You're An Amazing Artist

Chapter One

First day at a new school. Castiel sighs, reaching down to straighten his tie. He wishes Gabriel hadn't made him wear it. Breathing slowly to calm himself, he walks to his first class.

As he makes his way into the classroom, someone bumps into him, hard. His books tumble from his arms, hitting the floor with audible thuds.

"Hey!" Castiel says, dropping to his knees.

"Sorry man." The offender bends down, helping the smaller boy pick up is books.

"I-It's okay..." Castiel looks up at the other student, he almost gasps. The eyes that look back at him are a stunning shade of green, the hair short and light-brown. He gives Castiel a smile before standing and finding a seat.

The dark-haired boy stands for a moment, lost in a fantasy world in which only he and the green-eyed boy exist. The bell ringing snaps Castiel back to reality, he grabs the desk next to that boy. Lucky it was open.

The teacher walks in, a styrofoam cup in his hand. "I'm going to take role, please acknowledge it when I say your name."

Castiel tunes out until he hears his name. He utters a quick "here" and immediately zones out again.

"Dean Winchester?"

The boy next to Castiel raises his hand. "Here."

Castiel internally panics.

Dean Winchester. What an interesting name. Thinking fast, he writes it on the corner of his paper.

Why'd I do that? Castiel asks himself.

Ignoring it, he turns the page and doodles for the remainder of the class.

~*~

The end of the day. It was fairly boring, nothing really happened. Now, Castiel just wishes he could get his locker open. After a good ten minutes of struggling, Castiel finally manages to get the metal box open. Annoyed, he tosses his books in before groaning and organising them into a neat stack.

"Hey there."

Castiel looks up, hazel eyes and a mop of brown hair meet him.

"Hi." He goes back to stacking his books and binders.

"I'm Sam." Says Hazel Eyes.

"Castiel Novak." He huffs as he grabs his history binder.

"Need some help?" Sam asks.

"No... I'm fine." Castiel pulls the book out, causing his nice neat stack to collapse. "Shit."

"Let me help," Sam says, picking up one of the books from the floor. "'Advanced Calculus', huh?"

"Yeah," Castiel loosens his tie. "I've always been good at that sort of thing."

They crouch by the locker in silence, stacking books and sorting papers, gathering pencils and pens, until they have something resembling order.

"Thanks for your help," Castiel says. "I guess I did need it after all."

Sam offers a large smile. "Not a problem. Glad I could help." He pauses, searching for a topic of conversation. "How old are you?"

"Sixteen. You?"

"Thirteen."

Castiel raises an eyebrow.

"I skipped a grade, that's why I'm a freshman."

"Oh okay. You must be pretty smart then."

Sam looks away. "Thanks."

The two boys continue to talk. They talk about people in the school they've met, the teachers they hate. Sam gives Castiel a rundown of all the nice students and teachers. Who to ask for help, who to avoid like the plague. Eventually, they get on the subject of other kids they like.

"I kinda like that girl, Jessica. She's older than me, but you know."

"Yeah."

"What about you?" Sam asks.

"Jeez... I don't know," Castiel says, mind immediately going to Dean Winchester. "I don't think there's anyone yet."

"I get it."

They walk to the door in silence, each aware of the other's presence. Castiel stops as they step outside.

"I have to go. It's been fun."

"Totally. I'll see you tomorrow." Sam hugs the other boy.

"See you around." Castiel smiles, returning the hug.

"Hey Sammy, come help me in here." Calls a voice from inside the school.

"Gotta go," Sam calls. "See ya." He waves as he runs down the hall.

Castiel smiles as he walks home, glad he's made a friend. Vaguely he wonders if that Dean Winchester kid would like him. Probably not. He sighs, oh well.