Summary: Dean doesn't cope with things, he's more of a "drink it away" type of guy, but after Sammy moves out, nothing really works to take his mind off the suffocating loneliness. The new kid, Castiel, doesn't have much looking up for him either. Between abuse and panic-inducing flashbacks it's hard for him to interact with others let alone open up to any of them. With help from each other will they learn that things need to change to get better or will Castiel's past kick down their door?

Rating/reason: M for Mature Content. Sex, underage drug/alcohol abuse, "dirty words", and just all around idiocy.

Pairings: Destiel (Dean & Cas) there may be others but for now that's the main one.

This is the outcome of extreme writer's block and my over-indulgence of Supernatural. No promises that you'll like it but I sure hope you do. Also, I may end up switching POV's every now and then, seeing as third person is seriously not my strong suit and I figure it should be used for important situations where multiple characters need to be examined at the same time or introductions. I hope that made sense. On with the story.

The New Kid and Rumors of a Movie

Dean grumbles while ripping the plug of his alarm clock out of the wall and rolling back over. It's only the third week of school and he's already officially grown tired of the mundane repetition that was falling into effect.

It may seem a bit childish to get tired of going to school but Dean was, in fact, still pretty much a child at heart. Having to follow certain pattern never appealed to him anyway.

He knew all too well what his mother would say about his lack of enthusiasm but as of now, Dean was seriously contemplating telling his responsibilities and schedule to fuck off. Just as he starts drifting back into a slumber, his phone goes off as loud and obnoxious as possible.

"What do you want!?" Dean snaps as a greeting without bothering to check who it was.

"You driving me to school?" Sam replies, nonchalantly, unfazed by his brother's reaction.

Fuck, he forgot that Sammy needed a ride today. "Yeah," He lets out a sigh before continuing, "Just-uh- just let me get dressed and stuff. Meet me at the Roadhouse in a half an hour."

Somehow, despite the absence of robust incentive, Dean manages to pull himself up and out of his sea of blankets and hurry on his way to the bar as not to be late.

"You should probably turn down that 'music'." Sam suggested as he climbed into the Impala.

"Well, hi there Sammy. You're welcome for picking you up two hours earlier than I usually even leave. I knew you'd like this song." Dean retorts, sarcastically, ignoring the suggestion.

He knows that it isn't wrong that Sammy has to get to school super early to take his AP Biology pretest but that doesn't mean he wasn't going to complain about it at least once.

"I just have a huge headache. Super stressed about the test." Sam admits, rubbing his temples with his index fingers, as the car pulled to a stop in front of a red light. Dean reaches into the glove box, pulls out a bottle of extra strength aspirin and hands it to his brother along with a bottle of water that was collecting dust in the cup holder. "I've studied more than ever before but I just don't get it. It's so frustrating."

"You're a complete nerd, Sammy, I'm sure you'll be kept in the program." It's no secret that Sam Winchester has a brain that he refuses to waste but in Dean's eyes he's just too wrapped up in the precautions of making sure nothing goes wrong-ever-to actually enjoy the present. Dean loved his brother more than anything in the world but they sure as hell don't have the same point of view when it comes to school.

"You don't know that Dean. One mistake and I could lose my full ride. There's just so much hanging on this, I can't just have faith or whatever."

"I know but sometimes that's all you can do. You do your best on this nerd test and see what happens. You'll pass it. Stressing over it too badly will just make you gain weight and go bald." He pauses for a moment before continuing with a smirk on his face. "And it's already damn near impossible for you to get a chick."

"I guess. Okay." Sam says quietly as a way to get off the topic instead of actually meaning that he'll try to minimize the stress. Either way, it's fine with Dean, as long as it doesn't thicken the wall that was already building between them.

The rest of the drive is spent mostly in silence, the only exceptions being when Sam whines about a song that's too obnoxious for his tastes and Dean reminding him that the driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cake hole. When they make it to the school without any casualties Dean counts his blessings and says bye to Sam who's currently boring holes into his shoes.

