This story is in two parts; "Run, Run", and "Back to My Arms". Updates on progress on "Back to My Arms" will be on my tumblr which is linked on my page.

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"Attention class, this is our new student, Dean Winchester." Miss. Tomm said, motioning to Dean, who stood with that small smirk on his face. Just another school while his dad was off on a hunt he couldn't bring them on. "Is there anything you would like to tell us? Maybe the last school you were at?"

"Not really, but I was at Lincoln High in Iowa last." He said casually, though the teacher's eyebrows rose, being as they were in Washington state now. "Where do you want me to sit?" He asked with a smirk before she pointed him to a seat.

"There's an empty seat for you there next to Mr. Novak." She said with a smile. "Castiel, Castiel, pay attention." She barked to the blue eyed boy who looked up from his book.

"Yes?" He asked, biting his lip slightly when he looked at her then to Dean.

"Mr. Winchester will be sitting next to you, try to pay attention."

"Yeah, Cassie." Gabriel teased from two seats behind him, flicking a pencil at his brother.

"Mr. Thomas, stop bothering your brother." She scolded.

"Listen, Crowley, I'll be there, don't- I'll be there okay? I just have to finish this paper." Castiel pressed to his dark haired boyfriend who gripped his wrist tightly.

"Fine. But if you blow me off one more time, so help me Castiel, you won't be walking tomorrow." Crowley growled back in his accent and threw Castiel's hand down before storming off, leaving the blue eyed male rubbing his wrist. Castiel shook his head and opened his locker, pulling out his CD player and headphones, ready for his walk home when he realized he had forgotten his book in a classroom. Closing his locker and turning on his heels, Cas ran into someone, dropping his CD player, the crappy little thing popping open and the disk about to fly out.

"Oh god, I am so sorry." He said immediately, reaching down to pick it up, just to see a tanned hand already picking it up.

"Naw, man it's cool. Hey, is this the new Metallica album?" The person asked, making Cas look to him and he felt his breath get caught in his throat.

Taking the player from Dean, Cas blushed a tad. "Yeah. Have you heard it yet?" He asked, trying to make small conversation. Dean shook his head, that small smile still on his lips.

"Nah, I haven't gotten the chance."

"Here, you can borrow it. Just give it back when you're done." Cas said, handing the portable CD player over to Dean.

"Hey, so what's with that Crowley dude, any how?" Dean asked casually as he stashed the CD away, "Seems like he has a stick up his ass about you."

Cas' face dropped as soon as Crowley was mentioned. "It's nothing. He's just a little, up tight about some things." He said smoothly, looking down to his shoes. "I left my book in one of my classes, it was nice talking to you.. Dean, right?"

"Yeah, and I think you're Castiel?" Dean inquired. "Kind of a weird name, isn't it?" As Dean spoke, his hands wandered into his pockets naturally, but an unwanted emptiness immediately caught his attention; his pocket knife! Shit! Nothing too big, but the blades were made of silver and all he needed in a fight. Dad would kill him if he lost it!

"I guess." Cas forced out, not looking at Dean. "I'll talk to you later then, Dean." He said, trying to avoid the attractive boy who looked at him like a wolf did to his next meal. He needed to get away from Dean, had to go on and get his book, finish the prep for the paper, and meet Crowley for dinner before that went badly again.

"Uh, hey!" Dean said, trotting along side Cas, "How about we go together? I mean, I'm new here and you can point out some of the sights, like where the babes hang out and stuff! Am I right?" Dean didn't bother waiting for a reply as he clapped a hand on Cas's shoulder and steered them down a hall. Was this the way to the class room? Dean didn't know, but heck if he was going to admit that.

At the feeling of Dean's hand clapping on his shoulder, Cas flinched and jumped, curling in on himself a bit, seeing his brothers Gabe and Lucas walk by with raised eyebrows at him, Gabe with a wink. "I'm not the one to ask about that. You might want to ask my brother Michael about that. Not me."

"Brothers, eh?" Dean asked, getting more lost, "I got one, too. Name's Sammy, a nerd like you, but less jumpy." Oh crap oh crap oh crap, was the room 207B or 207A? Should he ask the nerd for directions? No, he'd look like a dork... Cas simply nodded, finding Dean more and more irritating over time.

"Why are you manhandling me anyway, Winchester?" He asked finally after stopping at the doorway to their English class.

Dean's hands flew up as if Cas were suddenly a hot skillet and quickly put them behind his neck to scratch, trying to preserve his reputation. "You just seem, uh, jumpy, is all. Not to mention that a scrawny bastard like you could get pushed away easily in a crowd like this." He glanced up and down the quickly emptying hall to reiterate his point. Cas simply raised his eyebrow before shaking his head. "Oh. Is this yours?" He asked, pulling the pocket knife from his pocket. "Next time, don't leave shit like that around a classroom. You can get expelled for carrying those in school." He said before pushing his way into the classroom to retrieve his book.

Dean was left standing in the hall, pocket knife in one hand and completely dumb founded by the sudden change in behavior. Finally, he stuffed the knife in his pocket, chuckling, and made to leave. "Guy's got some bite, gotta give him that," he chuckled, "He and Sam would go great together..."