Dean arrived at his school its the first day and he's there good twenty minutes before it even started because of his nerd of a brother Sam had insisted on doing so, he had pretty much dragged Dean out his bed yelling for Dean to get up while Dean complained loudly until Sam came in with a thing of water threatening Dean that if he didn't get up he would pour it on Dean and all of his cloths. Dean was still to stubborn to get up and now had a pair of wet pants waiting for him at home. Dean clambered out of his baby that he had received from his dad for his birthday and stretched out his arms letting out a tired groan.

"God Sammy did we have to get here so friggin early!" Dean complains while stretching some more and yawning.

"Dean its my first day of high school!" Sam argues with him.

"So? If you have troubles finding something you could just ask me, not make me a zombie Sammy."

"Dean i'm nervous okay? Just wanted to check everything out." Sam mumbles slightly under his breathe a little embarrassed to be nervous, sometimes he wishes he could be as carefree as Dean.

"Don't worry Sammy it'll be fine, just watch out for Bridges though, she's evil." Sammy smiles feeling a little better and slightly frightened for Bridges who he indeed had for his Honors Chemistry class.

"Thanks Dean. And don't call me Sammy! I don't want it catching on!" Dean chuckled at his little brother and ran a hand through his hair messing it up his little Sammy was about to go to his first year of high school as a ninth grader and he almost felt sad that he was growing up so fast. He had pretty much raised him on his own.

"Come on then, and you know if anyone gives you trouble-"

"I come to you, yeah, yeah, you've told me that like a million times." Sam cuts off Dean.

"I mean it Sam, i'll beat anyone to a pulp if they do something to you." Dean voice is serious and Sam doesn't doubt that Dean will do it either.

"I will, will you show me where the Honors English room is Dean?"

"You don't have to say honors with it Sam, its the same room as the normal English room," Dean says knowing that Sammy was probably only saying it because he was taking all honors this year and brags about it every ten seconds.

"I know." Dean is about to say something back to his smart ass of a brother when a guy walks past him looking down at the side walk while looking nervous and thought he knew everyone here since he's lived here his whole life, this kid must be new. The boy glances up at Dean for a moment and Deans lost in an ocean of blue eyes and then the boy puts his head back down quickly blushing with his tan trench coat flowing behind him as he walks away quickly his eyes focused on the ground.

The day goes by slowly for Dean, with the usual flirting girls following him around giggling far to loudly and batting their eyelashes at him. Its only third period, he silently cussed in his mind, he had one more year at this place and then he was free. Although Dean doesn't know how he's going to survive it. He didn't really see a point in finishing high school, his grades weren't that good and everyone knew that he was just going to end up staying here is Kansas, Lawrence his whole life, he was going to take over the garage after he graduated. No one cared what he thought they just expected him to, so he was going to, his dad needed him to so he was going to do it.

Dean walks into his next class which is art, something Dean secretly enjoyed. The boy from earlier is there staring down at a table alone. The teacher tells him to sit where he wants, Dean normally doesn't try to talk to people most people come to him, he's also never tried to make friends he never really found it important but something about the boy sitting there all alone with his head resting in his hands with his dark almost black hair sticking out messily, he gets the urge to go over and sit next to him. He gets over to the table and stands there for a moment, the boy still hadn't noticed he was there.

"Hey, um... You mind if i sit here?" Dean asks as nicely, the boy looks up slowly his eyes are so blue, Dean thinks to himself, he also notices how they are trimmed with red and slightly puffy. The look on his face looks like he almost doesn't believe that Dean is talking to him.

"If that is what you want." The boy says quietly and then puts his head back down. A rush of worry comes over Dean for this new guy, he wants to make him feel better whatever is wrong. Weird, Dean thinks he's never really worried about anyone other than his family.

"Thanks! What's your name?" Dean asks with a smile hoping to cheer him up a bit. The boys head comes back up and lightens up a little bit when he see's Dean smiling at him.

"Castiel, Castiel Novak."

