7 hours

~Chapter 2~

Dean's POV

I had just walked into the school and I was already swarmed by the people I called friends. Benny had his arm wrapped around my shoulder, telling me all about his summer vacation in Romania. He was gesturing with his hand, and honestly, I wasn't paying one bit of attention.

"It was so much fun, Dean. You should have been there. Hey, maybe next year, we could bring you along too, how does that sound?" He gestured toward me.

"Uh.. Yeah. That.. Uh... That sounds great, Benny. Listen, hey I'm gonna catch up with you guys later, I uh, have something to do." I got out of the tight grip that Benny had on me, and waved at them. I ran off to go to my class, not wanting to deal with them that morning.

Summer was my favorite time of the year, not because of the heat, or hanging out with friends, or going to the beach. Because I could spend time with Sammy, and go get ice cream with him, and spoil him, and try to get him to forget about all of the bad things I did. I got to do what I wanted to do, and I wasn't labeled for it. But now, I was back into the mess, and thankfully, for only one more year.

I sat down in a random seat that would potentially be my seat for the remainder of the year. I talked to the teacher that was there, waiting for the students to arrive. We talked about nothing in particular, just small talk. The 'hey, how was summer?' 'Oh wow! How was it like in Florida?' 'cool..cool.' I was just about to get out of my seat to get a drink when I saw him.

Cas' POV

This is a new year, a new school, and hopefully, a new me. This was my last year as a high school student, and I'm hoping to make an impression. I had recently moved here from Montana, and now I was the new kid. Again. Being the new kid sucks. You have no idea where anything is, you know no one. Your first day at the school determines what people will think of you for the rest of the year. This year, I'm hoping I wont get bullied. Last year was... Not a good one, to say the least.

I had gone to the office to get my schedule, and was already lost. I was standing in front of a random classroom, hoping that someone would help me. It looked as though there were only two people in that room, a teacher, and a student. Maybe a senior. I went inside and tapped him on the shoulder. I couldn't see his face, but he looked about 17. My age.

"Umm. Hi. My name is Castiel. I'm new here and I seem to be lost..." I laughed at myself and how stupid and desperate that sounded. "Can um.. Can you show me to my class, maybe?" He looked up and didn't say anything for a while. I was getting nervous. 'Did I say something wrong?' 'Does he not speak English?' 'I messed up didn't I?' " If not, that's alright. I'll just..go and ask someone else, then." I turned to walk away but I felt a gentle hand wrap around my wrist, making me turn back. It wasn't a sharp grip, but a gentle, caring one, like he knew I didn't want to be man-handled.

"No.. Wait." He still held onto my wrist and looked at me like a lost puppy. He coughed, shook his head and let go of my hand, like he was trying to compose himself. "Uh, my name is Dean. Dean Winchester, nice to meet you." He held out his hand and I shook it and smiled. He seemed like a good person, one who was misunderstood. He talked like he had never said that to anyone. "I can take you to your class...can I see your schedule?"

I kept looking at his beautiful facial features, not really paying attention to the words he was saying. He had these green emerald eyes that anyone would die for and lips that I thought only existed in stories. He was mesmerizing. I only registered his last word and in the nick of time, before anything got awkward, I handed him my schedule so he could take me to my class.

He laughed as he looked at it. "Well.. It seems we have every single class together... So right now, your in the right place. Just stay with me, and you'll figure this school out like its the back of your hand." He looked up and smiled at me with his perfect teeth. He must have a lot of friends. I was ecstatic that we had every class together, maybe then I could get to know this beautiful boy more.

"Great! Umm.. Where do I sit?" I asked, scared that if I sat by him, I would seem weird. Maybe he was saving that seat for his friend.

"Oh! Right! Umm.. Do you.. Want to maybe.. Sit next to me? I uh.. I'm not saving it for anyone."

"Sure.. Why not?" I said, and sat down. I got out my folder for this class and settled down. I was looking straight ahead, trying to think of what to say, when I felt a burning sensation on the side of my head. I could feel he was looking at me, and so I turned around, ready to ask how his summer went, when I was met by his eyes that bore a hole through mine. He was looking straight at me and I couldn't help but blush. I couldn't look away, though, he was so beautiful. He was searching my entire face, and I was searching his. I landed on his eyes again, which landed on my lips. He licked his lips, and I almost moaned at how hot it was. He slowly looked up and met my eyes again, but, unfortunately the bell rang, and students came pouring in, filling up the classroom that had once belonged to Dean and I.