Dear people who read my crap,

So I'm back from NY. erm... expect a lot of updating today cuz its the last day until school starts and I want to update and shit. So.

I wrote this last year and then asked my boyfriend to name it. So he named it Broomsticks. So its Broomsticks (named by Kincade Richards) That is the official title since i'm a nerd.

Also: HI!

That was weird. Sorry.

OHEMJEE. In NY I was walking around in you know, my ripped-jeans, a Zeppelin t-shirt with a flannel over that, my sleeves rolled up and shiz. And I had boots on. It was a colder day. it had just rained. Any way, Kincade gets all puffed up, so i assume someone is coming over and this girl and her friend are all shy and then she just walks up to me. in the middle of the street.

Do you know what she said to me? Guys, do you? I couldn't believe it. It was great.

She says, and i quote unquote "Me and my friend think you look like a character from a show we watch. Like, what you're wearing." I was like WTF? kincade was trying not to laugh. and then she says: "His name is Dean Winchester. The show is Supernatural. Just... thought we'd say that."

Then they giggled, said sorry that they bothered us and walked away. We just kinda stood there like WTELF? (what the ever lovin' fuck?)

And then we started to laugh.

And i walked around with a southern accent like Dean's all day. And Kincade stole my trenchcoat and spoke in stiff sentences all day to see if anyone else would say that or something.

But no one did. So. Just a once in a life time thing i guess. Anyway, that just made the trip.

Current Song: The Pinaccle by Kansas

Current Mood: So much shit to do, not enough fucking time.

Castiel Novak was 17. He was about 5'10", 103 pounds and he was pale. But he had a shock of coal black hair and dazzling sapphire eyes that liked to stare a lot. His lips were thick and a shade of light pink that many had called girly. He was smart. He was reserved and quiet. He was running.

For his life.

Castiel threw another look over his shoulders as he rounded a corner and dashed down the hall. They were coming. It was five minutes to lunch, the time of the day that people were usually getting excited and winding down. But not Castiel, never him. This time of the day usually found him running down halls, trying to get away. It worked mostly, until it didn't and that resulted in a lot of things. Getting shoved into lockers, bruised knees, scraped elbows, a hurt ego. Castiel used to have glasses, but a thick scar across the bridge of his nose was all that was left of where they had cracked a few months back when he had been tripped and did a full on face plant into the cement ground.

Needless to say, Castiel wore contacts now.

He whipped his head around as he heard voices, a jolt of terror going through him. Crap, they were close. He scanned the hall, looking for a certain door, and when he found it, he jumped to safety. He threw open the door and ran in like a madman.

Castiel was close friends with the school janitor, Gabriel. More than close friends, they were brothers. Gabriel Novak was Lawrence High's janitor for six years. And for that Castiel was grateful. Everyday before lunch, he made his way down to the janitor's room. There, he could eat in peaces, since he was, for some reason, the target for bullies. To them, there was always something wrong with him. The janitor's room was also good for moments like these, when he was being chased. He could run in, slam the door closed and relax in relative comfort. He usually locked it if he was concerned enough. Gabriel had an old couch in the middle of the room along with several swivel chairs that were unpadded and patched up around a small, rickety table. There was a tiny fridge in the back with whatever Gabe would steal from the lunch ladies.

The older Novak honestly didn't mind that Castiel was in there. He never told their parents, no matter how many times Castiel would have to skip class in order to get away from his attackers. Castiel had spent full school days in that room; it was more of a second home than the school was. The only downfall was the bathroom in there and Castiel hated using it for the sole reason that Gabe had patched him up so many times in it. With a full First Aid kit on the bottom cabinet of the sink, it was the equivalent of the nurse's office to Castiel.

Today was no different than any other day at school before lunch as Castiel slipped into the janitor's room and flicked the dead-bolt, except for one thing: Gabe wasn't there. He may not have even come into work or was busy at the cafeteria smuggling food in. It had happened before, Castiel usually wasn't worried. But this time he was. The hair on the back of his neck was lifting and prickling and he was getting the distinct feeling of being watched. This had happened before when Gabe would pop out and freak him out, relishing in how he jumped. But this was different. He could tell when it was Gabe, almost immediately he could tell. And this person, whoever they were, was not his brother.

Crap.

Castiel slowly turned around, tripping over a broomstick and swallowing, trying not to scream. What he was met with was not the sneer of a bully or the laugh of a tormentor, but the look of someone who was just as scared as he was. His eyes were met by bright jade ones, sparkling in the dim light, a splash of freckles along a sharp nose and a shock of honey blonde hair in a million little spikes. The boy was in a crouch by the couch, his jade eyes wide. He swallowed, got up and took a step forward. Castiel flinched. The boy put his hands up in a motion of surrender, showing that there was nothing in his hands.

