If I Told You What I Was, Would You Turn Your Back On Me?

Chapter Two

Eyes were staring back at Castiel and they had no color. Castiel hadn't taken out any colored pencils but even then he wouldn't have found the correct shade for those iris' of that boy. Why was he obsessing about this? About someone who he doesn't even know the name of? Even his subconscious was haunted with this particular shade of green found in the white, oval canvas' in sockets of the bronze, sun-kissed skin, that he wished so desperately to run his fingers along, on a boy he has only seen today that he cannot copy in any way, shape, or form.

This was starting to worry Castiel and he was nearly perturbed at what his brain wanted him to do. To run his fingers along the smooth freckles that dotted that boy's face. To try and count every single sun's kisses that were left on that boy's tanned body. To explore what that boy liked and disliked. To want to talk and have physical contact with him. To try to open himself to him. To want to be with him no matter what the circumstances.

All of these things were new to Castiel. Never had he want to talk, admire, and know with such compelling need before. It is like God is giving him commands himself and giving him these thoughts and that is why they are so prominent in his brain and he feels so pressured to do all of these things. He must speak with his father about this if that is the case.

The next bell rang signaling the end of lunch and Castiel headed towards Math. He sincerely hoped Mr. Green Eyes wasn't in this class as well. He can't seem to catch a break today. But the odds were not in his favor as when he sat down in the second to last row, he saw Mr. Green Eyes entering the classroom.

Castiel opened his notebook, trying to find a distraction from the enthralling boy. Unlucky to him, the boy sat next to him once again. Castiel decided to flip past all of his previous pages that had been used and chose to draw his anger and tension away. He focused on what he was drawing this time, not wanting to have a repeat of last time in front of the boy. Castiel ended up drawing the forest behind the school with some details from one of the other times he had been there. Such as maybe a bird, of a squirrel. The occasional insect that flew by. Or some flowers from when spring settles in.

Castiel did not know that the boy was watching him draw. Castiel did not know that the boy found him interesting. Castiel did not know about the thoughts the boy had about him. Castiel did not know that the boy sat purposely next to him so that he could know him better. He also didn't know that the boy's name, was Dean Winchester.

Oh man, oh man, aw hell, why did I do this? Dean's mind was blazing. He didn't know why he tortured himself by sitting next to the most distracting thing on the planet. Screw it, the universe. Dean had been thinking about this guy for quite a while and he doesn't even know him! He thought this guy was handsome. Okay sure, you can call a guy good looking as a complement when you're straight, but Dean thought of him as some freaking sex god. That for sure crossed the boundaries of straightness! And yet, Dean had decided to sit next to him in every class he's had with him so far! He sounds like some chick flick love-sick puppy!

This guy has mussed just-had-some-fudging-hot-sex hair. He also had some unlawfully blue eyes, I mean how can someone's eyes be that blue? He also had a little bit of stubble growing in that matched the amount of midnight that was in his sexed-up black hair. His pale skin only made the blue stand out like diamonds on his face and his hair look even more like the midnight sky. Like, Batman black. He also had this tan trench coat that he wore. It was a bit bigger than what it should be to fit the dude's frame, but he somehow made it fit.

And now, the guy was drawing. Dean didn't know he could draw! Well, Dean barely knows anything about this guy. But, in Dean's defense, he didn't know that anyone could draw like that! The guy was drawing a forest with some critters in it. Never has Dean seen a drawing that can catch all of the feelings that the forest gives.

Dean has decided to call this dude, Trench-Coat-Guy. Ironic that he is following a man in a trench coat when it's normally the other way around. And no! Dean is not being a stalker. Well, maybe a little, but that's not the point! The point is that he needs to figure out why he is thinking like this.

Dean really hoped that he didn't have the next classes with Trench-Coat-Guy because he knows that he is just going to follow him around like an anime schoolgirl who found her first crush and "knows" that he is the "one". Dean does, however, have Science, Social Studies, Lunch (obviously he was in the same year as him), and now, Math. That is nearly half the day already. The only class Dean doesn't have with Trench-Coat-Guy is Mechanical Engineering. It's like God (if there even is one) is punishing him for something that he doesn't know he did. Karma can be such a massive bitch sometimes. He doesn't even know what he did! Well, there are many things Dean has done in his life that could lead up to some karma way bigger than this, but we're just going to ignore that.

Once more there were rules and introductions going on in class but Dean was way too distracted to notice. He kept watching the guy in the seat next to him draw. Each fluid movement from his hand brought a new piece of beauty to the forest he was drawing. Dean loved the forest, even though most of his times in the forest were spent hunting down monsters and mythical beings that nobody believes in. But the times he could just stroll leisurely through the never ending trees that go so high into the clouds that they nearly touch satellites, he thoroughly enjoyed. He loved the fresh air, the small adorable (don't tell Sam I said that) critters, and the feeling of freedom, the feeling that you could run, fly, scream or yell and nobody could tell you otherwise. The enthralling charm of what lies in the deepest bits of the forest where no one goes, where no one can find you. Like you are in your own, private world that only people you allow can enter.

The bell had pushed Dean out of his thoughts, telling him that the class has ended. Next up, Language Arts. Dean wasn't that good at writing, he was better at math. He enjoys fixing up cars, especially his 1967 Chevy Impala. Not that he wants her to be wrecked, oh hell no! He would beat the ever loving bejesus out of anyone who dares to even scratch his Baby! Yes, he calls his car Baby, deal with it.

Anyways, Language Arts. Dean had arrived with the rest of the class, pooling in to try and find a seat. He found a seat at the back so that he wouldn't have to answer many questions. Woop Dee Doo, he found that Trench-Coat-Guy was right on his ass as he took his seat. Trench-Coat-Guy looked very unhappy by something that Dean did not know about. Thankfully, he sat down on the opposite side of the classroom, but he was still in the back row. Apparently, he likes sitting in the back. If he likes it in the back I'll give it to him in the- Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope! Dean started to curse his brain for giving such thoughts. He is straight, such a ladies man, boobs, girls, and a big hetero hello to everyone. But why is his brain so interested in this dude?

Dean was so confused. Why is his brain fighting against him? Why is it making him question everything? Why does it think he has a crush on this guy? Dean needs to get home as fast as he can and fix his priorities, and also find the source of this madness.

Hey, guys! I still have no idea for what the fudge I am doing with this :P. Comments are appreciated, read, and may be involved in the story! Even the crazy conspiracy theories! Bye for now! And I vill chu you later!