Dean
It was a horrible morning. Dean didn't live alone, since he was so young - but all alone and without any parents. He lived in a housing group with other orphans. It wasn't bad at all, he had his own room, as much free time as he wanted - and other people around him so he wouldn't be alone all the time. But he didn't really had much privacy - which could sometimes be a real problem when it comes to "where to go after a date" and stuff. The keeper of the group was a really nice woman. Rebekah was her name, she'd been in her fourtys and a really nice cook. Her spaghetti were the best on this planet, and thats a fact. Literally - she has won prizes at cooking contest with these noodles.
Sam didn't live together with Dean, though they were still in close contact and would see each other every week. Since he was so young, he needed someone to look up to, someone like a parent. So their aunt Ellen & uncle Bobby decided to let Sam stay at their house. Dean stayed there too at first, but he caused too much trouble. Like throwing parties whenever Bobby and Ellen weren't home, yelling at them for not getting what he wanted and all kinds of other stuff. Bobby wanted to give him a second chance, that he could always come back if he'd wanted to - but Dean just couldn't. He knew he didn't have himself under control, dealing with his psycho stuff like his manic depression.
On his way to school, he met a few friends. He never took the bus, since he only had to walk like 10 minutes to school.
"Winchester! How's it going?" Chuck asked from behind, boxing Dean slightly in his shoulder. "Pretty rough. Weekend's been crazy - can't remember most of it to be honest" Dean answered. "Well you're gonna like what's waiting at school" he grinned.
Wondering what that could be, they continued talking until they reached the school.
"Alright, see ya at lunch Dean"
"Yeah, see you", he answered. As he wanted to walk in, two students rushed away. It was Castiel and an other girl he didn't know. Although red haired girls were pretty rare at this school. Didn't they have a class to get to? Hm, not his problem - he thought.
He wanted to open the front door, when he saw the huge photo montage hanging there. With Castiels face on it. "you're gonna like what's waiting at school" - Chuck that son of a bitch. Where'd he get that photo of Castiel from? He quickly took off the poster and stuffed it in his backpack instead of the trash, so no one could fish it out.
***lunchbreak***
"What the hell was that poster thing on the front door Chuck?", Dean said while walking towards the table Chuck sat at. "Ahh you saw. Great ain't it?" - "Where the hell did you even get that pic? Wait - no. You did not logged in my Facebook account again, did you" Dean said. Chuck had used his facebook account like over a year ago to get to know girls. Since Dean looks way better than Chuck, girls used to immediately respond to texts from Dean. He hasn't changed his password since then - what he sure would do later.
"Guilty", Chuck laughed - and Dean really wanted to punch him for being such an ass. Castiel seemed to be so nice and innocent. He didn't deserve to be treated like that.
And suddenly Dean realized, that Castiel would probably assume, that is was Dean who put up that poster. Quickly taking out his smartphone, he started to text Castiel on Facebook, since he didn't have his number.
D: "Hey man, where are you?"
After ten minutes he still hasn't replied, and Deans math class started. So he had to put his phone away. They got in groups and were supposed to solve some tasks he didn't really paid much attention to, he didn't understand them anyway, so no need to even try it.
After that, his next class wasn't important to him - so he skipped it. Walking out of the school, he eyes locked on his smartphone, he bumped into an other student.
"Whoa, what the-?" he started, but stopped as he looked up into bright blue eyes, and a vanilla milkshake all splattered over the other persons shirt. "Oh crap Castiel i'm sorry, wait let me fix this - " he said as he pulled a pack of tissues out of his backpack and started to gently rub the milkshake off Castiels chest. "I can do that by myself, thank you." Castiel stated as he pushed away from Dean and started to walk off.
"Wait, Cas-", Dean grabbed him by his wrist and made it impossible for him to leave. "What? Do you want another pic of me, to photoshop onto some stupid crap? How the hell do you even know about my family issues? And what psychopath even takes the time to do stuff like that i mean whats even the purpo-"
"Cas i know you probably won't believe me - but it wasn't me." - "Don't call me that", he replies sharply. "What?", Dean was confused.
"My name is Castiel. Not Cas."
"Oh, i'm eh, i'm sorry i- i really didn't want to offend y-" he got interrupted by Charlie coming from behind, rushing to Castiel.
"Hey Cas, you know there's this thing we wanted to go to, at the mall?" she said, kinda hyperventilating since she ran all the way.
"Yes, i remember, lets head there"
"I could give you guys a ride", Dean tried everything to get Castiel on a friendship level.
"Don't you have a class to go to?", Castiel sassed back obviously pissed at Dean. Right after, he took Charlies hand and went outside.
Damn that sass.
