Chapter 1

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I started walking out of the school building through the back and I saw, in the distance, a kid getting a major beating. I couldn't recognize the kid. I immediately started towards Alistair, who was delivering the beating. Alistair ran off as I approached the guy.

"Hey, man, are you okay?"

I don't think he could hear me. I finally made it to him, by then he had blacked out. Poor kid... I took him to the nurse's office and waited for him to wake up, he didn't deserve any of those beatings. He started to wake up once the nurse had taken care of him a bit.

"Your lip is injured and you should drink some water"

She handed him the glass of water and he drank it thankfully. She introduced him to me afterwards.

"Castiel, this is Dean Winchester."

Castiel... So that was his name. Castiel... Casti... Cas. I'll call him Cas. He seemed to be avoiding eye contact. Damn... he was cute, and so shy. I was thinking of a way to make him open up to me. Hmm...

"He carried you here. He said he stopped your attacker."

I watched as he slowly looked up at me, he was looking me over. Then we made eye contact. Wow. His eyes, they were so blue, the ocean couldn't even compare. I wanted to stay with him, he looked so helpless. I guess he noticed my staring, I saw him turn pink. It was cute. I should have probably stopped staring... I must have freaked him out.

"Hello, Dean."

He said hello. That voice, it was so... deep and mysterious. I wanted to hear more of it, but I knew he was shy. He extended his hand to shake mine, I shook his. I may have squeezed too hard... I saw him cringe.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Mr. Winchester."

That stupid nurse. I didn't wanna leave...

"But, Mrs. McCoy... could I just stay here and wait for him...? What if he is attacked after he leav-"

"Mr. Winchester... now."

She cut me off. That annoyed me. I wanted to stay with him, maybe just a little longer... As I left I heard her talk to Cas about calling his brother, faintly. I decided to just go on home.

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