Sam POV:

Light filtered through the curtains and to closed eyes. Surrounded by covers and pillows, Sam lay half asleep in his warm, comfy bed. An annoying beeping to his right reminded him that he had school, and he slowly sat up to turn it off. He spread his arms up over his head and gently extended his arms in a well needed stretch.

He hopped out of bed and walked to the bathroom to start his daily routine. As Sam was brushing his teeth, he noticed a few unpleasant things about himself. Like the way his hair was knotted and greasy, clear signs of needing a shower. Also, he had small bags under his eyes that indicated his lack of sleep that night. He quickly looked at the time and rushed into the shower, not wanting to be late for school, or have Dean drive off without him.

After his shower, Sam was fully awake and ready for the day. He headed downstairs after dressing and brushing his damp hair, to prepare himself and Dean each a bowl of cereal. However, when Sam got to the kitchen, Dean was already there, chowing down on Fruity Pebbles like a starving dog.

Dean looked up at Sam and slowed his eating down to a more normal pace. Dean was decked out in a long sleeve shirt and jacket, with his necklace dangling proudly from his neck.

Sam ate slowly from his bowl, glancing at Dean every few seconds, looking for any signs of pain. He knew from experience how defensive Dean could get when he thought someone was taking pity on him, so Sam decided to not say anything.

When they had both finished their bowls, Dean grabbed his keys and walked out the door without saying a word. Sam followed behind slowly, giving him the space he wanted. When they were in the car Sam noticed the content look he got from just sitting there. When Dean inserted the key and the car purred to life, a small smile spread across his face. Sam turned away to buckle his seat belt and they were off.

The whole ride was a silent affair. Both brothers stared out the windshield, lost in their thoughts. When they pulled up to the school, Sam snapped out of the day dream he was having. He looked over to his brother who was already opening the door. Sam, without really thinking, grabbed Dean's arm. Dean looked over his shoulder confused. "What is it Sam?" He sounded annoyed but his face relaxed as he resettled into the plush seat. "Are you sure that you're okay? I mean..." Sam gestured to his abdomen, not feeling very comfortable talking about this issue, but at the same time needing to.

Dean shrugged absently. Sam saw this as his chance to ask the questions that have been bothering him. "I just...I want to know who did this. Why? A-and where did this even happen? I mean all you do is go to school and the garage. Oh no... don't tell me one of your co-workers did this to you because I think you can file a lawsuit or something, right?"

"Sam!" When Dean had finally gotten Sam's attention, he rolled his eyes and turned more towards him. He stared into Sam's eyes seriously. "Sam I know that I look bad but..." Dean looked down, confusion and fear and sadness consumed him and he choked out in a small voice, "I-I don't know why but, just please don't tell anyone." When Dean looked back up, Sam noticed that his eyes were pink around the edges, showing that Dean was close to tears.

Sam was speechless. He stared at his big brother, the one who was always so strong and brave and who looked after him since before he could even talk. Sam knew that his brother was looking after him. He knew that not telling anyone was what Dean really wanted. But he didn't know for sure if that was for the best. If he told someone, an adult who could help, it would be like he was looking after Dean, just like he had all of these years. But then that might risk Dean hating him.

Before Sam could say anything, Dean was gone. Sam looked around and saw him walking towards the front doors. Sighing, Sam walked out of the car. Maybe Jess will have some advice for me.

Dean POV:

Dean walked to his locker slowly. Every step he took was painful. He could feel his muscles move and stretch and his abs ached. He walked through the hallways like a ghost, silently and slowly. The crowd parted ways for him, as they usually did. As he walked, planning every step so that he won't hit anyone accidentally, a blond girl with brown eyes and a seductive smile stepped close to him. Her perfume was strong and it made his eyes water. She cocked her head and twirled her hair. "Hello sweety. Remember me?" Dean racked his brain, trying to remember her, but it just wasn't coming to him. He tried to smile casually but it looked more awkward than not.

"Hey you!" He said nodding and smiling. She frowned, looking very offended. "Hey you? What the heck! You slept with me two weeks ago and never even made eye contact with me afterwards! You probably don't even remember my name!" At Dean's lost look she huffed and slapped him across the face. With a final glare she turned and stomped down the hallway. All eyes were on Dean and not thinking what else to do or say, he just continued to his locker.

