Lost (Destiel High School AU)

Chapter 3

The next day, Dean decided to go to school. He woke Sam up, made breakfast and they went to school. As he dropped Sam off at his school, he saw Sam walking to some people and say hey. The fact that Sam had friends already made him both happy and sad at the same time. He was happy Sam was still able to make friends that quick but he also knew Sam had to say goodbye again in a few weeks. He sighed and drove off to his own school, a boring looking grey building.

After he parked the Impala and made sure no one could hurt her, he walked inside. He saw all the people going to their classes and realized he should have brought a bag, but unfortunately, the only bag he had was the one his clothes were in and he didn't know where to put his clothes elsewhere since he had told Sam he could use the closet.

He walked to a room that looked like the principal's office and knocked. A woman walked to the door and opened it for him. "Oh you must be the new guy, Dean Wince... Win..?" she said as she tried to get his name right.

"Winchester, Miss." He corrected her. "And yea that's me. We arrived here yesterday."

She looked at him. "Yesterday? Then why weren't you at school yesterday?" Dean sighed again, it was always the same.

"Why weren't you at school? Why did you skip that class? Why didn't you make your homework?" he was so tired of the same questions everywhere he went, and the fact that he couldn't explain what was happening at home didn't make it any better.

"I was searching for a job Miss," he explained. She nodded before she told him she expected him to be at school from now, and all the other things they always said.

Dean drifted off and thought about it. He shouldn't have come at all, just work every day and save some money so maybe one day he would finally have enough to get Sammy and leave their dad. But that wouldn't be happening any time soon, so here he was, sitting in this stupid office, with this stupid woman who thought she could order him to go to school. No one besides his dad ordered him.

"Will Castiel Novak please come to the principal's office? I repeat, will Castiel Novak please come to the principal's office?"

Castiel sat up as soon as he heard his name. The principal's office? He had done nothing wrong, did he? He packed his stuff and followed by the looks of his classmates, he walked out of the classroom. He thought about the things he had done past week, and as far as he knew he hadn't been drunk or high or skipped any classes. It wasn't something he usually did so he wondered what was wrong.

As he attended the principal's office, still confused he saw someone standing there and without even thinking about it, he knew it was Dean Winchester. Dark brown boots, jeans, well fitting plain black shirt, a flannel and a brown, and a leather jacket that looked like it had been worn for years. But that wasn't the only thing. Dean had dark brown hair that was standing a bit, and Castiel wanted to pull his hand through it.

As he came closer he noticed maybe the best part about Dean: his eyes. Dean's eyes were green, but not the shade of green you saw by some people on the street. No, this green was a bright, beautiful and staring-right-through-your-soul-green. It was impossible to look away from.

"Castiel, this is Dean Winchester, you were supposed to show him around yesterday but he didn't show up." Dean got a glare but he didn't seem to notice it.

"Would you like to do it today? Castiel?" Castiel snapped out of his trance and blushed a bit.

"I'm sorry Miss, I will do it today," he said, looking at the ground.

Dean hadn't known what to expect of this Castiel guy who was supposed to show him around, but it was anything he would never expect. When he sat there, the woman, he hadn't even asked her name, told him Castiel was coming. Before he could even thing about the weird name, he looked out of the window and held his breath.

The guy was wearing the usual clothes, jeans and shirt, but there was something else. He wore a slightly too big trench coat, and usually trench coats didn't look good on people but it did on Castiel. And the hair.. damn. His hair looked like he had just stepped right out of his bed. Castiel walked closer, and Dean noticed his eyes, big, bright and blue as the ocean on a sunny day.

He didn't listen to the woman, introducing him, but kept staring. Castiel did the same, but then realized he was staring and quickly looked at the ground, blushing a bit. Dean would never admit it in public, but the blush made Castiel really cute.

They walked away from the office and there was a silence for a few minutes when Castiel had the guts to talk to Dean. "How about we just go to the classroom and I'll just kinda show you around during the whole day?"

Dean nodded but said nothing. Castiel felt a bit sad and didn't talk any more till they walked into the classroom.

"Ah, I see you brought the new guy in. good to see you had no trouble with the principal, Castiel."

The teacher turned to Dean. "You must be Dean, hello and welcome. I'm Mr. Crowley and I teach Math. Now, introduce yourself and then you can sit next to Castiel."

Shit, Castiel thought. Why next to me? Why? There are plenty of empty seats here. But he didn't show anything and went to his seat with a blank face.

"Well as you heard Mr. Crowley say, I'm Dean, and there is no use in getting to know me because I will probably be leaving in a few weeks again," Dean said and walked to his seat next to Castiel. Castiel handed him the book, and Dean just looked at it before giving it back.

"I don't need to know this" he explained. Castiel took the book but let it slip, which caused both Castiel and Dean to grab the book before it fell. They felt their hands slightly brush against each other before Dean pulled away and Castiel quickly placed the book on his table.

Deans hand had felt rough, but also soft. Castiel knew he was screwed. He knew he would long to feel that touch again, but he also knew it would never happen again. He sighed and tried to think about the book he was currently reading to get his mind off Dean.

"Cas? Are you there? Hello?" He looked up and saw Dean, waving his hand in front of Castiel's face. "Hey, you were pretty far away, I guess. You didn't even hear the bell ring," Dean said, staring at Castiel.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I will just.." Castiel started to get his books into his bags but suddenly stopped.

"Wait, what did you call me?" Dean blushed and said sorry.

"I'm used to shorten people's names, but I will just call you Castiel."

Castiel shook his head. "No I actually like it, it's just.. nobody has came up with that one yet. But you can call me Cas, if you want to" he explained.

"Cassie!! I'm so glad to see you I need you to check out tha- oohhhhh are you Dean? The guy that was supposed to come yesterday and let my poor Cassie wait for you?"

"Charlie, please, calm down," but it still made Castiel smile. He was happy to see Charlie.

"Yes, this is Dean. Dean, this is Charlie, my best friend." He saw Dean look at Charlie and smile. It made him a bit jealous, but he couldn't figure out why.

"No need to check me out, I don't swing that way." Charlie told Dean and he immediately turned red.

"I wasn't.. I.." he stumbled but Charlie just laughed.

"I was kidding, but it's still true. Come on, I see a free table over there!" She grabbed both Castiel and Dean's arms and walked over to the table.

As they ate lunch, Dean started to get used to Charlie's behavior, on which she complemented him. "Most people need a few days before they can hang out with me without looking weird all the time. You and Cassie are the only ones who got used to me that quickly," she explained, laughing.

Dean just nodded and kept eating his lunch. He liked Charlie, she was a nice girl, and the way she and Cas acted around each other was really nice. He saw she cared for him, which is probably why she gave him that weird nickname. He also liked Cas, there was just something about him that he couldn't let go. But he had to. He had learned from past mistakes of being friends, and didn't want to say goodbye any more.

He decided to just deal with it and staying with Cas and Charlie, maybe those 2 could make his time here a bit better before he had to leave. The only thing he needed to do was not to get too close with any of them.