Destiel Being Noticed

Chapter 1

Castiels' POV

Castiel Novak has been in American Fork, Utah his whole life. He'd been going to school every day from Greenwood Elementary to American Fork Junior High, and then finally to American Fork High School. Castiels' sophomore and junior year had been tough, but he'd survived, he was willing to survive senior year as well, then he would finally be able to leave American Fork. In all of his years of school Castiel always had one friend by his side, Balthazar, he also had another student that had gone to school with him and has been in almost all of his classes since Junior High and that someone was Dean Winchester. Castiel knew next to nothing about Dean Winchester, that is not including what he'd merely observed or had been told by others. Castiel had had a crush at one point in time on Dean Winchester but had grown out of it, it didn't change the fact that Castiel still knew some information about him. Dean Winchester had been driving a black 67' Chevy Impala from the moment he got his license, he had a soft spot for his younger brother Sam Winchester, he constantly listened to old rock music, and dressed almost the same everyday: jeans, a plain t-shirt, and his signature leather jacket with a pendant around his neck.

Castiel in all his life had never once spoken to Dean. He'd never even dreamed of talking to him. But whenever Castiel had heard his voice it sounded so deep and rich. Balthazar had had the chance of speaking to Dean once but it hasn't been a friendly encounter. So, when Castiel Novak accidentally rammed straight into Dean Winchester he was shocked, but also expected the worst to happen to him.

Deans' POV
Dean Winchester walked quickly through the hallways , trying to escape into his classroom to join up with his friends. He replayed this mornings event that had taken place at his house:
I awoke to the sound of glass shattering, my eyes shoot open and I call out to Sammy, sitting up and looking into his room across the hall through our open doors. He's not laying in his bed. I quickly shoot out if my own bed, dressed only in plaid pajama bottoms, and stumble down the stairs. I reach the bottom and make my way down the short hallway, rounding the corner in time to find my father throw a glass cup to the ground, glass and orange juice spraying across the tile. I search the room for Sammy, finding him standing in the far corner.
"You ungrateful little bastard!" My father shouts at Sammy, anger flashing in his eyes.
'Not today' I think, but I know what I have to do. Protect my little brother.
"Dad," I say calmly entering the kitchen.
His head whips towards the sound of my voice and I can see the glazed look of alcohol in his eyes. When I begin to walk towards Sammy he doesn't move, just follows me with his drunken eyes. I hurriedly grab Sams' arm and lead him towards the kitchen doorway. Walking towards our father I keep Sam behind my back, until he is standing on our old stained living room carpet. It's then my father decides to make his move, grabbing my arm and slamming against the fridge, glass digs into my bare feet.
"Dean!" Sam yells taking a step forward.
"Sam, go. Wait in the car," I say trying to remove my fathers arm from my chest. Sam runs quickly out the door where I hear him enter my Impala.
"You should know better," my father says slamming me harder against the fridge, "than to interupt."
When the pressure of his arm leaves my chest I feel his fist connect with my jaw, throwing me to the floor, where the glass cuts through my hands. I glance at him over my shoulder only to be hit again, my lip splitting open. I don't move, not wanting to anger him further. Finally after several moments of silence he leaves, slamming the front door and peeling out of the driveway. I slowly get to my feet, clean up the mess, then get ready for school. When I glance in the mirror I see the new bruises beginning to form, my torso and shoulder blades are still covered in purple bruises from last weeks incident. I quickly throw on my clothes and head out to Sam waiting in the Impala.

When I'm full body slammed into while walking down the hallway, I wince from my bruises and let out a curse. I find the person who has hit me has fallen flat on their ass, quickly scrambling to regain their feet.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that, I wasn't watching where I was going!" The guys says to me, I first notice his shocking blue eyes and forget how to speak. The I notice my friends over his shoulder and say,
"Well next time watch." And shove him out of my way. I hear him stumble behind me but grin at Jo, Ash, Benny, and Lisa as they laugh.

Castiels' POV

"You okay?" Balthazar says helping me find my footing.
"Yea, I'd say I was lucky to get off with just that," I say brushing off my pants.
"Certainly better than what I received," Balthazar says rubbing his chin remembering his own encounter with Dean. I glance back at him and find he is sharing an embrace with a dark haired girl. A tiny pain stabs at my heart but I ignore it and continue towards class with Balthazar. It's obvious to everyone that Dean is straight, he's never looked at a guy the way he does a girl, let alone spare a look at me. I arrive at my first class and say good bye to Balthazar as he continues walking towards his own classroom. I enter the classroom and am greeting with a flying wad of paper hitting my forehead. I sigh deeply.
"Let the torture begin," I quietly whisper under my breath.
As I take my seat in the back of the classroom my usual bully glides into the seat next to me.
"Hey Cassie, still gay today are we?" Says Crowley beginning his daily harassment towards me.
I don't respond, keeping my eyes on the front of the classroom.
"Aw come on Cassie. Tell me who you think is so cute? I know you like someone rainbow man," Crowley says continuing to pester me.
I'm sick of it, I already get enough of this at home, but I know there's nothing I could do to make him stop, it would only encourage him further. I try focusing on the math lesson our teacher Mr. Lemon is teaching us , but his voice drones on so I end up tuning him out. Instead I think back to the harsh words Michael said to me the moment he found out I was homosexual.
We are not family
I go to bed every night with those words ringing in my head. I thought they would understand, but only Gabriel and Anna seem to be fine with my sexuality. It gets harder everyday, living in a house where I'm not accepted, going to school where people know I'm worthless, and me knowing they are all right.
"Castiel!" Mr. Lemon shouts my name. I'm snapped out of my thoughts and back into math.
"Yes, sir?" I ask my voice small.
"Pay attention. Someone else, can anyone tell me how to use...." Mr. Lemon says his voice monotone.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
"Daydreaming?" Crowley smirks.
I huff out a small breath my eyes trained on the ceiling as I try to hold my words back. I can't let him get to me.
"Edgy today are we? Someone really went up your ass didn't they?" Crowley snickers to himself at his crude joke.
I scoff at him and begin to copy down notes from the board, knowing I'll need them for later when I do my homework. I dread going home at the end of today but I look forward to my fourth period class, history. I love history, I can enter a different world while learning all about the past. I also happen to have that class with Dean Winchester which is just an added bonus. Going through the rest of my periods when the one to start fourth rings, I'm excited.