Both of the boys feel the tension make its way into the car and, while Dean would prefer to get out of the situation, Sam quickly breaks the silence.

"You know, it's disturbingly quiet without you."

Yanking the key out of the ignition, Dean gets out and slams the door. "I really don't want to hear it, Sam." He says as calmly as possible in order to avoid drawing attention to them.

"Dean, just come with me. Everything is a mess without you."

"God dammit, Sammy!" He practically yells, slamming his palm down on the hood and looking directly at his younger brother. By now he has successfully caught the attention of an unfamiliar boy from across the parking lot which doesn't deter him from continuing. "I'm living at home. You're the one who moved out the second mom and dad died. You're the one that-" He stops, feeling the subtle sting of loss expand in chest as if it were about to erupt through his ribcage. "I'm not talking about this. Not right now. You have a test to take, you gotta go in with your head straight. No time for distractions, right?" He tries to force a wobbly smile but decides to look away to elude the worsening tension that was currently building between them.

Accepting defeat, Sam lets out a deep breath and trudges away with his hands in his pockets.

Dean spends the next hour in the backseat of the Impala staring up at the roof. He knew that blaming Sam for leaving wouldn't do anything about the consistent pang of desertion but it hurt like a bitch. Sam was suppose to be the one constant, the one person who'd always be there. It doesn't make sense. They're brothers and brothers shouldn't just walk out on each other when they need them the most. But Sam needed a quieter place to study, more reliable transportation and less commute time-all of which were things a friend's parent was willing to give both of the young boys. Dean immediately declined the offer and, at first, Sam did too, but the situation got a little more complicated than he liked. School comes first and, regardless of anything, Dean just wants Sam to get into Stanford. He belongs there-he deserves a degree from there but it's not college time yet, Sam shouldn't have left so soon. It shouldn't have been easy for him to just up and leave. Dean fought so hard to keep them together and in the end it didn't even matter.

A tap on the window returns Dean to the present, now looking at his friend through the window.

"Are you going to just stare at me or open the door? The bell's about to ring." Jo stated, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Why didn't you answer my text?" She asked on their way to the cafeteria. After looking through his pockets and backpack he explains that he must of left his phone at home after hurrying to pick up Sam.

"Have you guys heard yet?" Victor exclaims when he comes into earshot of the other two. Their confused looks must answered for them because he continues with a sense of annoyance. "There's a new kid. Rumor has it, his dad is a producer and they're shooting a movie here."

"I call bullshit." Dean announces, unimpressed.

"Is he any cute?" Jo asks impulsively.

"What class do we have today?" Dean tries to change the subject. Unlike the rest of this town, he never really cared about new people and he sure as hell never flocked to them like they were the latest or coolest toy at show and tell. The fact that not many people moved to Lawrence doesn't mean that it's okay to treat them like a museum exhibit.

"How the hell are you gonna ask another dude that, Jo? We have art first. Another long night, Dean?" Victor starts judgmentally.

Luckily the bell rings, signaling the obligation to get to their first period and ending the discussion before it gets anywhere.

As soon they make it to the classroom and find their assigned seats, Dean puts his head down, exhaustedly, and outstretches his legs to lay on the empty seat in front of him. Just as he begins to doze off he hears someone clear their throat in front of him which causes his head to shoot up. "Who're you?" He asks rudely before yawning.

"I am Castiel. Mr. Thomson instructed me to sit in the seat that you've made into a footrest. It would be appreciated if you moved." The boy replies pompously.

Dean moves his legs but not without rolling his eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh. As soon as Castiel sits down they lock eyes. Dean glances over the boy, trying to sum him up while Castiel just sits there, feeling as if he were being examined under a telescope. Before his staring gets out of control, Dean plops his head back down in his arms and lets himself fall into much needed slumber for the rest of the class.

There's the first chapter. Hope you liked it! Reviews and Follows would be amazing. :3