His whole life he was told to stay away from Dean Winchester. Ever since he was a kid his

parents had warned him not to get mixed up with anything that 'Winchester boy' was doing

because he was never up to anything good. And for a long time, Castiel Novak listened. He

listened even when Dean graduated from the class clown in elementary school, to resident bad

boy in middle school and finally to the hot jock with decent grades in high school. Castiel had

seen firsthand what Dean Winchester was capable of, having lived next door to him since he was

born. Dean might have had everyone fooled into thinking he had turned over a new leaf but

Castiel knew better. He knew all too well that underneath Dean's all American pretty boy exterior

there was something rugged…something dark. Castiel could see it lurking in Dean's piercing

green eyes. He just couldn't figure out what it was. And even though Castiel would deny it

passionately, Dean fascinated him. For a long time he had wanted to know what made Dean

Winchester tick. Hell, maybe Castiel had wanted to know from the first day he had laid eyes on

him. But that was impossible. He had to listen to his parents, to his gut. Well, at least that was the

plan.

Until senior year.