"I already fucking hate this place, like it smells of sex and desperation." Dean said to Sam as they made their way past the main office. 4th new high school in the last year, and this one was by far the most unappealing.

"Why don't you just try being happy for once? Who knows, it could be nice here," Sam said unconvincingly. He had left Jessica in that old homey town. But when your father is a hunter, you do exactly as you're told, no matter what ties you had.

Sam spotted his locker near immediately while Dean continued to mumble about the building's "gross" factor and wandered past his brother up to his locker. The eldest Winchester was on the top floor before he found his locker. The hallway was mainly empty, with the exception of a black-haired boy with a blue tie. He had his nose in some book Dean had never heard of.

Carelessly, Dean threw open the locker and tossed his bag in, taking the flask that Jo had given him and putting it in his pocket. Dean awkwardly shuffled past the black haired boy, but the boy looked up at him with big eyes.

"You know, consuming alcohol on the property will get you suspended." Big Blue Eyes said. But Dean didn't hear him. The guy was attractive, from the tie that matched his eyes, to the oversized clothes, and finally that hair that made you want to touch it.

"Sorry?" Dean replied.

"Alcohol. Big issue at this school." The guy said standing up and wiping off his trousers.

"Oh, sorry."

"It's quite alright. I'm not the police. Or a school official."

"Well then, who are you?"

"Castiel. Castiel Novak." He said walking off.

"Aren't you gonna ask me my name?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find it out some way or another. We do have neighboring lockers."

Dean might actually like it here.