"Hey, geez, I'm not gonna hurt you."

Castiel jumped at the sound of the boy's voice. It was gruff and had a lilting southern accent. Castiel got closer, cleared his throat. "Oh. Well then, hello." The young man seemed to start. Castiel was not surprised. For such a small , he was aware that he had a deep, booming voice.

The young man shuffled and then shoulder his backpack. "Well. It's lunch. Guess I'd better...go."

But Castiel was hesitant to let him leave. Not only had this stranger been the first person to talk him in forever, but Castiel had never seen him before and he was mesmerizing. "Wait!" Castiel yelped. The boy stopped heading toward the door. "Why were you in here?"

The stranger bit his lip and then seemed to make up his mind. He stuck a hand out for Castiel to shake and said, "Dean Winchester."

Castiel shook it and responded in kind, "Castiel Novak."

Dean nodded and let go, turning his head away from Castiel as he was closer and in the light more. He spoke. "Um... my first day here. Was having some... differences with some douche. Nothing too bad."

"Who was it?" Castiel asked, getting closer to Dean, wondering why one half of his face was turned away from him now that they were closer.

"Um... Alistair I think. Didn't catch a last name, not with all the..."

"Punching?" Castiel asked making Dean turn his head by taking his chin in his own hand and forcing it to face him. There was a bruise forming on his left cheek and his left nostril was leaking a good amount of blood. It had been too dark for Castiel to notice before.

"Um... yeah. The punching. It was... unintentional. On my end at least." Dean shrugged, curiously still letting Castiel turn his head every which way to check his face. "So I ran in here. Sorry I took your hide-out."

Castiel let go of Dean's face and took him by the wrist. He felt a swell of protectiveness over Dean. He had dealt with Alistair before, was still dealing with him. "Alistair? Ouch. He is not someone to be getting into it with."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

"Clean you up," Castiel answered easily, leading him to the bathroom he hated and making him sit on the toilet seat.

Castiel reached down into the sink cabinet, pulling out a First Aid kit as Dean asked, "So... why are you in here?"

Castiel straightened up and looked at Dean. "Well Dean, I am running from Alistair, a friend of his named Azazel, Azazel's girlfriend Meg, Alistair's girlfriend Lilith and maybe/maybe not a boy named Crowley."

Dean blinked as Castiel started to take items out of the box. "Um wow. Why?"

Castiel shrugged. "I'm too smart for my own good, I'm small compared to them, I'm shy, I'm a nerd." He shrugged again. "There are a million reasons why but it's probably because they just don't like me." Dean made a face and Castiel felt a flash of heat run through him. Oh crap and then there was that. "I'm also... gay. So let me correct myself: that's another huge reason they find it prudent to pick on me."

Castiel went to wipe Dean's face of blood. He half expected to have his hand shoved away and be called a slur of some sort, but Dean only winced when he swabbed around his nose with antiseptic. "Man, that sucks. It's messed up," Dean said as Castiel wiped more blood from his face. He almost let out a sigh of relief and Dean saw the look. "Aw man, you didn't think I'd... I would never..." Dean shook his head. "Man, no. Just-no. I wouldn't do that to anyone when it's being down to me."

Castiel gave a smile and Dean seemed to freeze and stare. "What?" he asked shyly.

Dean blinked and shook his head. "Nothing."

I decided to do two chappies of this since they were in two packets of paper. This is where the first one ended. Also: I wrote this in school. I don't know how. But i did. The second part has more gay in it. I didn't even blush. Writing gay was just... normal i guess.

I can imagine my teacher coming over and taking it from me to see what i was doing during our break. And her face. She'd be like : ARE THOSE TWO MEN KISSING? O.O

And I'd be all: Yes. Yes they are.

It would be great, cuz Kincade was in that class and he'd just be like, Ms. M. that's normal for her, no worries.

Awesome.

Dean: You're a freak. You know that right?

Me: Mmmhmm.

Cas: You are quite... odd.

Gabe: Leave it to Cas to be nice.

Sam: Yeah? And what would you have said?

Gabe: The truth. *clears throat* Bitch you crazy.

Eve: O.o Never. Again.

Sam: I second that motion.

Dean: Dude, no. Just- no ghetto accent for you.

Cas: I must agree Gabriel. That does not... become you.

Me: And i'mma cut this shit short kay?

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