365 days of Cas [Destiel Highschool AU] - In the middle of Editing

Day 2

Luckily, by the time Dean's alarm sounded at seven o'clock in the morning, he had gotten over the hangover from the stupid New Years party the night before. Now, it was time for something he had been dreading even more; School.
It wasn't even as if he hated the lessons. He didn't. It was more rather the fact that there were other people in the lessons with him and each year, to his classmates, Dean made this fact very clear. Many just believed he was a weird loner kid who hated everybody because he was an 'emo' and thought that no one 'understood' him. Of all the people who thought this of course, not many had the balls to say it to his face. Those who did? Well, they never sought to bother him again. It wasn't even as if Dean was inherently violent, he had good reason to keep people away. It was just that a lot of the time those people just didn't seem to get it.
There were many different rumours about Dean spreading around the last Semester, only a few coming even close to the real truth. Those ones, of course, came from the schools own gossip girl; Lisa Braeden. But Lisa was a nice girl. She wasn't the problem.

Dean sighed, brought out of his own thoughts by the incessant beeping of his alarm which stopped only when he threw it angrily across his room. The stupid thing was broken anyway, he thought grumpily.
Sam, his younger brother, was already sat at the small dinner table by the time Dean managed to get up and drag himself, along with his school bag, down the creaking staircase and into the kitchen. He was eating a bowl of soggy cornflakes, large brown eyes (at least they looked brown in this particular lighting) stuck together with sleep.

"Morning sport!" Dean called out cheerily, forcing a smile as he scoured the cupboards and fridge for a carton of milk. Sam hummed his ascent, mouth still full of cereal and milk, trying to sweep his brown, floppy hair out of his eyes. Finally swallowing the huge mouthful of cornflakes, he looked up at Dean.

"The packet's over here..." He said, pointing to the box of cereal right in front of him.

Dean smiled sarcastically. "Yeah, thanks Sammy, I noticed. I was looking for the milk."

Sam froze, looking down at his bowl full of milk. "Er... None left Dean. Oops, Sorry."

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Dean walked into the school with his bag slung on his back, head down, stomach grumbling and little hope for the year ahead. He heard the cheerful chatter of groups of friends in the school yard and he glared sullenly at the ground as he walked. That was some thing he could never have.
Suddenly someone's yellow and black converse sneakers came into his field of view. Dean looked up quickly to avoid the person they belonged to. He dodged to the right. Unfortunately so did the other boy.
Smack.
The two collided spectacularly and Dean almost knocked the other to the ground. The other boy gasped, gripping his shoulder and causing him to drop the notebook he had clutched in his hand. Pages spilled out and the boy quickly scrambled to collect them before they blew away.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. I-sorry."

Dean froze, eyes wide. He made a few sounds in his throat, trying to make out comprehensible words, swore and made as if to walk on.
He had literally no idea what else to do, but when Dean noticed the boy looking around with a panicked expression, watching a few pages fly off as he massaged his shoulder, obviously in pain, he softened.
Dean quickly reached up and caught the escaped pages in his hands and bent down next to the boy. He mumbled out an apology and thrust the pages into his hand, smiling slightly at the delighted expression on the boy's face.

"Thanks..." He said, almost breathlessly, his bright blue eyes staring right into Dean's own. Dean blushed, embarrassed.

"I'm the one who bumped into you, you shouldn't be thanking me..." He said awkwardly. The boy blushed cutely, stood up and shuffled his feet nervously.