Behind Blue Eyes

Chapter 1

January 3rd, 1989

7:53 am

Dean looked at the school schedule he had in his hand. The black and white piece of paper had no description on how to get to his classes. As Dean searched for his classes, he only bothered to look up from his schedule when it was only absolutely necessary; to look at classroom numbers and to prevent himself from tripping over another student.

He sighed in frustration at how he couldn't find his first class. "Does anyone know where room 104 is?!" he called out, angrily. No one replied, so he decided to give up for the time being; he scanned his schedule and found his locker number. "Well, that's gotta be easier than finding this damned classroom," he muttered, turning around and finding lockers with similar numbers. He looked at the numbers carefully until he found his own. He started to turn the combination meter until he realized that there wasn't really anything he had to put in it, so he decided to try and find that dreaded classroom once again.

Dean turned over his right shoulder and headed down the one hallway he hadn't gone down earlier, walking through the huge crowds of students. He looked up from his steps to realize he had finally found room 104. He let out a sigh of relief as he walked into the classroom. He sat in the back, where he typically sat, and looked around at the few kids that were also in the classroom. He cleared his throat then noticed that the few students surrounding him had notebooks on their desk, so he grabbed one of his own and placed it on his desk. It made sense, though, since it was math class. He tapped his fingers against his notebook and hummed Master of Puppets by Metallica while he waited for the class to begin. The bell rang a few minutes later and the rest of the students scrambled to get to their seats.

"Good morning, class. I hope you all had an amazing break!" the tall, blonde woman started, who Dean assumed to be the teacher. She had an annoying voice and was way too excited to be at school at 8 o'clock in the morning. After she only got mutters in response, she cleared her throat slightly. Before she could continue, Dean piped in.

"Well, clearly, sweetheart, everyone had a great break and I'm sure no one wants to talk about the fact that they're back at school after having a good time, so can we just move on with the lesson?" he asked, tapping a pencil against the desk quietly. The students shifted their gaze to stare at Dean, most of their eyes wide with disbelief. He chuckled quietly at everyone's reactions. However, there was one student who didn't take the time to gawk at him. The boy had jet black hair and stunning blue eyes and he was pretty tall as well. Dean couldn't help but stare for a second; he quickly snapped out of the trance he was in and faced the teacher, whose jaw dropped at his comment.

"Well," she squeaked, clearing her throat before continuing on. "We can move on after you introduce yourself, since you already have everyone's attention," she said, slight anger laced in her voice.

Dean just smirked at her response and looked around slightly "I'm Dean Winchester and obviously, I just transferred here," he said, scanning the room until he caught sight of the student with the striking blue eyes. He promptly looked away from him and directed his attention back to the teacher. "That's all," he stated, matter of factly.

"Very well," the teacher said, walking over to the board. She started to teach the lesson and Dean sighed. He hadn't gotten very far in his old school and this lesson was way more complicated than anything he had to do there. The curriculum sucked at the other school, and while he was grateful for a good curriculum at this one, he was also very confused about the teaching. He tried to take notes, but once he finally understood a small section, the class had already moved on. After what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang and Dean quickly collected his things, taking some time to focus his gaze on the blue-eyed boy as he headed for the door. However, he became a little too distracted and his shoulder grazed the wall, stopping him in his tracks. He blushed from embarrassment and turned, hoping that no one noticed. He realized that only one person was looking at him, but unfortunately, it was the boy that attracted his attention in the first place.