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Chapter 1

P.O.V will change

Third (as in 'Third Person')

Like any other time in which Castiel Novak began to stare into oblivion while bored in class he absent mindedly traced the words on the inside of his right elbow. Though it was a natural thing that everyone dealt with it was still something most people spoke about, in there teen years especially. Once you found your soulmate, usually when you're still young, it becomes less common to come up in conversation ether from boredom or the fact you no longer need to worry.

Castiel only came out of his daze when he realised everyone else around him was moving, packing their stuff away to head to their next period. He rushed to follow them, meeting one of his only friend Balthazar in the hall.

"You're always the bloody last one out you pain" he chuckled as the fell in step with one another.

"I can't pay attention in History, I mean it's too easy" Castiel shrugs as if being the top of a class you don't even pay attention in was common and easy.

"Yea yea" Balthazar shook his head slightly amused and slightly irritated at how easy his friend found School, not that he didn't but it was amazing Castiel wasn't in classes for students several years older.

"Hey, there's a new guy" this did not peak Castiel's interest, he didn't talk to most people and unless the new guy was a socially awkward genius he likely would never talk to him.

"He's hot" Castiel rolled his eyes, so that's why Balthazar was bringing this up Castiel thought. Castiel had never shown interest in anyone and Balthazar had always suspected he was potentially closeted.

"Good for you" Castiel replied speeding up slightly, Balthazar wasn't in his next class but the rooms were opposite each other so they always walked together. Balthazar decided to continue the subject at lunch and kept beside Castiel until he patted his back and headed into his room.

Castiel went to the back of the room to his chair by the window, he enjoyed watching the rain drops race down the glass or holding his skin against it too cool down when the room grew too warm. The room was filling up fast and before he knew it the teacher was clearing her throat gaining the attention of most in the room.

"We have a new student, introduce yourself then sit..." she paused to look between the new guy and around the room, eyes landing on Castiel "next to Castiel" the boy looked up and over to where he was sitting. Castiel sat in silence waiting for the boy to say something. Instead he just stared at Castiel. The teacher hadn't noticed and just sighed before telling him to sit down if he wasn't going to say anything.

The boy just walked and sat next to him, leaning back on his chair. Castiel realised in the teachers haste she hadn't actually introduced him.

He opened his mouth to say something, it would be something snarky or flirtatious from the smirk on his lips but this wasn't a class you could easily get away with talking in so Castiel shook his head slightly as a warning and faced the front of the room ready to take notes.

Dean

The new School was the same as any other. Though I always enjoyed the catalogue of new faces. Pretty girls and boys, not that I'd admit that out loud, strolling past me. I didn't miss the wondering eyes of interested peers, even the ones that tried to be more subtle. Though I didn't make it obvious that I'd notice. Whether for their sake or to build my reputation here I couldn't decide.

I spent the first hour or so being shown around by a plucky girl I missed the name of, an obvious nerd though I never minded considering my little brother was likely the biggest nerd you'd come across.

We ended the tour outside my second class of the day and I headed in. I wasn't stupid, like anyone else I knew of the first words soulmate bullcrap, so I stood at the front of the room in silence. There was no way in Hell my soulmate was going to have stomething stupid like 'my name is Dean Winchester' on them. No, I was determined to have the coolest words, something smooth at least. Even if I didn't entirely care for the whole soulmate stuff.

I walked to the seat I had been assigned. I had to control my face not to gawk at the guy by me. His eyes were blue like the beach in one of those overpriced holiday advert destinations only celebrities and millionaires could afford. I could get lost in that sea and never wish to come up for air. His lips were full and slightly open, pink and inviting and his hair, I couldn't keep my eyes away from him. I went to talk, say something but was relieved when he turned around. I'd almost said something stupid, breaking my one rule when it came to soulmates.

Class continued, I wasn't even sure what the topic was or what class it was, could have been anything from Maths to Drama for all I cared. I kept watching the boy write notes, his shoulders were tense and his eyes could burn holes in his paper. I smirked knowing he was trying with every ounce of his being to not look over to me.

I tore some paper quietly from my notebook to write a message and slid it along to him.

He didn't seam surprised by the paper placed under his nose causing me to chuckle lightly, he'd definitely been watching me from the corner of his eyes.

He scribbled on to the paper and slid it back, eyes staying fixed to his work.

Under my messy 'Dean, Dean Winchester' I read in likely the most elegant scrawl I'd ever seen 'Castiel, Castiel Novak' I stared at it, rereading it several times trying to work out how that name would be pronounced. Not willing to make a fool out of myself when we finally spoke I quickly noted down how I'd guessed he pronounced it and slid it back to him; I was sure I saw the hint of a smile as he wrote back and returned it to me.

'is that pronounced Cas teel?'

'No, Cas-T-el' I tried it out in my mind, watching as he continued to write notes, his brow now more relaxed than it had been before we started passing notes.

I scribbled and passed it back watching as he moved it to the side to finish what he was writing, his pen stilled for a while as his eyes flicked to the paper I'd given him before he gave in and moved the note back. I felt my smile broaden, my forehead creased as I realised I had already been smiling.

I watched as his cheeks became a slight rosey colour and he looked out the window likely trying to decide what to reply. I tapped my pen on the table, he must have felt I was growing impatient because he quickly turned back and began writing.

'Castiel, what a beautifully unique name ;)'

'It's the name of an Angel of the Lord' I looked at his message and felt myself tense a little. There was nothing wrong with being religious, Hell my little brother prays most nights, but to be named after an Angel and refer to it as not just 'an Angel' but 'an Angel of the Lord' was a whole other level of religious. I sat debating whether to cut ties now, not wanting my first friend to be some virgin devout Christian bedtime at eight thirty kid or to continue talking and not care about this, maybe his parents were just religious and he'd grown up being told he was named after 'an Angel of the Lord'. I cringed hearing my internal voice repeat his words. I looked over and saw him cast his eyes back to his work and his brow sink from concentration to maybe sadness? His shoulders relaxed but his back hunched forward. I realised he must have seen my reaction. I felt a pang of guilt course through me and an unmistakable feeling of heartbreak for the b- Castiel. I wasn't generally one to admit to guilt or even to having a heart so I was shocked to find my body aching to hold him and run my fingers through his hair and on his back to reassure him and deny what I had going on in my head. I decided without another thought that there was no way I could ignore this kid, no way after making him look that way just from reacting to a note that I could possibly forget he existed.

I passed the note back over and waited for it to be returned. After waiting five minutes I looked to him to see the note wasn't there anymore. I realised with heavy heart that he must have scrunched it up and put it in his pocket or thrown it away and decided against replying this time. He was sitting up a bit more now, he struck his paper in a final full stop before beginning to pack up with the rest of the class. I followed suit to see if I could walk with him but once I was ready to go he was already out of the door. I sighed and pulled out my timetable to head to my next class.