Guardian Angel

Scars

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Dean was at a loss for words.

This did not happen often. If Sammy were here, his jaw would possibly drop to the ground.

Sammy had always known Dean to be sarcastic and talkative. Dean was awestruck. It was the boy from his dream last night. The exact same one. The only noticeable difference was his eyes. He could feel himself begin to sweat even more then he previously was.

Dean thought he saw a flash of rememberence flash across the strangers eyes. Seeing as he was on the ground, Dean smiled at the boy and offered a hand to help him up. Which he accepted.

Instead of mumbling an are you okay, Dean settled on a,

“Hey, my names Dean.” he then proceeded to mentally slap himself in the face.

“Hello Dean, I am Castiel.” The stranger who now had a name answered.

Dean looked the shorter person in the eyes and could feel his chest tighten up.

“Could you possibly show me to the office?” Dean asked, trying to break eye contact.

Cas nodded his head and started walking toward the main doors.

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“I’m sorry for making you late,” Cas said while holding the office door open for Dean with one hand while the other was shoving the orangish late slip into his pocket.

“Eh, its whatever,” Dean answered, smiling at Cas.

“The last school I went to. I can’t remember the name of it for the life of me, but, I was late because of my younger brother. Someone gave him way too much sugar and I couldn’t get him to calm down.” Dean laughed slightly at remembering the event.

It was when Sammy was younger, he downed almost an entire bowl of sugar and kept running around the house. Dean had never been happier when he found him passed out on top his desk.

“Do you know where your classes are?” Cas asked while walking down the empty hallway with Dean.

Dean nodded his head in response. He had been here before, hunting with his dad. It was the reason that they had moved here.

Cas said good bye to Dean and quickly walked away to head to class.
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A few hours later, Cas was in the library looking for a new book to read seeing as though he finished all of his books he had gotten about four days ago. He had always loved libraries just something about the smell of books and the quiet that the place offered seemed to put his restless soul at ease.

He set his bag down at the table that he normally sat at - the table that was by the window. Seeing as though the library was one of the only (extremely) warm places in the school, he took off his black hoodie. Cas normally minded taking an article of clothing off due to his scars, but there was normally no one in there.

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‘Why couldn’t dad just let me drop out of school?’

Dean questioned himself while walking down the hall for no reason. He was lost, again. The hallway smelled nothing like home. It was too clean. To him, it smelled almost like a hospital which was almost a second home to him by this point. He had suffered from more doctors visits in his short time on Earth than that of an actual sick person.

“What is that smell?”

Dean questioned himself as he walked past an open door. Suddenly Dean realized that he knew that smell. It was his favorite food. He stopped dead in his tracks and almost ran back to the room with the open door, he did not care if he had to kill someone to get a piece of his beloved pie.

Arriving at the door of which the pie sent came from, Dean tried to calm himself down and walked into the room.

“And this is a library. I am officially an idiot.”  Dean mentally said to himself while debating crying over the fact that there wasn’t any pie.  

Noticing that there was someone else in the room, he turned to see who else had witnessed his embarrassing action.

He turned around to find Castiel taking his hoodie off, exposing some of his back as the hoodie lifted the white t-shirt from his body.

“What happened to you?”

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