Superficial Love

Chapter 3

It starts off in deans perspective again lol sorry :)

~Dean~

Oh my shit

Dean could not believe what he was seeing winding through the sea of high schoolers. Honestly, it felt like a dream or something. Like Garth was gonna slap him with a book any minute and tell him to wake the fuck up or let him get caught.

But it wasn't.

The subject he was examining who looked as if he was having the most difficult drivers test in the world, finally tumbled into a room known as the front office which was conveniently located right across from deans locker, considering all the trouble he caused on a normal basis.

Grocery store kid? Dean thought. HOT GROCERY STORE KID?! Dean repeated in his head, not believing himself the first time.

"Ground control to major Tom" he heard a familiar voice yell from behind him.

He turned to see the most beloved thing he missed all summer. "Hey redhead!" Dean chimed.

"Yeah ok, what or who were you staring at?" She poked.

"Umm nothing..honestly, I'm just tired" he lied.

"Ok Winchester" Charlie prepped, "There is *when I get to class I'm gonna crash on my desk* tired and then there is *conceal don't feel* tired. Not *stare at the new kid who has the most horrible hall maneuvering skills this earth has ever seen* tired" She blurted out over the noise of the busy hallway.

"Yeah well, whatever Charlie its nothing"

"whatever you say Dean" she looked at him with eyes that could pierce through the toughest skin, and he looked away.

The bell rang out across the school and students as well as some teachers scattered like termites to their first class.

"I'll see you in writing Winchester!" Charlie called over her shoulder.

"Oh yeah!" She scuffed her shoes to make a circle and turned on the heels of her feet to face Dean, raising her hand with her fingers parted in the middle. "Piece out bitch" she called, and then turned and paced to her class.

Dean laughed at that of which had always seemed to make his day a billion times better, and then grabbed his backpack from the ground slugging it over his shoulder.

He started advancing to his class until he heard the office door open exposing the conversation that was locked inside. The halls were completely silent except for the commotion coming from the class that he was nearest too, and the voices in the office.

"So that's your first class Mr. Novak"

he heard the office attendant say.

"Ok, um would you mind taking me there?" he heard a smaller voice say.

"I umm..." The attendants words were cut off when she peaked her head out the door to find Dean standing there like an idiot just watching in her direction.

"Winchester!" He heard her call from the door.
"Would you mind walking Castiel around the school since you obviously have no intention of getting to class on time?"

Dean walked across the hallway to the open office door and watched as the boys gaze darted from Dean to the floor.

"No problem Mrs. Cohen" Dean played.

"Great! Well this is Castiel Novak he is a junior here as well. And I take it you two will get along nicely, since you both have almost the exact same class schedule."

Oh that's just great Dean thought. More time to torment my gay feelings, *yay*

"yeah umm, ok" Dean urged, breaking the awkward silence but only ended up making the atmosphere more tense.

"Be on your way then gentlemen!" The attendant chirped.

Dean gave her a quick smile and watched as Castiel creeped out from the safety of the office. He wasn't sure weather this kid was gonna run and hide or run and die because the expression on his face looked as if he were the main character of a horror movie, and Dean was the guy with the chainsaw. "I don't plan on killing you Cas, I'm just here to show you around" Dean planted a genuine smile on his face as he said this, and saw as Cas' face lightened a little as well.