I May be Dating your Boyfriend's Brother

Chapter 1

((Sammy’s POV))

Dean and I fumble out of the car, searching for the entrance of the school. Which just happens to be on the opposite side of where we parked. “Shit.” I hear Dean mumble under his breath, scuffing his boot into the dirt. We travel into the school, checking our schedules to discover where we head for first period. Well, technically homeroom but whatever. Dean is a Senior and in turn makes me a stupid Sophomore.

I walk into my homeroom, automatically gre greeted by laughs + a very happy looking male.

“Hi! I’m Gabriel. And you’re new.” He, Gabriel, says cheerfully.

Chuckling, I reply, “Yes, hello. I’m Samuel. But uh yeah call me Sam.” I manage to stutter out. ‘Man, this dude is gorgeous.’ I assume I said in my brain, but when I move my gaze to the guy standing in front of me, his cheeks are stained pink. “Shit, I spoke out loud didn’t I?” Gabriel giggles. Fucking giggles, “Yeah, I’d say ya did.” he replies cheekily.

Groaning, I apologize. Gabriel waves it off and grabs my hand, yanking me to the chair next to him. Before turning to his work, Gabriel says “And I find you quiet the looker, if it helps the situation any.” he winks and turns toward the teacher. I silently groan. ((Dean’s POV))

I stroll into homeroom, crashing straight into a guy a tad bit shorter than me. He stumbles backward, looking at me through these piercing blue eyes. ‘So blue they put the ocean to shame’, I think to myself.

“S-sorry.” the Raven haired guy stutters out, blushing furiously.

“Oh hell, it’s my fault. I should probably stop running into people. Especially if they’re cute.” ‘Shit, did i just say that?’ Now blush rushes into my cheeks, causing Blue Eyes to chuckle softly.

“I’m Castiel,” he pauses for a second “I am named after an angel, the angel of Thursday. My mother has thing for them, angels I-I mean.”

I smile at him,

“I’m Dean. Not named after an angel but my grandmother.” I laugh lowly, mindlessly fixing his glasses on his face. Fire surges through my fingertips as they brush against his skin. Castiel seems to notices this feeling too and turns his gaze to the floor.

“Um, where are you sitting? I am not sure where to sit.” I ask as my eyes travel around the room. I spot typical jocks, with cheerleaders and their too short skirts. One particular red-headed girl smiles sweetly at me, apart from all the other girls with their seductive smiles. “I sit in the back, by m-myself.” Castiel’s sweet, honey like voice pulling me out of my thoughts ‘Damn, his stutter is cute as hell.’ “Okay, lead the way, handsome.”

‘Get it together, Dean.’  Scolding myself, I follow Castiel to the back of the room.