Last Hope

High School

Dean's POV

High School sucks. It truly, truly sucks. There is no other gay guy in the whole school. Or, at least that I know of. I'm not openly gay, but if someone asks, I'll tell them. I'm not just gonna come out and be like 'LOOK AT ME I'M A FRIGGIN RAINBOW! WANNA HAVE SEX?' If I were like that, I would have been dead years ago. No one is gay in the 60's. No one. Or at least that's a little open about it.

It kinda sucks but it kind of doesn't. I mean, you can state at guys asses without feeling guilty. However, you have no one to hold and love.

There's this really sexy guy in my science class, though. He's so formal and sophisticated that I can't even talk to him. Castiel is the kind of guy where you never wonder if he's smarter then you, because you know he is. I'd really love to talk to him once in a while.

I just have to make it through one more day of this though. Of this shit of a school. No more Crowley, no more bullshit teachers, and no more waking up early.

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I got to school about 5 minutes before first period, seeing as how I WALKED to school. My first hour was PE, then history, then science. My favorite hour of the day. I get to see Castiel for one last time. I have to talk to him today. This is it. My last try.

The first period bell rang and I hurried to my last day of PE. Thank God. I hate PE. I like working out and hard work, but the people in here suck.

"Hey Dean, how's your Daddy treating you? Let me guess, awful," this SOB named Crowley said to me in the locker room. Ever since one day he saw my Dad beating me, he hasn't let it go.

"Just swell Crowley, thanks," I retorted. I didn't wanna piss him off, so I sounded as sincere as I could.

I couldn't wait to knock that son of a bitch back in to Hell where he came from. He's just as bad as a demon.

Castiel's POV

I hate walking. My Dad took away my car last night because he thought it would be a good idea for me to walk to school on my last day. Yeah right. I really think it's because I told him I was gay last night. He didn't take it very well, he just went to bed. My mom doesn't know, but that's because she's dead. I like to think that she watches over me though, like an angel. Anyway, I got to school right after first period started. My first period is math with this teacher with the dullest of senses, so she didn't even notice I walked in late. I can't wait until science, however. Not only is it my favorite subject, but there is an outstanding looking guy in my class. Dean Winchester. Green eyes, brown hair, and the hottest looking brown leather jacket. He looks at people with the deepest passion in his eyes. I envy that. My whole life I have been handed anything and everything I desire. Like I can't do anything myself. I appreciate it and all, I just don't want to be spoiled for once. And here I am complaining that I had to walk to school.

"Castiel?" My teacher asked attempting to get my attention.

"Yes?" I replied a little embarrassed.

"Do you know the answer to this question?" She said pointing to the dull chalkboard.

"The answer is..."