Dean hadn't expected this. It sure had been a while since he'd been in school, but he didn't realize it would change this much. Though, he supposed, this was a different school in a different state. It was obviously going to be different. The last school he had been to was back in Nebraska, and Dean hadn't had a good time to say the least. After admitting to being transgender, he had been ridiculed for the entirety of his stay, though that only lasted a month. "Welcome to English, Dean Winchester." Mrs. Meg smiled slyly at him. "H-hi." Dean stuttered. He rushed to a seat beside a boy with black hair, his head in his arms. Dean opened his book and began reading, his brain still buzzing with possibilities. "Dean?" Dean looked up to see none other than Castiel Novak smiling at him brightly. "Cas?" Dean grinned widely. "Yours truly. I thought you said the school wasn't using your name?" Castiel titled his head slightly. Dean decided he rather liked that look on his face, the way it made him seem innocent and puppy-like. "My boss gave me money for my surgeries, and I used a bit of it to bribe the principal." Dean smirked. Castiel smiled again. "Well, I'm very glad to see you. I take it Sam showed you around?" Dean nodded. "Yeah. When does class-" Dean was abruptly cut off when the bell rang loudly, signaling the beginning of class. Mrs. Meg stood close to the board, writing down a rubric for their third essay of the year. The class audibly groaned, pulled out their notebooks, and began writing. Dean shifted awkwardly. He hadn't even thought to get school supplies. He nudged Castiel, who was listening intently to the teacher, looking slightly afraid of Meg. "You got an extra paper, Cas?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded, leaning down to his bag and taking a few sheets of notepaper out. Dean took this moment to glance at Cas's ass for a quick second, before Castiel handed him the paper, a knowing smirk on his face. Dean blushed profusely, going to write. He then realized something else was missing. "Uh, Cas? Any chance you got a pencil in there?" Castiel scoffed at him and unzipped his bag to take out a pencil. He handed it to Dean, their fingers touching just before the pencil was dropped into Dean's hand. He froze for a moment, hot blood rushing up his arm, cascading through his body. "T-thanks." Dean flushed. Castiel seemed to have felt it too. He turned a slight reddish color and wrote down the rubric. "No problem, Dean."
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The Name's Dean
FanfictionDean is...different. He is trapped in a never-ending hell with his brother, as John abuses his children. Sam has always had that easy masculinity and Dean would die for him. Sam probably felt the same way, but what if Dean spoke up about his persona...
