Where I Belong.

His

6:30am Monday.

Dean fluttered his lids open and rubbed his eyes. He sat up stretching then taking a shower.

Dean had always held things in once he found out he had to be brave and strong for Sam. When Dean had realised he was gay, he was around the age eight and when Dean told his father. Things didn't go well.

John stared at Dean from the other side of the island while Dean had cereal. Dean ran his hand through his brothers hair saying his goodbye and started walking to school.

7:39am

Dean had made it in his first class earlier then he expected.

2:30pm

Dean sat with his eyes kept on his paper. Occasionally he'd look at the clock but to ashamed to make eye contact with anyone. Dean usually made himself look confident, cocky and intimidating.

3:05pm

Dean walked down the steps of the high school skipping some.

"Hey, Dean" Dean felt a hand on his shoulder then turned seeing Castiel.

"Hey...?" Dean looked confused but straightened himself out but fixing his hair, subconsciously, of course.

"Um.. Usually I don't promote violence and I'm very profession at times but I'd like to thank you for sticking up for me" Mr. Novak gave a friendly smile.

"Uh-yeah I-uh it was no problem." Dean went to walk away but he was caught again by the shoulder.

"Really, Dean. Thank you" he smiled then winked and once again Deans heart fluttered.

"Yeah, it's no big deal.." Dean smirked then looked to the ground tying to brush this feeling off.

"I don't usually ask this of my students but... Do you have, maybe a-.. A crush on me? I mean usually in my collage classes girls crush on me all the time.." Castiel lifted Dean's head and met a boy with reddish cheeks and broken smile that would he would never notice but, Castiel noticed this time, a strong feeling for Dean.

"I..." Dean couldn't answer.

"It's alright, Dean... It's unprofessional for me to even ask" he smiled and began to walk away. Dean saw his only opportunity walking away.

"Hey! Uh..." Dean ran over then slowed, walking beside him "what do you do when a student has a crush?" Dean compulsive teen mind blurted it out.

"I usually make them feel special" Castiel stopped at his car opening the door setting his papers and books in sliding it across the leather seats.

"Whoa.." Dean let his mouth speak for his eyes.

"What?" Mr. Novak set his arm on the door.

"Is this yours" Dean ran his hand across the black hood.

"Yup... You uh-like Impalas?" He adjusted his tie, loosening it.

"Wait, let me guess!... A sixty seven" Dean passed the question.

"Yeah.. How'd you know?"

"I used to work with my uncle, Bobby at his auto shop" Dean went back around to the drivers side "we used to work on old cars like this all the time"

"Would you like a ride home?" Castiel smirked flashing the keys to Dean.

"Uh-yes!" Dean went around and hopped in.