Dean Winchester strode down the corridor of the large state high school. He was new to the school but had already secured his place in the social ranking. People in front of him parted like the Red Sea as he made his way down the shiny floor synonymous with schools all across the country. Scuff marks stained the floor from years of shoes that had shuffled over the surface.

A tall boy with long hair scurried out of the way but tripped, sending his books across the floor. The boys hair flopped over his eyes as he desperately attempted to collect all his different texts. Dean bent down and helped the boy gather his books. He plastered a friendly smile onto his face and grew slightly disappointed when the boy kept his eyes on the floor. The taller boy was obviously shy and already knew Dean's reputation for starting fights.

"Here." Dean smiled as he passed across a couple of Psychology books; the books were for advanced placement classes. Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. So this guy is one of those nerd types, Dean thought to himself, No wonder he's being quiet to me.

Keeping his eyes down cast Sam answered quietly, "Thank you."

The taller boy scuttled off before Dean could open up a conversation. His curiosity was peaked; he wanted to know more about this boy.

Over the next few days, Dean noticed Sam a lot. He'd see him in the lunch hall, in lesson and wondering the corridors. He wanted to speak with the handsome boy but didn't know when to start the conversation as he was only in a few of his classes. The boy seemed to avoid most people and didn't seem to have many friends. Dean blamed that on his shyness.

A week later, in the school library, Dean pulled the book across the table and turned it to face him. Sam looked up in surprise as the text he had been studying disappeared from beneath his nose. The taller boy blushed as Dean studied the words in the book. After a moment, Dean peered up at him with a charming smile.

"This is some advanced stuff." Dean smiled as Sam's blush deepened.

"I-I suppose." Sam mumbled and peered down at his fingers as though he expected Dean to start picking on him.

Sam let his long hair cover his eyes in almost an attempt to hide. He watched the popular boy through his lashes as the boy read the advanced physics text. The taller boy studied Dean's green eyes and strong jawline and found himself blushing again. The light smell of leather and musk filled the air around the two boys making Sam's stomach flip. He hadn't come out as gay but deep down he knew that he wasn't the same as everyone else and the new boy's smile was making his stomach feel weird.

"Is it hard?" Dean asked all of a sudden.

"What?" Sam was suddenly very confused. His brain raced to understand the question; he'd let himself get distracted.

"Is it hard?" Dean took in Sam's blank expression. "The physics. Is it hard?"

Sam's faced went beetroot red, "Um, not really. Once you get one part the rest kinda falls into place."

"Wow dude. Way to make me feel dumb." The shorter boy chuckled as he flipped over the page.

Sam felt guilty but it wasn't his fault that he was smart. Having no friends meant that you have loads of time to study, "I-I no. I meant… No, I…" The intelligent boy stuttered as he tried to make up for what he said.

Dean grinned at the nerd as he desperately fought for the words to rectify the situation. He could practically see the cogs spinning around in his large brain. The smile wavered as the boy seemed to actually start to seriously panic.

"Hey, I was joking. Don't worry about it!" The shorter boy tried to sooth his new friend. He placed a gently hand over Sam's and patted gently. Sam glanced around the room nervously but didn't pull his hand away. This made Dean smile as it confirmed that the boy could possibly be interested in him too.

As Sam stopped hyperventilating, Dean pushed the text book back over to him. To allow the teenager to continue with his studies, the leather clad student stood and left the school library.

Sam's eyes followed Dean as he left the small library where he had been studying. A small smile graced his lips as he thought over the bizarre conversation. He could only hope that it wasn't some sort of trick that the jock was pulling on him since he was beginning to really like the shorter man.

Later that evening, Sam was laid out on his stomach on his bed with his books scattered around him. His hand jotted down careful notes as his eyes skimmed through the text on the thin pages. A sigh broke through his lips as he finished one page and began to turn to the next. He braced himself for another set of questions when something caught his eye.

A scrap of folded paper was squashed in the pages of his book. Briefly forgetting about the advanced physics in front of him, he plucked the paper from between the pages and slowly unfolded it.

His eyes widened when he took in what was written there. In a messy scrawl, call me was written in dark ink on the paper. A number and name, Dean, were printed beside the message. Sam could feel the smile tightening his cheeks as he reread the words.

Maybe it's a joke? Or even a prank? He warned himself but he couldn't ignore the butterflies that were fluttering in his stomach.

Sam slipped off the bed and dug around in his school bag for his cell phone. A lack of friends meant that he rarely needed to have his phone out once he got home; he knew that this made him a monumental nerd. Sam pulled the phone out from the bottom and flipped it open. He hesitated slightly before typing in the number.

It was answered after only a few rings, "Hello?"

The tall boy's stomach knotted at the sound of Dean's voice.

"Um, hey…" Damn it! Always so awkward, he scolded himself.

"… Sam?"

"Um, yeah."

"I didn't think you were gunna call." Dean answered honestly.

"Well… You asked me to."

Dean chuckled making Sam smile, "Yeah, well the reason I wanted to call is I wanted to know if you wanted to go out some time? Like to a movie or … Something." Dean didn't know what Sam liked so was leaving it open for him.

Sam was quiet for a moment, he'd never been asked out and he had never asked someone out either. This was completely new territory for him, "I'd like that."

"Good" The smile carried in his voice.

Sam smiled and he knew Dean was smiling on the other end. He knew that he now had something to look forward to. He didn't know much about dating but, as always, he was keen to learn.