To every teenager struggling through life, school sucks. Especially highschool. They all hate getting up so early. They hate their teachers. They hate some of the other students. They hate the drama. The subjects. The lists goes on forever. But to a certain Dean Winchester, school was the best place to be. He loved getting up at the crack of dawn, to get dressed and cook breakfast for him and his little brother Sam. He loved walking to school every morning. He enjoyed going to all his different classes,and learning new things even though he wasn't very good in any of his classes. He loved eating at lunch with Sam, Jess (Sam's girlfriend), and Charlie (Dean's best friend). He loved listening to Sam talking about his day at school, as they walked home. But he especially loves the homework. Because that was the perfect excuse to hide in his room until the nest morning. It was a funny little routine, and it was a stupid reason to love school, but Dean didn't care. With an abusive drunk dad at home, and with no hope of a big successful future, school was the coolest thing in Dean Winchester's life.

Sure he was popular. Everyone at school loved him, wanted to be with him, talked to him. But that was no where near the reason he loved school so much. Actually it was one of the few things he didn't like about school. All the fakers. They just liked him because of his popularity. Not because of his personality, of who he really was. Which to be honest Dean didn't mind. If they wanted to be zombies, let them be zombies. And this is exactly what Dean was thinking as Sam and Jess left him in the school hallway to go to their first period class. Maybe if he had been smart enough to be paying attention to his surroundings he what happened next wouldn't of happened. By either way, the next thing Dean knew he was bumping into someone, making them both fall to the ground, and books scatter to the floor.

"Hey are you okay?" Dean asked instantly, more concerned about the person he had bumped into then anything else. The person he bumped into looked up at him, bright blue eyes shining a little and dark black hair looking rather messy, making Dean wonder if it was his own fault that the boys hair was messy. Or if that's just how he wears it. He also had big black glasses perched on his nose, and a long tan trench coat hung off of his body. The boy glanced at Dean and for a moment they just stared at each other. Then the boy nodded, signalling that he was okay.

"That's good," Dean said awkwardly, putting a hand to the back of his neck. "I'm Dean. Dean Winchester." Dean held out a hand to the boy, but the minute Dean said his names the boys eyes widened and scrambled away from Dean to grab his books. Dean awkwardly shifted his weight, and dropped his hands. Ignoring the awkward behavior, Dean stooped down to pick up one of the kids books. It was a large chapter book, it's cover a large picture of a man with fluffy black wings, and the authors name written near the bottom in shimmering gold letters. Chuck Shurley. Then above that was the name of the book, Free Will.

"This yours?" Dean asked looking away from the book and instead shifting his attention to the boy, who was now staring eagerly at the book in Dean's hands. The boy nodded once, and Dean handed him the book. Then in an instant, the boy was running off. "Weird.."

"Weird?" A voice asked from behind Dean. Charlie.

"Nothing," Dean replied casually, as he turned to look at his nerdy red headed friend, Charlie Bradbury. He met her for the first time Freshman year. When he first saw her he instantly began to flirt with her, that is until she blurted out that she was bi. Which made Dean slightly embarrassed, and Charlie laugh shyly. They were instant best friends, but to be honest Dean considered her more as a little sister then his best friend. Even if he was only a day older then her. He was still the big brother in this relationship. It counts.

"Uh Galifrey to Dean. You're going all frozen Han Solo on me," Charlie said, snapping in front of Dean's face, making Dean blink and return to the real world.

"Sorry Charlie. Just thinking," Dean replied, earning himself a questioning look, and he knew he was slightly out of it today. He just had this feeling that things were going to be really weird today.

"Well, as I was saying we are getting two new students, and as two of the four members on the welcoming committee we have to show them around," Charlie told Dean as the two walked into their first period classroom. Dean groaned. He really didn't like being on the welcoming committee, but Charlie had learned to forge his signature, and was really persuasive when she wanted to be.

"Do we have any names?" Dean asked, with a contempt sigh, putting his stuff on his desk, which was in the back of the classroom.

"Yeah, Sam and Jess are showing around this boy named.. Gabriel. We are showing around this other boy named..." Charlie trailed off, pulling out a yellow schedule and squinting at it. "Ca-Castiel? Yeah. Castiel." Dean sent her a quizzical look.

"Castiel?" She nodded. "Alright then," he breathed, allowing himself to fall into his thoughts as he got out his materials for first period. Castiel was an odd name, and Dean was not excited about showing the kid around. Most kids that Dean and Charlie showed around, were either stuck up, overly weird, or complete sluts. The only good thing about showing people around was staying at school a little longer afterwards, and getting to hangout with Charlie a bit more then normally.

"You are really out of it today aren't you?" Charlie joked, once again shattering Dean's thoughts. Dean just sent her a smile, because she was right. He was slightly out of it. His dad, John had spent last night beating the life out of Dean. Luckily Sam had been out with Jess, and didn't even know it had ever happened. But it had been considerably scarring for Dean. Which was a new sort of feeling for Dean, because he had been used to the pain of physical abuse for many long years. The scars were basically permanent, and he was basically immune to the pain. So the fact that he actually cried over everything last night was out of character.

"Welcome class," Mrs. Moseley, the twelveth grade English teacher announced, her voice bouncing off the walls in the room as she made her way to the front of the class. Dean had always liked Mrs. Moseley. She had this sort of eery air to hear that made her a little creepy to most students, but she also had this way of reading kids that Dean liked. No one misbehaved in her classroom, or tried to fool her and got away with it. She kept her students straight. She even kept Dean straight, and that made Dean respect her.

"Good morning, Mrs. Moseley," the entire class replied in monotone. Mrs. Moseley smiled, and then opened her mouth to go one when a boy stumbled into the classroom. He looked as if he had tripped as he opened the door, but he quickly composed himself, looking flustered as he clutched a book in his hands. The boy from earlier, in the hall.

"Awe. Mr. Novak. Welcome," Mrs. Moseley mused, smiling at him. That made him hold his book even tighter to his chest, shaking. He looked mortified. "It's okay, Castiel. You are in the correct class. Dean, Charlie. Please stand up for me." Dean and Charlie, shared a glance and then stood up. This was the new kid they were to show around. "They'll be taking you around the school. Now please sit over there, by Ms. Anna Milton." Dean watched as the boy, Castiel glanced around the room, until the girl Anna directed him her way. Then Castiel slowly walked that way, his head facing the ground as if it could hide him.

"Today's going to be fun," Charlie whispered, to Dean a wild look on her face, and judging by the already awkward air in the classroom, she was right.

Author's Note:

So, yeah. Here's the first chapter in this Destiel high school love story. I think it's off to a good start but my opinion doesn't exactly matter, it's your opinion that counts. I would totally love it if you left a review, good or bad I don't mind. I have ways to deal with mean reviews. But you really don't have too. So yeah. I hope you like this story! So far. I'm not done yet. Obviously.