"Nice to meet you Cas, i'm Dean Winchester." Castiel stares at him for a moment taking in the nickname he had just been given.

"It's nice to meet you Dean." He says quietly.

"So you must be new, am i correct?" Dean asks hoping to get some info on this sad looking boy.

"Yes, i moved here over the summer with my family."

"Do you have any siblings here with you?" Castiel nods.

"Yes, there is Anna who is in the 9th grade, and my step brother Gabriel who is in the 9th grade also." Castiel answers.

"Is that all the siblings you have?"

"No i have an older brother named Micheal. Do you have any siblings Dean?" Castiel asks his question a little nervously hoping he wasn't prying, the last thing he wanted was to be annoying to the first person who has talked to him all day besides the teachers.

"Just one, Sam, he's also in the 9th grade. I think my parents would have liked to have more kids but my mom died before they had the chance." The last part comes out before Dean can stop himself and Cas just stares at him for a moment before coming up with a reply.

"I'm sorry. My dad also passed away when i was young." Castiel surprises himself when he says that. He never tells anyone about his dad, he never tells anyone anything so why did he just tell a complete stranger that? Please don't let him find me too open and personal, he thinks to himself not wanting to scare Dean him away.

"I'm sorry Cas." Dean says sympathetically, Castiel relaxes, he didn't ruin it or at least he didn't think so. "So i take it that your mom remarried?" Castiel nods his head not saying anything when his step dad is mentioned. Even with what he has told Dean about his Dad dying talking about his step dad is not his favorite thing to do. Especially with a stranger, even though Dean is by far the most nice and welcome person he's met all day.

Dean noticed how Castiel tensed a little by him mentioning his mom remarrying and his sudden silence so he decides to change the subject, he doesn't understand why he cares so much but he doesn't want Cas to be feel pressured into telling him anything he doesn't want to talk about or say something wrong and come off rude.

"So, um, what classes are you taking?" Dean asks not quite sure what to say, not used to actually making an effort into a social conversation.

"Mostly honors and AP classes." Castiel answers his voice dropping slightly.

"You and Sam both..." Dean mutters to himself.

"Excuse me?" Castiel asks.

"Oh nothing, just my brother brags about taking all honors constantly."

"Taking honors isn't that great."

"Its better than the people like me who are barely passing the normal classes!" Dean argues.

"Not really, at least you get to take what classes you want, and being average isn't that bad."

"Don't you get to take the classes you want Cas?" Dean asks and Cas freezes as if he has said to much.

"Not really, my family is intent on me graduating with the highest of everything. I had to beg them to just let me take this class." Cas says quietly, lowering his head again. "They think that me liking to paint is a waste of time." Dean is silent for a moment and then Castiel's head whips up his eyes filled with worry.

"I'm sorry Dean i'm giving way to much information about myself to you." He says panicked, eyes going wide.

"Hey its okay, don't worry about it. Everyone needs someone to talk to, and i don't mind listening." Dean says kind of surprised, most of the time he would have minded listening unless it was his family or his friends that are so close that he considers family like Jo, Ellen and Bobby.

"Thank you..." Castiel whispers staring down at his hands blushing. Dean feels a smile tug at his lips seeing Cas blush it was... cute.

"So you like art?" Dean asks trying not to think about the last thing he had just thought.

"Yes, i have always enjoyed painting. I like to draw, but painting is my favorite." Dean nods at the response. "What about you Dean?"

"I wouldn't call myself a pro or anything but i like to draw, sometimes, but most people don't know about it. Something i kind of keep to myself."

"Do you have any of your work with you?" Castiel asks which shocks Dean, most people would just tell him that was cool and not really mention it again. But Cas, was different.

"Not right now. But i could bring some." Dean tries not to sound like he wants this to happen but he can't help but to be slightly excited, no one has ever wanted to see his work.

"That would be nice. And...I could bring some of mine if you would like..." Cas says nervously looking at his hands.

