Bunny~ A Destiel AU

The New Kid

Deans POV

Dean sighed, leaning back in his chair when the teachers voice rings through the murmuring of homeroom. '

"Sudents! We have a new student! Please intorudouce yourself, Mr.Novak." Dean looked up. Holy shit. That boy was perfect. Black hair spiked up in all the wrong places, but some how, he made it work. He had beautiful eyes. No wonder the sky was so grey today.. All the blue is in his eyes... Dean thought to himself. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, a navy blue tie ( which happened to be flipped so the back was showing ), and black dress pants and shoes.

"My name, is Castiel Novak. I recently moved here because of my Fathers promotion at work." His voice had a gravely undertone, and he looked like he was about to stab someone.

"Good! Why don't you take a seat next to Mr. Winchester in the back row?" The teacher pointed happily at him. Dean growned, sitting up striaght as Cas sat next to him. He winked, and leaned over in his direction.

"Hey. The names Dean. Dean Winchester." He smirked, but Castiel didnt look up. He was busy pulling papers and a pencil from his messagner bag. Dean laughed and looked at the ground. "I don't think you-"

"I heard you perfectly. I do not want anything to do with a dirty greaser." He said matter of factly, basically spitting the last word out. Dean pulled away, shocked.

"Well I didn't want to burst your bubble anyway." He mumbled, looking over at his friend Benny, who was sniggering a few rows ahead of him. He glared at him, slding his finger across his throat. Benny quickly looked away. The bell soon rang, and Dean got up and walked to Benny, who was waiting faithfully by the door.

"Well that was just pathetic." He laughed in his strange southren accent. Benny was from Lousina, and it made one wonder, why the hell was he in Pennslyvania? Dean looked back at the new kid, who was busy stuffing the papers back.

"Why the hell would he get out papers if he knew homeroom would be over? I mean, he should have a schedule." Dean muttered, weaving through the crowded halls of the highschool.

"Hi Dean!" A cheery voice rang out behind them. It was Sam, and someone else who was bouncing along with him.

"Sammy. Whats going on?" Dean said, fist bumping Sam.

"Whose the new kid?" Benny growled behind him, referring to the shorter, boy who was next to him. He hade honey colored hair, lazily flopped over to one side of his face. Benny did not take kindly to new people.

"This is Gabriel Novak! He's new." Sam said, grinning at Gabriel.

"My brother is in your class. 'Bout ye heigh." Gabriel said causally, putting his hand about at Deans shoulder. Then, pulling out a sucker and stuffing it into his mouth.

"I know.. What a jerk." Dean growled, glaring at Gabe. "I have to go to class. See ya later Sammy." Dean turned on his heels, walking to his next class, which was English. He sauntered into the room, Benny following at his heels. The twacher, who was an uptight old man glared at both of them as they entered. Deans face light up as he saw Jo, sitting in her seat. Jo was chewing on gum and didn't bother to spit it out. She was like a little sister to Dean and Sam. She was a badass. Long blonde hair, black tank top and a black leather jacket.

"Dean!" She smiled as Dean sat down next to her pulling out a ciggerte out of her pocket, passing it to him under his desk. "Tell Benny I send my regrets about losing our bet." She smiled, pulling out a twenty dollar bill. Dean smirked

"Jo, you are awesome."

"I know." She smiled sweetly. "Are we meeting at Babys after school? I need to show Bobby my loot. Tonight, Coke is on me." She almost yelled, slamming her fist on the old desk. The teacher galred at her, causing her to shirnk in her seat.

"Today, we will be learning about-" Before he could finish, Castiel practically trew the door off its hinhges as he came in.

"Is this Zachariah's class?" He asked, ignoring the stares he was getting.

"Yes. What are you doing late to my class?" Zacharaih screamed in Castiesl face, spitting all over him which got some giggles from the greasers in the back of the room. Castiel wiped the spit from his face with one hand, flicking it onto Zacariahs spotless shoes.

"I was late because I had things to do old man. Like you do not. Your stuck teaching a bunch of greasers and stupid blondies in poodle skirts who fry their brains on alchohol as soon as they get home." Castiel spat, whisking past him and sitting in the very back. "What are you waiting for? Start this class old man." He put his feet up on the desk in front of him. Crowley, a friend of Deans clenched his fists, biting down hard on the toothpick in between his teeth. He glared at Dean and mouthed Bloody soc. I'll rip his throat out. He thinks he owns the place. I'm putting him in his place. Dean sighed and looked back at Castiel. He closed his eyes and tuned out the teacher siltenyl humming Thunderstruck, an AC/Dc song.

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Jo shook Deans shoulders, trying to wake him up.

"Damnit Dean! Get your lazy ass up.'" She growled, pushing him up. Dean sat up, rubbing his eyes. He glanced at the clock, finally. Lunch.