Heya, i found this on my computer thought i might as well put it up.

basically i heard the song you think your cooler than me and i picture castiel strolling down a school corridor with everyone looking so viola chapter one lol xx

please enjoy XD

Dean sighed as he carefully parked his car and stared up, unimpressed at yet another high school. His younger brother Sam said his goodbyes before bravely trotting of towards the schools entrance, insisting he is 'too old to walk in with his older brother.' Dean watched Sam go until he could no longer see his mop of brown hair bounce along as he walked.

He didn't want to do this, he hated first days put simply they sucked, really sucked. Dean's had enough of them to last him a life time. They were always the same, awkward introductions, people staring, sussing you out and judging you. He didn't like being singled out and he was going to walk into a building filled to the brim with the town's teenagers and they all would be doing just that! After another irritated sigh he killed the engine and consequently the radio and begrudgingly pulled himself out of his car, his baby.

Dean instantly lost the safe comforting feeling he got when he was inside her and his anxiety started to creep in. with a few deep breaths he started to walk to the door, a horrible nouring feeling in the pit of his stomach and the feeling he was about to be sick were rippling throughout his body. Surly he should be used to new schools by now, unfortunately it never gets old.

He walked down the corridor the desk in sight. He watched as Sam thanked the lady there and left holding various papers. Sam spotted Dean; he must have looked off colour because his little brother approached him.

"Dean, it's going to be okay. It's just the same old routine. No need to get worked up. You've done this hundreds of times before. You can do it." Dean knew Sam was just trying to be supportive, but he couldn't help but feel patronised. Of course that wasn't Sam's intention far from it, but Dean knew he would be okay, that he could and has done this before. Try telling his body that! But he smiled to his brother and thanked him before they parted ways again.

Dean then continued his walk to the desk in front of him. Dean has been to enough of schools to know that high school pupils are a little like horses, they smell fear. So even if you are terrified, put on a front walk with your head high and fake it, Dean was good at that.

The young man introduced himself to the schools receptionist telling her he's new and she introduced herself as Amy. She was middle aged, ginger hair and thick black plastic rimmed rectangle glasses. He didn't take his eyes of her face so didn't see what she was wearing. He didn't like to look new people in the eye, actually found it hard to look anyone aside from his family in the eye, so kept his gaze on her rose earrings. For a moment Amy stared at the boy unsure of him, he refused to make eye contact but she assumed he was just nervous. Though she failed to see why, she shouldn't have thought it about a student but she could tell he was attractive, should fit right in. Before she smiled and introduced him to the school.

Amy handed Dean the necessary papers, which included a list of school rules and policies, a map of the school, his time table and locker information. As soon as Dean got the papers he thanked the women and shuffled off to find his locker.

It didn't take too long and found his locker down the first corridor of the school- the one he just walked down. He opened it and instantly repulsed backwards at the stench, a half eaten sandwich was in there, there was so much mould on the thing Dean was surprised it wasn't crawling around. He tore a piece of paper out his note pad and picked the thing up with that and tossed it in the bin at the end of his row of lockers, which lucky for him meant three lockers to the right. That smell wasn't going away anytime soon Dean thought and refused to put anything of his in there.

Dean shut his locker and, just like those horror movies when a being suddenly appears out of now where, well a small weedy looking boy stood behind this locker door. Which made Dean jump, he felt as it his tongue swelled to the size of his mouth and hands tingled and he felt sick. Yeah he could tell already that this school going to be the death of him. He threw the boy a glare; he was standing there smiling, until the glare of course when the boy started to feel a little intimidated.

"Sorry if I scared you Dean." The boy stepped back a little "I'm Chuck, I was appointed to welcome you to the school and help you out until you get the hang of the school." Dean rolled his eyes; this Chuck isn't the first overly friendly welcoming party he's had on his many first days.

"Yeah, they usually do." He said arms crossed leaning against the lockers. Silence fall between them for a minute, Dean looked at the boy called 'Chuck' he was wearing a 'I want to believe' t-shirt on, a slogan Dean recognised from the x-files, not that he will admit to watching that show, nay loving that show. Chuck's trainers were dirty and his jeans were old, ripped and faded. Dean couldn't tell if they were meant to be that way are if they really were just old ripped and faded.

"How do you like the school so far?" Chuck asked trying hard to make convocation.

"It's just like any other school. I've seen it all before." Dean shrugged and looked ahead of him again. There was a silence between them and Chuck looked to his feet and Dean didn't really know why he hadn't left yet. "Look Chuck right?" the boy nodded "This is my 12th new high school. I think I know how things work." Chuck nodded, he was trying to be nice but this Dean kid was being very rude, he didn't like it but he knew he shouldn't do anything, first days are hard. And Chuck doubted it got easier, in fact he guessed it got harder.

"I'm just trying to be helpful and welcoming. I know how daunting first days can be."

"Yeah well it's hardly something you can avoid." Dean was looked ahead of him, but chanced a look to the shorter boy he looked nervous and Dean had done that, he was just being nice. Suddenly Dean felt really mean, he's a lot of things but he would never allow himself to be mean. "I'm, I'm sorry Chuck. I'm being rude. It's good to meet you." He told Chuck who seemed to perk up and he accepted Dean's hand and they shook.

