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Chapter 2

Castiel

I spent the day thinking of Dean Winchester, we shared more classes but it was as if he was avoiding me, always sitting in the empty seats furthest away from me. Each time I'd watch as his new partners, usually girls, would light up as he sat then deflate as he opened his mouth and started talking. I tried to not watch, tried to focus but after the last note I felt a wave of irritation and frankly loss. Why was it effecting me so badly? I had met him for an hour in my second lesson, we had exchanged a few notes then that was it. Why I was so attached was beyond me. Yet I still found myself scanning rooms for him, watching him whisper to the students around him and checking my phone every chance I got.

Currently he was talking to Charlie Bradbury, they hit it off pretty well considdering her obvious rejection when he sat down and began his usual flirtation and first liner. She was as gay as they come and apparently the fact that there was no way there could be anything between them meant he was talking much more to her and becoming more of a normal guy rather than a flirting sex appeal machine. I found myself envious of her.

At the end of the day I turned at the sound of a loud engine leaving the car park, a shiny, black, old style car. The engine was so loud most students in the car park, leaving the School gates or just exiting the building turned to watch it leave. I rolled my eyes, I always thought loud engines were obnoxious but I stopped when I realised this was a new occurance and the only new person around here was Dean Winchester. Just like that I didn't know how to feel. I found myself wanting to hear that engine again, needing to hear it at the early hours of the morning, followed by tapping of small stones at my bedroom window then a cocky Dean Winchester calling me-

"Hey you ready to go?" I was pulled from my thoughts as my younger brother Alfie stood beside me, both hands holding the straps to his grey and blue rucksack. I nodded and we began our walk home.

Dean

I had spent the whole rest of the day keeping far away from Castiel Novak. I didn't want to make him feel worse so I avoided eye contact, I was known for having a resting 'I'll kill you and your entire family' face and I wasn't going to risk that on someone that looked so brittle and soft and sweet and ...

I used my one liners, jokes and flirtatious comments usually, on every girl I sat by. Each time watching as they quickly lost interest with slumped shoulders. I had yet another lesson with Castiel and yet again sat in a free seat well out of his way and started up a cocky flirtatious conversation with the red headed girl with the thickly framed glasses. The nerdy gamer girl look was working for me. She struggled to keep in her laugh before clearing her throat and patting my shoulder sarcastically. I felt my forehead crease in confusion, I imagined it likely looked like Castiel's from earlier today but I doubted anywhere near as cute.

"Oh you're not my type" she giggled and pulled work out of her bag. I was more confused now. Sure I'd been rejected before but never because I wasn't their type, I was everyone's type.

"How?" I kept my voice even but she definitely saw through that.

"You're not a girl" she smiled at her empty page. I sighed in relief, not too obviously and chuckled before properly introducing myself.

"Dean Winchester by the way" I started pulling the stuff out of my bag, deciding to actually take notes for once.

"Charlie Bradbury" she held out her hand, I shook it feeling the first proper possibility of a friendship blossoming for the first time since the first few minutes of meeting Castiel.

I didn't know how I did it but I had managed to get through the rest of the day without looking at Castiel or being near him. Of course I had looked at him when entering a room or when he entered but I never stared longingly or pined, well I never pined while staring anyhow.

I met my little brother at Baby and unlocked it then we wordlessly got in as I started the engine. As if synchronised with the roar of the engine Sammy opened his mouth, going into detail about every second of his first day, I listened to every word until we reached home. I pulled up and we headed inside Sammy going straight to the living room to spread out his work on the floor and neaten out his notes, getting a start on his homework as I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower before I'd have to make dinner.

I threw my layers haphazardly onto the small table in the bathroom before stepping into the shower and turning on the water, suppressing a yelp when the cold shot out over me. I closed my eyes as I felt the hot water wash away the stress of a new School, washing the facade I held around my peers and teachers, letting myself relax into the home me, Sammy's me. When I was finished washing I stepped out the shower and cringed when someone stuck to the heel of my wet left foot. I wiped it against the bath tub and saw black ink was now staining my foot. I held the towel round my waist and picked the paper up. It was the one I had used to talk to Castiel. I walked towards the bin ready to throw it away when I realised he had replied to my last message with a number.

I felt a sudden urge to sigh loudly and dramatically, I felt stupid and relieved all at the same time. Maybe he had put the note in my pocket or something? I tried to read the smudged ink but nether my message nor his response were elegable anymore. I cursed myself, I could only read two numbers of his obvious phone number and that was about as useful as a chocolate teapot. I groaned but sighed in relief when I realised this meant I could talk to him tomorrow, he didn't want me to go away like I had suspected. Though the wait would be a painful one and a guilt ridden one. I had seen him look over throughout the day from the corner of my eyes, he'd probably been wondering why I had been avoiding him and why I hadn't texting him yet.

I put my clothes in the hamper and headed to my room to leave the note on my bedside table for it to dry, getting changed then going back out to feed Sam and distract myself from Castiel Novak.

Third

Castiel sat attempting his homework, though he knew if Dean hadn't texted him yet he wasn't going to, he couldn't keep his eyes from wondering from his page every few minutes.

"Why do you keep staring at your phone like you're expecting it to move on its own?" he looked up at his sister Anna as she entered the dining room, her own homework in hand.

"Not sure" Castiel cleared his throat removing the phone from the table and fitting it into his front pocket. It was uncomfortable but at least it was out of sight and at least out of Anna's mind. She didn't take much notice of his obvious mood and kept her eyes cast down as she began scribbling into her book, though her handwriting was much like Castiel's so it could hardly be called 'scribbling'.

"What homework you doing?" she mumbled as she concentrated on whatever she was reading.

"Maths" Castiel replied, shoulder relaxing as he continued on with his work, his sister's presence a welcome distraction from his thoughts on a certain new boy that ignored him the entire day.