister Novak, that Mister Winchester was disturbing you, but in future do try and ignore him." Dean looked to the boy, expecting a nodding dog but instead a solemn look of defiance.

And that was how Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak first became friends.

Later in the canteen Dean brought Castiel along with him to sit with his friends, he decided to wait until tomorrow to introduce them to him because he barely knew the guy yet and they were all delved into conversation. Castiel sat awkwardly whilst Dean caught up with his friend. Thankfully he then saw Gabriel walk over with a few people who looked a year older than him and Dean, however they all appeared to be a part of Dean's group and immediately began chatting and eating.

"Hey, you okay? Got an A+ on a paper yet?" Gabriel said boredly, throwing back a handful of skittles.

"No actually I got a detention after school." Gabriel sprayed all his skittles in Castiels face and he swatted them away with a small smile when he saw Gabriel's grin.

"I'm so proud of you! That's my boy! Oh, look at you all grown up! Man, I'm tearing up here, this is a kodak moment." He ruffled Castiel's hair and Castiel whaacked his hand away.

"Could you just let Michael know I'll be a little late home." He said, his tone awkward and slightly guilty. Gabriel caught on instantly, delighted with the new turn Castiel was taking.

"Absolutely your secret is safe with me. So what did you get a detention for anyways, kiddo?"

"Talking in class." Castiel said, hanging his head slightly.

"Ah, an oldy but goody. How're you gonna' get home?"

"I'll er... I'll catch a late bus."

"Okay, sure thing." Gabriel said, not really listening anymore as he began texting. The next few hours passed quite uneventfully for Castiel. Then at last the time for his detention came. He filed back to his classroom and he was there before Dean had arrived but took his seat at the back nonetheless. When Dean arrived he gave Castiel an apologetic smile.

"Hey. Listen, man, sorry I got you in detention on your first day. Kind of a dick move on my part, I guess." He shifted awkwardly.

"Consider yourself forgiven. You owe me one." He said with a small smile and Dean laughed.

"Sure, whatever."

Mister Masters walked in and began shuffling papers, reports, and a mixture of other boring things that make up the daily cocktail of being a teacher. When he looked up at them he started, clearly having forgotten that they'd earned a detention earlier.

"Oh. You two. Now I have a meeting but you two are to stay here until 4:30 and I'll know if you leave early as the cleaners will tell me." And with an annoying head flick of authority he marched out of the classroom.

Dean turned to him and sighed.

"Well this is a barrel of laughs." Castiel nodded in agreement.

"So was that dude in the canteen earlier your...?" He trailed off, uncertain and for some reason nervous.

"He's my brother." He stated simply and Dean exhaled deeply, his smile returning.

"Right, cool. I have a brother, he goes here to. He's called Sam, he's in the year below."

"Oh. I actually have six siblings."

"Six! Woah dude, things must get crazy at your house." Dean said with a laugh. This was the first time anyone had responded to knowing how many brothers and sister he had positively. Most people called it weird, or made some incest themed comment. He gave Dean his biggest smile, usually reserved for conning Anna into making his faourite meal when he was said. Dean's head seemed to spin. This guy smiled at him like he'd just cured world hunger or something.

"Okay, shall we get out of here?" Dean said and then cursed the way it sounded, luckily the boy in front of him didn't seem to notice.

"But we have to wait until four thirty.." He replied, trying to keep up. Dean grinned cheekily and grabbed Castiel's arm. He pulled to the window and proceeded to climb out of the window with Castiel watching wide eyed.

"This is utterly ridiculous. Are we really smuggling ourselves out of school? What if he comes back?" He said anxiously glancing over his shoulder, when he looked back he suppressed a breath. Dean was balancing on the ledge, leaning in the window and was directly in front of Castiel's face.

"Do you want to stay here for an hour or do you want to come with me?" He smiled knowingly and his eyes slipped to Castiels lips for the tiniest fraction of a second and Castiel's heart thrashed against his ribs as his mouth went dry. He felt a small portion ofelectricity pass like a current through his veins and panicked slightly, realising he'd almost let something his control over his powers slip whilst he'd been distracted. Get a grip Castiel, he told himself.

"Help me." He said in a small voice and offered Dean his hand. Dean shifted to make room for the boy and helped him cling onto the gutter which he slid down hilariously slowly. By the time Dean reached the ground he was in hysterics, earning a glare from the other boy.

"So, don't think I'm weird or anything, but do you wanna' come down to the Roadhouse with me, it's a bar and jo's parents own it." Castiel's heart swelled at the fact that this boy who he'd only known for a day liked him enough to invite him along after school. However then thoughts of Michael and home entered his mind and he chewed on his lip.

"Oh, I would like that a lot, only I really should get home, it was my first day, my siblings will probably-"

"Dude say no more, it's fine, just an idea..." Dean's stance had changed completely, he had a slightly too nonchalant smile painted onto his face and was shifting awkwardly where he stood, wishing he hadn't asked.

"Dean, I really would like that, are.. are you free tomorrow evening?" Dean's head snapped up and his regular happy smile returned, to Castiel's relief.

"Yeah, uh, you wanna' come over to mine tomorrow or something, give me a hand with whatever pile of crap homework we will've been set." He smiled nervously, for some reason really hoping he could spend more time with this guy who he felt strangely drawn to.

"I'd like that." Castiel said with a shy smile.

"Great, I mean, yeah, cool. Marks outta' ten as first days go?" He said with a smirk.

"Nine." He replied. Dean's eyebrows flew up.

"Nine! Dude, the food here sucks!" This earned him a loud laugh from Castiel, and Dean decided he liked that sound. The only reason it wasn't a ten was because he didn't get to go with Dean tonight, but he knew he really should get back to the house.

"Okay, bye Dean." He turned to go.

"Hey, wait a minute, man. You, uh, I don't actually know your name.." He chuckled and Castiel smiled, understanding.

"Castiel." Dean nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"Later then, Castiel." He tasted the name on his tongue and Castiel's heart tripped slightly as he heard it and he smiled and walked away.

When Castiel got home he saw Anna looking unhappy, Gabriel looking defeated sitting on the sofa and Michael standing in the living looking at him curiously as he walked in.

"I'm sorry, dude. She beat it outta' me." Gabriel said shooting a glare at Anna, which she promptly ignored.

"You got detention? On your first day?" Anna said and Castiel shifted his feet uncomfortably.

"This is unlike you, Castiel. Is everything alright?" Michael asked.

"Yes, sorry Michael, it was just a misunderstanding. It's all fine now though."

"Alright, it's okay, Castiel, I trust you." He said simply and Gabriel squawked.

"Why does he get the trust and I get the lecture?!" He whined indignantly and shut up when he received Michael's stern gaze.

"Because you have regular detentions. They aren't compulsory you know, Gabriel. Detention isn't a club." Gabriel hm-ed.

"So how was detention?" Michael asked Castiel, expecting some horrific tale and was shocked when Castiel grinned.

"It was wonderful."

A/N: Please review, it helps so much! Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading! Izzie.