Dean opened the lock and opened the small metal door, grabbing two pencils for the day. He was shuffling through his book bag for some chips before class when his best friends, Benny and Jo walked up. They simultaneously fall against the surrounding lockers on either side of him, waiting. Dean continued eating, pretending they weren't there. However their silence and the face that they were staring holes into his forehead caused him to look up in annoyance.

"Okay fine! What is it?" Benny chuckled and looked to Jo. "We heard about the little incident with Kendra this morning." "Care to elaborate?" Jo finished.

Dean looked between them with a bemused look on his face. "What is this? Some sort of interrogation?" Dean huffed out a few laughs before shutting his locker. He walked on, the two following close behind.

"I was just walking and she came up to me and asked if I remember her. I didn't know what to say without sounding mean so she got an offended and slapped me." Jo scoffed, "Well of course she did. You took her virginity Dean! That was messed up." Dean stopped and looked to Joe horrified. "I-I didn't know." Jo looked disappointed in him and that made him feel worse because sometimes she could remind him of his mother before the, incident. "What should I do?" Dean asked. Jo opened her mouth but was cut off by Benny.

"Man, you gotta go up to her and say sorry. Tell her you're an idiot for doing that but it was really fun. Then tell her some excuse as to why you didn't contact her and then everyone's happy!" Jo slapped Benny. "I was kidding! Just kidding!" Benny said in between laughs. Dean watched as Jo scolded Benny for being so rude and Benny just rolling his eyes. "You just need to say sorry man. That you messed up and you hope she will forgive you. Maybe be friends or something." Benny said more seriously. His eyes were sincere and both him and Jo looked at him in shock.

"What? I am a romantic at heart." He said, dramatically putting his hand over his chest, effectively ruining the mood. Dean and Jo followed Benny into their home room class and took a seat in their usual place at the back of the class. With great effort, Dean trailed behind the other two as fast as possible without drawing attention to his face, which was tense from the pain. Luckily the classroom was small and so the trek was bearable.

Once they settled into their seats Benny leaned forward with an excited smile on his face. "Uh oh. We're in trouble, Dean" Jo said sarcastically, "Benny is excited, that can only mean one thing, trouble." Benny faked looking hurt before continuing, "So I have been saving my money for awhile now and yesterday my dad took me to see a guy who wanted to sell his boat. And this thing is huge, like yacht huge, and he said that I can buy it if I have enough money, which I don't."

"I thought this was going to be a good story, it seems a bit messed up." Dean said in amusement. "Well you didn't let me finish. What I was going to say is that he will hold the boat at his place for two more weeks and if I can't get the money by then, he will sell it to someone else."

"What does this have to do with us?" Jo said, getting bored. "I need your guy's help to get money because then once I buy it, it's parties every week!"

Jo and Dean's faces lit up and pretty soon they were going over plans on how to get everything set up. However the had to hush up because class was about to start. The teacher had glared at them and threatened to give them detention for two days if he had to put up with their behavior again. That was enough to get them to shut up and pay attention.

"Now before class starts I want to introduce a new student, Castiel Novak." At the mention of his name a kid with messy brown, almost black, hair and bright blue eyes stood up from his seat. Dean could only see the side of his face but his expression was unreadable. As if he was going through the motions of life. Dean could relate, that was how he felt now. The kid sat down and played with his pencil, twirling it in between his fingers like magic. Absently, Dean picked up his pencil and tried twirling it, but it went over the first finger and fell to the table with a loud thud, snapping Dean out of his trance-like state. Unbeknownst to Dean, Jo and Benny saw him staring at the new kid and try copying him but said nothing when he snapped out of it.

"Now you will all be getting into partner groups and will do a report on any specific point in history. It can date back to medieval times or the Elizabethan Age, or whatever you want, you just have to tell me and I'll make sure it's appropriate. Now before we go into detail of how you'll do this, get into your groups."

Jo and Benny looked at each other and smirked knowingly. They were both thinking the same thing. "So are we doing rock, paper, scissors or what?" Dean said, because that is what they always do when the teacher assigns partners. Whoever gets a matching symbol work together and the other goes to find someone else.

"Actually me and Benny want to work together. Maybe you should partner up with the newbie." Dean didn't seem too fazed and shrugged. He got up and slowly made his way to the empty desk beside the boy. He was looking around, and he reminded Dean of a lost puppy. Dean tapped his shoulder and the kid twisted around, startled by Dean's sudden presence.

