Who Took The Shard

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Dean was what most people would call a jock and even more a douchebag . He went to parties , he drank , he had sex almost weekly , and he's only seventeen. He had a reputation that made girls want him and their father's want to kill him. You'd think he'd be happy.

He was so far from happy it almost physically hurt. He didn't want that life , it just kind of fell into his lap. He wasn't inconsiderate or mean , not really . He was a good person . A brother who more or less raised his little brother until their uncle took them . He used to do good in school and he knew more about cars than he knew about himself, but that all simply faded away into his past.

It was about two in the afteroon when Dean had walked through school. He needed a brake from class and he justed wanted to take a few quiet moment's to let the information he learned on balancing chemical equations sink in .

His eye's were looking at the scuffed purple and white tiles of the school as he walked. He didn't think he'd really run into anyone this late during the school day. But he did.

It was a collision of his and someone else's shoulder that made him jerk his head up . He was about to make a comment about it , keep his reputation up , but the words died in his mouth.

"I-I'm sorry." a dark haired , blue eyed boy had said with a much , much deeper voice than what Dean had expected. It actually almost startled him.

The guy was wearing black jeans and dark blue button up that fit him perfectly . His skin was slightly pale but everybody's is in Seattle seeing as it never stops raining , therefore the sun is rarely out . His dark hair was simply just-

"It's ,uh , it's cool. " Dean say's softly as he shoves his hands in his pockets . He's never seen this guy before and Dean has seen almost everybody that attends this school .

The stranger just gives a very small and very brief smile before he glances down at the piece of wrinkled paper in his hand that isn't holding his backpack. His brows furrowed .

"You need help?" Dean asks , which is far from normal because he isn't known to help people that aren't in his group , nonetheless help some new kid . Maybe he's changed man today.

The guy looks up from his paper , and Jesus Chirst , Dean didn't realize how blue the guy's were till now. "Mrs. Overbay Chemistry . Room ," he glances back down for a brief moment before loking up ,"222 ."

Dean hasn't felt the spark ignite inside of some quickly in months . "I am actually in there right now. Well , not right now, but like that's my class now ." Dean babbles , and Dean Winchester would never do such a thing because Dean Winchester doesn't get nervous.

Dean takes a breath ,"I'm Dean by the way."

Castiel shoves the paper into his pocket and adjusts the wide strap of his backpack ,"Castiel." he says barely above a whisper.

Dean's eyebrows arch ,"I like it."

Castiel's nervous blue eyes look at Dean as if he didn't believe anything that left Dean's mouth.

It may or may not be a secret that Dean is bisexual . Well , he's only really had a crush on one guy and it didn't go anywhere but he figures if he had a crush on one guy it could easily happen again.

It's happening again.

"It's really ," he stumbles for words ,"unique." Dean says with a nod of his head ,"so do you want me to walk you to class or ,"

"I would apreciate that very much Dean."

For some reason , far beyond Dean's comperhension , he feels his heart beat faster and his skin tingle. He doesn't understand why , he literally just met Castiel . That's all he knows about the guy too , his name .