Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine.

Chapter Two

Castiel had AP Calculus first period. He headed to D Hall with a sigh. This was not shaping up to be a good year.

When he entered the class, he saw a few familiar faces, and he recognized some people that sat with Gabriel and Anna at lunch, but none of them really stood out. He chose a seat in the middle of the class, not next to anyone, and pulled out his calculator and a notebook. The teacher was at the front of the class, introducing himself, when a boy walked in, looking ruffled and out of breath.

"I'm sorry! I'm new here and I couldn't find the classroom," the boy said, handing the teacher a slip of paper.

"That's alright," the teacher said with a reassuring smile, "why don't you introduce yourself to the class while I put this in the computer?"

The boy looked over the class with a nervous gulp.

"Um, hi. My name is Sam Winchester and I just moved here with my brother, Dean. I'm a junior and Dean is a senior and... yeah. That's all," he quickly rushed to a seat in the back of the classroom.

Castiel was surprised. Two new students? This town hadn't had new people in... forever. They were going to be the talk of the school for awhile.

After that, Castiel's day was pretty much uninteresting. At least, it was until lunch. He went to sit at his usual table with Gabriel and Anna, and he saw that there were two new faces among the group. Castiel sighed. Great, he thought. Two more people to think I'm a freak.

Despite the sinking feeling in his stomach, Castiel sat down next to Gabriel.

"Cassy! Glad you could join us," Gabriel boomed to the table, "Guys, this is my brother Castiel. Castiel, this is Sam and Dean. They're new here," Gabriel introduced them with a smile.

Castiel finally looked up to the two new students.

Sam he had already seen. He was freakishly tall with a mop of curly brown hair and kind brown eyes. He was lanky and a bit awkward, but his warm smile made Castiel like him instantly.

Dean on the other hand... Castiel sucked in a breath. He was gorgeous. He had dark blonde hair and deep green eyes that stared into his soul. His lips were full and pouty, his teeth perfectly straight and a dazzling white. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms... and Castiel really needed to stop staring before Dean noticed and kicked his ass.

"Hi Castiel, nice to officially meet you," Sam said.

Castiel looked over to him, but didn't say anything. Sam looked confused but didn't comment.

"You guys will have to excuse Castiel. He hasn't said a word in three years," Anna piped up, "you get used to it."

Dean and Sam kinda nodded to themselves and then went back to their lunches, pretending like Castiel wasn't even there. Castiel was okay with that; it was better than some of the reactions he had received in the past. No one could really understand why Castiel would voluntarily stop talking. The thing was, Castiel didn't really choose it. He just... had nothing to say.

The bell signaling the end of lunch rang a few minutes later. Everyone jumped up and went to throw their lunches away. Castiel sighed. He had been too distracted by the new kids that he had forgotten to eat his lunch. He would pay for that next period.

After his last class of the day, Castiel ran into Dean on the way to his locker. Like, literally ran into him. Castiel had been looking down at his shoes, trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone, when the wind was suddenly knocked out of him and he found himself flat on his glutious maximus. His books went flying, along with his backpack and a few stray papers.

He jumped up as soon as he got his breath and began collecting his things as quickly as possible. He did not want to get into a fight on the first day of school.

When he finished collecting his papers and books, he knew he couldn't avoid looking up any longer. He had to find his backpack. He slowly began to lift his head and braced himself for the angry eyes of the person he ran into. Instead, what he found was an outstretched hand and the smiling eyes of Dean Winchester.

"Sorry about that Cas, I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay?" Dean's voice was concerned, and the deep timber of his tone made Castiel's insides melt. And had he called him Cas, or was that his imagination?

Castiel snapped back to reality when Dean's feet shuffled awkwardly. Castiel quickly grabbed the offered hand before he lost his nerve. It was warm and calloused, and Castiel felt a pleasant tingle go through his palm where their hands met. He let go.

"Oh, right, you don't talk. Sorry, I forgot. Um, here's your backpack," Dean handed him his backpack with a flush to his cheeks, "I'm sorry about running into you Cas. I mean, literally running into you, not talking to yo... I'm gonna go before I stick my foot in my mouth any farther. I'll see you tomorrow," Dean quickly rushed away.

Castiel put his books in his locker and walked out to his car. He couldn't believe he had just survived an encounter with Dean Winchester. Castiel hadn't really interacted with anyone other than his family in a long time, and especially not anyone as attractive as he found Dean. He took a deep breath. He needed to calm his heart rate down. When Castiel eventually made it to his car, Gabriel and Anna were already waiting.

"You ready to go home, Castiel?" Anna asked. "It's been a long day."

Castiel couldn't agree more.