"I would love that Cas." Cas looks up into Deans eyes and blushes which makes Dean smile. He decides that this is his favorite class so far.

The class starts out slowly and they have a simple assignment to simply draw a collage of things that they like or find interesting so that the teacher may learn what skills they have and etc. the rest Dean kind of just tuned out, he was to busy staring at the new boy. The boy is listening so intently to the teacher hanging on to every word as she goes quickly goes over contrasting, shading, as a review since it was taught in the lower art class last year. Cas even takes some notes.

"Dude you don't have to take notes, you know that right?" Dean asks.

"Oh, yes i know. My parents told me if i was going to take this class i had to work extra hard on it and concentrate." Castiel states. Dean nods even though he thinks Cas is working way to hard for an art class.

"And... I find it quite fascinating and helpful with my own work to have tips..." Castiel adds on nervously.

"Maybe i should pay attention." Dean says actually considering it for once. Cas just nods and goes back to listening to the teacher. Dean really does try to listen and he did, for maybe thirty seconds, and hey that's at least longer than he lasts in math, but he keeps on looking over at the strange boy in the tan trench coat. Dean wasn't going to deny it Cas was attractive, his dark hair was messy like he had been tossing all night, but Dean liked it, he was lean and quite slender but it suit him, and then his eyes, his eyes we so blue, a deep ocean blue, Dean almost gets lost in them every time his eyes met Castiels, and his lips... Dean stops that train of thought immediately, this was all of Sam's fault for dragging him here earlier than he was supposed to be. He was tired that was it, lack of sleep can do scary things to you.

The teacher stops talking and leaves the class to get started on the projects for the last 15 minutes. Cas is staring at his paper and Dean is staring at Cas, Castiel looks up at Dean looking sad and disappointed.

"I don't know what to draw Dean." Cas says looking scared his blue eyes wide open. Man his parents must of really laid it down on him to get good grades or something Dean thinks.

"Well what do you like to do?" Dean asks hoping to help.

"I don't know..." Cas whispers, the look on his face could have belonged to someone who just accidentally killed someone.

"Well, what do you do after school?"

"Go home, do homework, and have family prayer and scripture, draw and read if i'm lucky." Dean just stares at Castiel.

"Dude, i am going to have to introduce you to so many things." Cas blushes, happy that Dean plans on talking to him more and nods. Dean smiles at Cas's blush.

Dean takes the rest of the class period to tell Cas a few things that he could draw, apparently the only books his parents would let him read was the bible and the ones assigned from school, but he still loved it and would read every chance he got. By the time the bells rings Cas has a few things on his paper and Dean has nothing.

Dean has to split from Cas since his next class was the other way and Dean was almost sad that they had to part, turns out, he really enjoys having the strange trench coat boy around.

When school is over Sam walks over to the parking lot to where the shiny impala waits for Dean and him to go home in. His day had been great, not many people talked to him in fact some people were down right rude to him, and then there were the others who would talk to him because they wanted to use him to get to Dean or something like that. Dean is already there waiting for him at the car.

"Dean!" he yells as he see's his older brother and runs over to him.

"Hey Sammy."

"You totally lied!"

"Lied about what?"

"Ms. Bridges! She isn't evil she was really nice to me!"

"Huh weird, must like the nerds."

"Or she doesn't like assholes!" Dean laughs.

"Come one i'm ready to get home."

When Dean finally gets home he yawns heads up to his room where he blasts music and falls into his bed. He was exhausted, he had listened to Sam go on and on about his day in the car which he was fine with but after about a minute of him going on about some girl named Jess that was in his class he got annoyed. He went through his normal day procedure, not do homework while hang out in his room, sometimes call a girl or text her, and then get dinner, hangout with his dad and Sam, shower and go to bed.

Dean was having troubles sleeping tonight, all he could think about were blue eyes piercing into his. He needed to stop thinking about the dude, it was creepy, but he kept on coming up into his thoughts, his trench coat flowing in the wind, his messy hair those damn eyes, and those lips...