"You too, think nothing of it." Chuck said with a smile, Dean was looking at Chuck's hair to avoid his eyes; his hair was short, dirty blonde and very messy. Dean saw the smile and returned the favour.

"So does anything exciting happen here?"

"Well not for me, but the Novak's party are said to be things of legend." Chuck said, though he had never actually been invited, he had heard many stories, each one more awesome than the next.

"Movap, who?" Dean asked, having no clue what the boy was on about.

"Novak Dean, the Novak's their, their like freaking royalty in this place." Chuck told Dean, Dean knew they were going to popular kids, always were by 'the Novak's'? What kind of name is that for a gang, it didn't even made sense. Plus Dean didn't think people named their groups of friends anymore, apparently he was wrong.

"Oh okay, are they like a gang or something?"

"There a family." Chuck corrected him, Dean's eyes widened a little he didn't expect that.

"Okay that's a new one. A popular family." He told himself, giving him time to let it sink in. He was now sure he had seen everything there is to see in high school. This includes a teacher fucking one of his students in an empty classroom during one lunch time.

"Here they come now." Chuck said, Dean swore he actually sounded a little excited, which was strange considering Chuck went to school here and really should be used his fellow students.

There were five of them walking in a line, the corridor and students parting like the red sea as they walked.

"So what's their story?" Dean whispered to Chuck. He mentally kicked himself that he whispered what the fuck was that for? Everyone seemed to be paying attention to them, it was ridicules. Chuck stepped closer to Dean and began to explain.

"Well the shaggy haired boy on left, that's Gabriel. The clown, flamboyant, showy and confident, everyone's friend, well everyone that matters. He's the lead in the school plays, and the debate society. The guy on the other side. That's Balthazar, he's the oldest, he got held back in senior year. He's the guy you go to when you want something special, you know."

"Like a drug dealer!" Dean asked he couldn't believe his ears.

"Yeah. Well he deals in all sorts really, but drugs mainly." Chuck seemed so mellow about it, was everyone in this school high! "The red head next to Gabriel, she's called Anna. The cheerleader. Head cheerleader. The blonde next to Balthazar is Rachel. She's the preppy girl. Student body president, school council chairman." They walked forwards, staring straight ahead, assuming their paths will be clear, obnoxious pricks. Okay so Dean was jumping to conclusions but his been in enough high schools to know what he sees.

Then a boy with dark jeans and a blue shirt walked into view in the middle of them. His hair black and tussled, he walked different from the others; Dean noticed his hips swayed and he was looking around at the people watching them.

"And who, who's that?" Dean asked suddenly realising his dry mouth. Chuck gave a knowing glance at Dean, knowing full well the reaction Castiel always got.

"That is Castiel. The leader, if the Novak's are royalty, Castiel is god." Dean watched him walk, he smiled winked at a few passing girls before Dean asked Chuck, finding himself genuinely curious about the boy.

"So what's his story?"

"He everything; straight A student, rebel, and well he's kind of a whore."

"Excuse me?" Dean choked out not sure he heard that right.

"Well, he doesn't charge or anything but if he was a girl he'll be the school bike." Yeah he heard that right.

"But he's a Novak so its makes him cool." Dean said as he rolled his eyes.

"Exactly." Dean continued to watch, he watched Castiel eye up a boy, Dean thought he imagined it, but then after winking to another girl he went up to some guy dressed at a skater boy and have him a piece of folded paper and fierce kissed him lips quickly before rejoining his family. What threw Dean was that no one said anything; no one even battered an eye lid.

"Did you just see that?" Dean asked looking back at Chuck; he was smirking at Dean's reaction.

"Yeah." He simply stated.

"So he's gay?" Dean asked confused by all the winking at girls. Dean understood gay men doing that to keep up a front but Castiel didn't have a front; he just kissed a guy in front of everyone.

"No I said he's a whore, he goes for anything." Chuck told him with a little shrug, like it didn't matter. Dean was confused he had never seen a bunch of teens so unaffected by sexuality.

"Seriously? No one cares!"

"No, and because Cas sleeps with guys, there isn't any homophobia here, well if there is they don't say it."

"Huh." Dean said, didn't sound bad, it seems something good has come out of this Castiel's whoring around. He glanced back at the group and rolled his eyes. "Well he and his family sound like arrogant dicks. Just look at how they're swaning around."

"Shhh, you don't want them hearing that." Chuck instantly told him looking a little worried.

"Seriously, there just people there no better than me or you."

"Shhh here they come." Chuck spoke in a hushed voice and then looked over Dean's shoulder. Dean felt his anxiety creeping up his head spinning and throat pulsing. At that he took a deep breath he turned to face them. This was the moment where people will suss out and judge his character and he is not some minion and he couldn't pretend he was. Castiel turned and strutted over to Dean, not even looking Chuck's way. So Castiel was standing before him, quite closely. