Castiel Novak laced up his boots slowly. One could hardly blame him for being reluctant, what with it being the first day of school and all. Standing up, he walked slowly into the bathroom, deliberately making each step a careful one. He stalled for a few more minutes, making silly faces in the mirror, before carefully brushing each and every tooth. He had just about scrubbed them down to nubs when his older brother, Gabriel, called up the stairs, threatening to leave without him. He made one more face before carefully composing his features into a state of blankness. He grabbed his backpack and thump-ed his way down the stairs, deliberately making each step heavy. Gabriel smiled sympathetically at the averse teen before smacking him towards the door and the dark blue Jetta (Lovingly dubbed Chuck by Gabriel) waiting outside. Cas scowled excessively and ruffled his wings indignantly when he spotted the bright red hair of his younger sister Anna in the shotgun seat.

Although incorporeal to all but his siblings, his wings were a resplendent shade of black, edged with light brown. They were prickling with dread at the impending school building. Although a rather drab shade of brown, the brick building still managed to be imposing, looming over the block like a prison. And it seemed to Castiel that every eye in the schoolyard turned and stared at Chuck accusingly, although in reality the plain car drew the attention of few. Anna flitted out and darted over to a group of new freshmen, determined to make new friends, while Cas lingered in the car, avoiding his peers. Finally the impatient noises from his brother forced him out. Still, he hung around Chuck, hiding in the collar of his oversized trenchcoat, even as Gabe was enveloped by his rambunctious friends. When the first bell rang, Cas was at his locker, carefully placing notebooks that smelled of plastic inside. He almost seemed to be trying to crawl inside, to hide with the neatly aligned books until the end of the day. However, he sighed and firmly closed the door before heading off to his first class.

Even though there were still several minutes before the start of class, Cas was sitting neatly in his desk with his notebook open and a pencil waiting. He gazed into space for several minutes before a prickle alerted him to the stare of the boy sitting behind him. He simply rearranged his wings to hide from the boy's gaze. Although they were invisible to all but himself, it helped him sit without cringing externally. The faint but audible gasp emitted from the boy disconcerted him, and he was tempted to look around and look at the owner of the stare. So he employed a sneaky trick, taking out his phone and pretending to check the time while actually sneaking a peek at the reflection of the guy.

He had light brown hair and his nose was sprinkled with freckles. He was also surprisingly attractive, although unfamiliar to Cas. He was clearly new to the school, and was currently staring at the empty air over Cas's shoulder, directly at his right wing. The lucrative idea that he might be staring at Cas's wing never occurred to him; it's simply impossible. Cas winced almost imperceptibly away from his stare, breaking him out of his apparent trance. For one horrible, cringing moment, their eyes met in the reflection from Cas's phone. Luckily, the next second the bell drones, giving Cas an excuse to tuck his phone in his pocket and turn his attention to the teacher. As the teacher talked about New Beginnings and Expectations For The Class, Cas mentally wiped metaphorical sweat from his brow. Saved by the bell, he thought, one side of his mouth quirking up in a small smile.

Then comes the part he dreaded the most of all- Now Lets All Introduce Ourselves, With A Name And Silly Fact. When it came to Cas's turn, he wrapped his wings around himself, but not even their soft touch calmed him down. He felt himself on the verge of a panic attack as he said curtly "Castiel. First Period English." This got a few quiet laughs as he sat down to a flood of relief. He focused so hard on calming his breathing that he almost missed when his admirer stood up and cockily stated. "Dean. Super attractive." Although it's true, Cas still felt aversion to the overconfidence of Dean. Then they went on to write down the rules of the classroom, expectations for homework, etc, etc. Cas carefully wrote down every word, focusing a little too intensely on the retesting policy.

Finally, the bell rung, and Cas doesn't bother putting away his notebook and pencil before darting out of the classroom. He made a brief detour to his locker before heading off to his second period, arriving several minutes before the bell, which he spent carefully labeling his binder in accordance to the instructions on the board. Thankfully, the teacher doesn't make socialization mandatory, giving them a stupid exercise involving conversations with their classmates. Cas filled his out with vague answers that could apply to anyone, and spent the rest of class sketching out the mystery boy, from what he could see in his brief glance. Dean's face was frustrating to say the least, and although Cas was an excellent artist he couldn't quite get the nose right.

The rest of the class periods passed in similar ways, and by lunch Cas was quite frustrated with reintroducing himself, especially when Dean was in his fifth period class, science. The teacher drawled his words, but was actually quite amusing, telling them stories of stupid students. Cas didn't hear a word, as he was too busy drawing Dean to pay attention. It was rather risky to doodle on the first day, but Dean's nose was just too intriguing to ignore and this time, Cas is the one staring. Dean seemed to have decided that he was hallucinating whatever was so fascinating about Castiel, although he still did a double take when Cas strode in.

When Dean started packing up before the bell, Cas had a funny feeling that he would try to corner him during lunch. The instant the bell rang he was across the room, once again not bothering to pack his things. He felt rather like a spy as he ducked around corners and hid in crowds on the way to his locker. He allowed himself to indulge in the silly fantasy, even pressing against the wall when he spotted Dean with a group of jocks. Cas can't help but notice the boy looking around carefully, even as he guffawed with his buffoon friends. Finally Cas made it to his locker, removing his lunch and sketchpad before heading to the library like always. He avoids the cafeteria like the plague and keeps a careful lookout for Dean as he walks over to the Library.

He sat down in the same spot as last year, awkwardly nodding to the librarian as he turned on his music and opened up the book. Carefully selecting a pencil from his case, he started to draw, carefully shading in Dean's jaw. Someone walked by him, at the stage in the drawing that it's clear that it's Dean that he's drawing. In a flash, he turned to a different page, acting on an instinct that turns out correct when that person sits across from him. Cas froze, his lungs seized by debilitating terror as he heard a voice underlying his music. He switched off Moldy Peaches and removed his headphones, finally looking up and into the too-green eyes of Dean Winchester.

Sooo...

Yeah. First Supernatural Fic. Do the thing please.

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