The Ultimate High School Experience

Chapter 1

Dean woke up to the sound of the motel alarm clock. He whipped up some pancakes for Sammy and went to wake up his little brother, only to find him up already. They stepped back into the kitchen area, and Dean got the school supplies ready whilst Sam ate breakfast.
"Aren't you going to have any?" asked Sam.
"I've already eaten," Dean swiftly replied. Sam said nothing, even though they both knew it was a lie. Dad had been away for about 4 months now, and the money had been fizzling out. They barely had enough money to keep the hotel room, so Dean had had to take up a job after school.

The Impala's engine could be heard from miles away as he drove into school. Dean parked the car and they got out, each going their own separate ways.

Dean walked into school, and all eyes were immediately on him. He was the most popular guy in the school.
The day was a blur until football practice. In the changing rooms, Dean could feel someone's eyes heavy on him. But whenever he turned around, no one dared look him in the eyes. The coach blew his whistle and the boys stepped out onto the field. Coach split them up into teams and they started playing.

All of a sudden, Dean felt the world slow to a halt. He could see the his feet but he couldn't move them. Gravity seemed to fade away and he felt like he was floating through the air, the world spinning around him. As suddenly as it left, gravity came rushing back all at once, and he found himself to sprawled on the floor. He was enveloped in darkness, unable to move inside his own body.

"Are you okay?" The urgency was clear. He seemed worried. Strange. No one ever worried about Dean. Dean opened his eyes to find himself back in the changing rooms, a pair of wonderfully blue eyes staring back. "What happened?" Dean asked, confused. "You passed out. I couldn't find anyone to call so I waited here." Dean looked around and noticed that everyone else had gone, they were the only ones left in the changing rooms. "Would you like to have a shower, then I can take you home? Dean looked around for a second, pondering the decision in his head. "No thanks, I'll just drive home myself," Dean insisted. As he stood up, he felt the room starting to spin around him again, and was about to fall, until a strong pair of hands pulled him back down in a sitting position.

"What's your name?" Dean asked the boy. "Castiel, but you can call me Cas for short," the dark haired boy replied. "Well, Cas, I'll have a shower then I'll drive home. Thanks for staying with me, but I think I'll be good from here."
"Nuh uh. There is no way I'm leaving you here alone."
And however much Dean insisted, Castiel demanded that he would stay there with the groggy boy.
"I can't have you falling and hurting yourself. I'll wait outside the showers. Yell if you need anything."

Unwillingly, Dean grabbed his bag and trudged his way into the shower area. He slipped off his shirt and pants, placing them in his bag. His boxers came off and went into the bag too. Dean stepped inside the shower and switched on the water. He reached for the soap and squeezed some onto his wet hand, lathering it up. He started cleaning the day's dirt off when he started getting the dizzy feeling once again. He could feel the water pattering down his back and the soap rushing down his body, but he couldn't do anything. He tried to move, but all he could do was watch as his tired legs gave way and he fell.

The fall sounded deafening, but Dean clung on to the hope that maybe, just maybe, Castiel hadn't heard anything. There was no way he would let the boy with the ocean in his eyes see him like this. But alas, it seemed to be too late.

Dean tried his best to preserve his dignity, but the shower door swung open before he could even get a chance to try.