Dean was out cold. He was sitting in the back of the room near the window with his head down on the desk. The school year had just started and he was already exhausted. He found it hard to stay focused when he didn't have any motivation to strive for something more. His parents didn't help much either since they were always focused on Sam. He loved Sam more than anything and wouldn't hold their parent's decisions against him. His grades weren't the best but he managed to pull off decent passing marks. This was his junior year and he still felt like it was just the beginning.

Third period finally ended and the bell rang. The students wasted no time in packing up.

"Read chapter two for class tomorrow." The teacher murmured quickly before everyone rushed out of the room.

Meanwhile, Dean remained asleep until a firm hand shook him. "Yo, wake up, man." Said a deep voice as more of the students filed out of the room.

Dean groaned and raised his head up from the cool wooden desk. "Ugh, what, Gordon?"

"The bell rang, it's time for lunch."

"Damn..." The class really flew by. The drained teen gathered his things and forced himself up to his feet. He had no energy to even walk so getting up was tedious. "I'm so hungry." He droned as he exited the room. He didn't even realize that he had left Gordon behind. Dean's entire day began on a crappy note. He overslept, burned himself with the coffee, and left his homework at home.

Dean grunted when he ran right into someone. "Fuck, I'm sorry, man." He completely tore himself from his thoughts to focus on the figure that was on their knees in front of him. He noticed the papers sprawled out on the dusty floor and pieced together what the kid was doing. He crouched down to assist him. "Sorry again."

"No apologies needed. It was an accident." He said calmly.

Dean helped him pile the papers up and handed them over. "Yeah...uh sure." He locked eyes with the figure and froze for a moment. He didn't recognize him but his eyes definitely caught his attention. Such bright blue orbs. "Hey, you're the new kid everyone's been talking about."

"Yes." He stood from the floor and nodded to Dean. "Thank you for your help. Enjoy your day." He walked past Dean and headed down the hall.

"Uh, yeah thanks." Dean turned and watched the kid disappear into the crowd. He didn't even catch the guy's name.

Lunch was fine; Dean went out for burgers since the school lunch was surly equivalent to death. He dreaded going to his next class, history bored him to oblivion. Regardless, he made it with 6 minutes to spare. Finding a parking spot after lunch was torture so the only solution was to arrive early. Once in his class, he sat in his usual seat near the window like he did in all of his classes and gazed out the window. He kept counting down to the end of the day so he could just go back to bed. He propped his feet up onto the basket underneath the empty seat in front of him.

The room began to fill and people where taking their seats. The guy from earlier took a seat in front of Dean. Dean stared at the back of his head contemplating on whether or not to speak to the guy. Before he could make a decision the teacher started talking.

"We have a new student joining us." He pointed to the brunette in the black vest. "Come on up and introduce yourself."

"Thank you but I decline your offer."

The teacher blinked and a few students chuckled from their seats. "Uh, alright I guess. Well, this is Castiel so yeah, welcome to Lawrence High."

Castiel nodded to him before looking down at his book.

Dean couldn't stop his lips from curling into a smile. This Castiel guy was weird. What teenager even talked like that? Dean for some reason paid attention in class. He took halfhearted notes but that was more work than he had done since the semester had started two weeks ago.

Once class was over he went back to his debate about approaching Castiel. Obviously he wasn't the type of person he hung around but something was preventing him from dropping it.

Castiel had vanished liked the wind; quickly and effortlessly.

"Damn."

The last class for the day had finally graced him with its presence. It was Friday and he was looking forward to enjoying the next two days of peace and relaxation. His parents and Sam were leaving town for some science convention that Sam was a part of and wouldn't return until Monday night. Dean chose to stay behind.

He took his time making his way to the school's parking lot; he wasn't in any hurry to get home.

"Hey Dean!" A voice called out to him from a distance. It was Gordon accompanied by two other guys.

Dean stopped in his tracks and glanced back down the hall. He spotted the three running towards him.

"We're headed to pique point. You should come with us."

"Pass. All you guys do is weird ass drugs up there."

"No drugs," one of the guys commented. "Just booze."

"Come on, it'll be fun."

His parent would be gone by the time he got home so he didn't have to worry about getting in trouble. "Sure, why not?"

Dean made a quick run to his car and threw his backpack into the backseat then returned to Gordon's and hopped into the car. At least this would keep him occupied and focused on something other than his life. He stared out the backseat window as the others talked about the gathering they were headed to.

"Cat got your tongue, Winchester?" Gordon teased.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't make me regret agreeing to this."

"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a bunch, Mr. Emotional." Gordon and Dean weren't that close. In fact, they were just associates and nothing more. Dean didn't have many closefriends, only three, Jo, Ash, and Garth. The other people were just the ones who liked the idea that Dean was popular.