"Whoa it's okay!" Dean said to the frightened boy. Castiel took a deep breath before glaring at Dean. "You startled me." Dean shrugged and smiled, "What can I say, I am a very surprising person." Castiel tilted his head in confusion, "Can I help you with something?" Dean sat back in the chair to get comfy. "I think we can help each other, we both are partnerless so I thought, what happens when two people who don't have a partner do? Oh I know, they partner up!" Castiel rolled his eyes at the sarcasm but he smiled. "Okay, partner. So what do you want to do?" Castiel said, leaning back in his chair like Dean had.

"Dean thought for awhile before shaking his head. "I have no idea. What about you?" Castiel shrugged, "I guess I'm interested in the Salem Witch Trials. They're pretty interesting." Dean was taken aback. This kid looked so innocent and here he was talking about how he thought burning people at the stake was interesting. "Wow. Hardcore man." Dean smiled, "Lets do it."

"Oh and by the way, the name's Dean. Dean Winchester."

Jo POV:

Something was off, she knew it. Dean was hiding something from them. He was abnormally quiet that morning and she saw that look in his eyes when he was looking at the new kid. What was his name? Chris? No. Charles? Definitely not. Ca...Cast...Castile! Or something like that.

Anyways, that look in his eyes was something she had only ever seen once before. When he had a crush on a girl named Lisa in seventh grade. He would stare at her for hours if he could. But this time, It seemed like he didn't even realize he was doing it. When Lisa and him were together, he was so happy. And ever since she moved he wasn't. That was why she, Jo Harvelle, was now on a mission, to get the two of them together. Only, she needed to find a way to set them up on a date without them ever knowing it so then it wouldn't seem like she was influencing their relationship. After all, they were big boys. One of them will surely develop a crush on the other, if Dean hasn't already.

This was going to be fun.

Dean POV:

Castiel and Dean jotted ideas onto a sheet of paper and were planning to meet up somewhere to do the paper. The teacher explained that each person will be writing from two different point of views during the event that they picked.

"We could meet up at the library?" Dean said, recalling what Sam had said last night about how he went there to work on a project for school. Castiel nodded as he wrote at the top of the paper 'library'. "So um... I guess we figured everything out. Now we just go to the library and look up facts. What do you want to do now?" Castiel asked, somewhat shyly.

Dean smirked and shifted in his chair again. He did that a lot due to the now dull pain.

"Well we can play a game? How about twenty questions?" Castiel nodded in agreement. "But nothing too personal, okay?" Dean mocked surprise, "I would never!" He said, throwing his hand over his chest, much like how Benny had earlier. Castiel giggled and Dean was truly surprised by the soft sound. "Did you just giggle?" Castiel blushed slightly but said; "I believe that you are now down to nineteen questions." Dean was shocked. "What! But that's not fair." Castiel shrugged and smiled maliciously. "My turn. Um... what is your favorite food?" Dean didn't even have to think about that. He hadn't realized he blurted out his answer until afterwards. Castiel looked surprised and happy at the same time. "I like burgers to. Not McDonald's though." Dean shook his head in disgust at the mention of McDonald's. "I hate that place. I don't like it when the meat is in a small patty like that."

"Yeah I like big patties to." Dean laughed at that and Cas looked confused, making him laugh harder. Soon he was gasping for breath and his abdomen was hurting again, big time. He doubled over, in both pain and laughter and he got a few looks from some surrounding students. "What is it? Why are you cackling like a madman?" Cas asked, small smile in place. Dean sat up and wiped his eyes. "The way you said that sounded like you meant something else." He waggled his eyebrows on those last two words but Cas was still lost.

"I don't understand." He admitted. Dean chuckled a bit more before calming down. "Man I haven't laughed that hard in...well in a long time." He patted his shoulder affectionately.

The bell rung, signaling that class was over and they packed up all of their stuff. "So I guess I'll see you later?" Dean wouldn't admit it, but every time he looked into those bright blue eyes, his chest fluttered happily. Castiel was a cool guy, a bit odd, but funny. And they both liked burgers!

Okay so this is a shorter chapter than the others but it's at that stage where things haven't really taken off yet. But hey, they met! Yay!

And I like how I'm making Jo go all secret spy-like. I added that part about the boat because it will become important later on in the story.

Also, I am not the biggest fan of Benny(what I mean is I don't obsess over him like I do with Dean and Cas) so if I am writing him in a way that is not him, could you guys let me know? I want this story to be good! :)

Thank you for reading this so far and I will post more soon!