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I'm not gay. Coming on strong but, I didn't get why everyone thought I was. Sure I never dated a girl before, but I love chicks. Slept with them quite frequently too. So how could I possibly even like guys? Not that there's anything wrong with it, of course there isn't. Just not my thing. Hell, my baby brother is bisexual or whatever and has a boyfriend but that doesn't mean I want one. But I'm okay with it, is what I'm getting at.

When I woke up, something immediately felt different. Not like a "wow I have new bedsheets" or "I bought a new cologne yesterday so my room smells off" different, but the world felt different. Like something had happened. Something big. I immediately felt stupid at that, feeling insane as I stood up, stretching my arms up as I do so. "Boys, you better get off to school!" I hear my Dad yell and I knew he was talking to me. Sammy was probably already up and ready, freshly showered and eating breakfast. He always is. Show off.

I hurriedly changed, not wanting to miss the bus. Again. As I was sliding my flannel on, I noticed a moving truck outside, parked in the driveway across the street. Someone's moving in? Maybe they'll throw some sick ass parties. Haven't been to one of those in a minute. If it's some middle aged boring family though, not cool. I put my boots on and head downstairs and surely enough, Sam was sat, finishing off his breakfast.

"Wow, and with 6 minutes to spare, record timing." Sam says sarcastically, a small smirk on his face. "Oh you shut up." I say while ruffling his hair and he glares at me and fixes it as I turn to Dad. "I made you waffles, Dean." He says and I nod, distracted. "Yeah, uh do you know who moved across the street?" I ask and he shrugged. "I only saw a kid who looked around your age. Doubt he got a whole house himself though." He says and I raise my eyebrows and nod. "Okay let's go or we'll be late." Sam says and I smirk. "So you and Gabey can make out and be all snuggie wuggie." I mock and he death stares me before digging his elbow into my side. "Have a good day boys!" Dad yells as we rush out the door.

When we got to the bus stop, I noticed a new face. He looked confused. That's the first thing I noticed. Suddenly his eyes locked with mine and I felt a feeling in my chest I never felt before and I swore I was having a heart attack. Who the fuck is this kid?! I quickly look away and Sam titled his head confused. "Guess that's the kid who moved across from us?" Sam says and I shrug. "Dunno." I say softly but deep down I kinda hoped it was and I didn't know why.

"The bus is late what the fuck man." A girl says while looking around and she was right. "The driver is two roads away, I can sense him. He'll arrive shortly." The new kid says and holy shit his voice is deep. "Okay weirdo." She replies and he tilts his head at her, his eyebrows furrowing. "What you really expect me to believe that? C'mon." she laughs and I felt bad for him. Usually I didn't care if people got picked on but the look on his face, the confusion. It all just made it seem like he genuinely didn't understand and that felt wrong.

"Cut the kid a break, he's new." I say and she turns to me. "C'mon Winchester you're joking right? Hit your head?" She asks and I sigh. "He'll turn the street in 5 seconds." The kid says and surely enough, 5 seconds on the dot the bus came into view. "How.." I start but I didn't finish my sentence as the bus pulled up and people started rushing to get on to get to their seats. I sat in the back like always and the new kid followed me, and sat right across from me.

"How are you doing today Dean?" He asks and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I never told him my name. I slowly turn in my seat to face him and he looked like he was waiting for an answer. "How do you know my name?" I ask, my voice strained. What if he's a monster? Dad promised.. he promised that none of this should follow us anymore. He said he sorted everything. "I can't tell you but you can trust me. I'm Castiel." He says and I tilt my head at him. "That sounds made up." I say and he looked genuinely offended.

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