Daddy's Little Soldier (high school destiel au)

Chapter I: Meet Dean Winchester

It was a Monday, Dean Winchester's ninth first day of school as a junior this year. His dad has so many jobs now, so they never have any time to settle down in a permanent house instead of living in crappy hotel rooms throughout the country. His dad dropped Sam, Dean's younger brother, off at his new school, who hoped this school wasn't equipped with bullies. "Bye, Sammy." Dean said as Sam was shutting the door. He stopped by the office to pick up his schedule before school started. A boy around his age was sitting in the chair outside the principal's office. He wore a tan trenchcoat, had messy brown hair, and stunning blue eyes. The two boys made eye contact for a split second before Dean looked away.
A woman came out of the principal's office to greet Dean. "Hello, you must be Dean Winchester. I'm Mrs. Hansel, the principal." She said. Mrs. Hansel had light brown hair with a hint of grey. Besides the few faint wrinkles on her face, she appeared to be in her early thirties. She handed Dean his schedule then turned to the trench coat boy. "Castiel Novak, you need to straighten up and get rid of your rebellious attitude." She said. Castiel replied. "Yes ma'am."
Dean was looking over his schedule and saw that he had Chemistry first. Mr. Cooke, room 24. He took off to his next class, nearly getting lost twice. The late bell rang just as he walked through the door. Mr. Cooke was seated at his desk grading papers. Dean went up to him and said that he was a new student. "Dean, right?" Mr. Cooke asked, glancing up. Dean nodded "There's been a lot of talk about you in the staff room. Your dad's a busy man, isn't he?" Mr. Cooke asked. "You have no idea." Dean murmured. "My dad was always on the road. He was a photographer for magazines. Anyways, how about you take a seat over there." He pointed at a desk at the back of the classroom next to two other empty desks. Dean took his seat, checking out a girl with straight blonde hair and big, brown eyes. He winked at her and she blushed, then resumed working. After Dean got comfortable in his seat, the boy in the trench coat, Castiel, walked through the door. He took a seat next to Dean, and stayed silent. Mr. Cooke started class with a quiz followed by notes. "Psst, you got a pencil?" Dean asked Castiel. "I only have this one." Castiel said, holding up his pencil. "Thanks." Dean said, reaching for the pencil. Castiel pulled the pencil out of Dean's reach. "And I'm using it." He glared. "Easy, tiger." Dean said, as he leaned back in his chair, turning his attention to Mr. Cooke, who was writing formulas on the board. When class ended, Dean had literature next. All he did in literature was learn about Shakespeare, which bored him to death.
Next was P.E., where Dean and the other boys ran a mile. Dean was the fastest of the boys, with Castiel half a second slower. Once they finished the mile, the rest of the class gathered around Dean. "How do you run so fast?" "What's your secret?" "How often do you work out?" The boys asked him. "My dad trains me. I'm sweaty, these shorts are too tight, and I could really go for a strip and soak. No more questions." Dean said, making his way through the crowd. Once he got into the locker room, he opened his newly assigned locker, grabbed his clothes, picked up a fresh towel, and took a quick shower. He finished getting dressed before the bell rang to go to next period class, so he waited out in the gym. Castiel came out of the locker room shortly after, and sat next to Dean. They were silent until Castiel started making conversation. "You're very popular among your peers." Dean sighed. "I'm popular in every school I go to." He took a drink of water. "I'm not surprised. You've been all around the country, you're athletic, and you're attractive." Dean choked on his water. "What?" He asked. "Er-- according to the girls." Castiel's face went ruby red.
"...Right." Dean slowly said.
The two sat in silence until the bell rang.
Dean made his way to his next class with Castiel trailing behind him. He hoped that Castiel had a different class, but it seemed his luck had just run out when the boy in the trench coat turned right into geometry, Dean's class.
A woman in her early twenties with red hair greeted Dean with a warm smile. "Are you Dean?" the woman asked. "According to my birth certificate." Dean grinned. The woman quickly smiled before her expression went serious. "Right, well take a seat anywhere you like. I'm Ms. Kyle, by the way." There were two empty seats. One was by Castiel, and the other at the front of the class. Still weirded out by Castiel, Dean chose to sit at the desk at the front of the classroom.
After class, they were excused to go to lunch. Dean didn't have anywhere to sit, but the girl he winked at earlier invited him to sit with her and her friends. Anna was her name. Throughout lunch, Dean would tell stories about things he did as a child or hunting with his uncle, which Anna and her friends would giggle flirtatiously. Even though the girls were good at keeping Dean entertained, he couldn't help but shift his eyes to Castiel every so often. Castiel, the boy with pure blue eyes and perfectly disheveled dark brown hair, ate a hamburger in solitude while looking out the window.
Days passed, and not a word was exchanged between the two boys. In gym, Dean and Castiel found each other sitting next to each other whilst waiting for the bell to ring. "Hey." Dean said, not looking at Castiel. "Uh, was that meant for me?" Castiel asked, kind of shocked that Dean started a conversation with him. Dean looked at him. "Yeah. You okay with that?" Dean smirked. "I'm fine with it. Not a lot of people talk to me." Castiel said, looking at his hands in his lap. "Why not? You seem... nice." Dean said.
"I'm different." Castiel answered. "People are scared of different."
"I'm not. How about you come over after school tomorrow and we play video games?" Dean offered. "Thanks for the offer, but I've never played a video game before." Castiel sighed.
"You haven't?" Dean asked, shock in his voice.
"Not once."
"Well, there's a first time for everything, right?"
"No thanks."
"Are you sure?" Dean insisted.
"I guess I will. What do I have to lose?" Castiel answered.
"That's right. My uncle will pick us up tomorrow after school."
Castiel was excited that he had the opportunity to make a new friend, so he had a hard time hiding his smile throughout the day. He doesn't normally smile, so this was new to him.