"Shut your cake hole." He murmured, not once taking his gaze from the window.

"So hostile." The guy in the passenger's seat spat.

Dean was already regretting this decision now.

Time seemed to have stopped just for Dean. He was enjoying the carefree feeling that was pulsating through his veins. He laughed softly to himself when he realized how dark it was. Flopping down on the ground he gazed up at the star filled sky. It was quiet out. He could hear the crickets and any other living organisms that were around. Dean didn't care that he was lying in dirt in the middle of nowhere. What time was it anyway? Last time he checked it was four in the afternoon. "Son of a— bitch." He choked out in a drunken slur. He didn't even remember drinking that much. How did he get this wasted?

He forced himself back to his feet and continued walking. Where? Well even he didn't know he was drunk out of his mind.

Dean woke to a sharp pain traveling through his body. He felt cold and was finding it hard to breathe. Each breath he took stung like a knife piercing through his flesh. He felt nauseous. There was a bright light shining in his face and he was drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Can you hear me?" Said the soft voice. "Don't move, okay? You're going to be alright."

Dean couldn't make out who was speaking or what they were saying. He just saw a shadowy figure above him and felt arms around him. Before he knew it, he passed out again.

With a tight gasp Dean jolted up from the bed. With grave repercussions for his movement, he winced at the sharp pain in his head. "What the-" He looked around the plain room. The walls were a forest green; there were drapes on the windows and the room was just dull and nearly empty. There were no rock posters or swimsuit models...any of that on the walls. "This isn't my room! This isn't my room..."

"No. It is not."

Dean jumped when he heard the voice. "Damn it!" He clutched at his chest in surprise. He didn't even realize the guy was in there with him. "…hey, it's you. Castiel right?"

"Yes."

Dean stared at him for a moment then grew uncomfortable because Castiel was just staring at him with no signs of movement. He glanced away to break the awkward silence. "Um..."

Castiel was seated closely next to the bed, his legs folded tightly in the chair and his hands in his lap. He didn't really understand the personal space boundaries. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel like I was hit by two semi-trucks."

"That is accurate." Castiel commented.

"What? What the hell happened last night?"

"I'm not aware of your whereabouts before the road but I discovered you on the road near the freeway. I was convinced you were hit by a vehicle. I insisted on taking you to the hospital but you refused violently."

Dean raised a brow. That explained the bright lights he kept seeing but he was pretty sure he wasn't hit by a car. "Did I hit you?"

"Correct."

"Sorry man. I was-"

"Intensely intoxicated. You're too young to be drinking. You could damage yourself."

"I'm already damaged." He murmured with a dry laugh. Dean sat up completely and turned to Castiel. "I'm Dean by the way." He said since he hadn't told the other teen his name yet.

He extended his hand. "Castiel."

"Uh, thank you for not leaving me out there."

"You're welcome." He unfolded his legs and leaned closer to the bed. "You could have died; you were cold and pale when I found you. You were barely breathing." He paused for a moment and touched Dean's face before moving it down to his chest, right over his heart. "Your heartbeat was barely audible. I was sure you were dying. Now it's beating strong, like you." Castiel didn't know Dean but he felt a strong aura that came from the teen.

Dean felt so weird. Why was this guy so touchy and why was he talking like that? He bit his lip and looked Castiel in those bright blue eyes. They were both silent for a moment.

"May I ask where you were headed?"

Dean stared at Castiel awkwardly. He didn't realize how messed up he had gotten last night. He had gotten drunk plenty of times before but nothing like Castiel described. Then he registered the hand on his chest again. "Um- uh I dunno. I don't remember anything except for arriving at the Point. Everything after is a blur."

Castiel removed his hand and sat back in his chair. "I brought you to my home since you refused medical treatment. You're clothes are drying now as well. You were covered in dirt when I found you."

Dean nodded and flopped back down on the bed and closed his eyes. This guy had done so much for him. He wanted to repay him but wasn't sure how. For now though he would just sleep. He felt content and would sleep. At least it was the weekend.

"Get some rest. I'll be back to check on you in a while."

Dean nodded and grabbed Castiel's arms when the other teen stood. This was a complete stranger. He knew nothing about him but something deep inside said trust him. Dean didn't have profound connections with people but his mind and his heart was taking Castiel into consideration. They could grow to be great friends. "Thank you."

Castiel smiled and pulled the comforter up over Dean. "Sleep." He turned and walked over to the door but stopped before leaving. He looked back at the recovering male and spoke. "Thank me when you are better." With that said he exited the room.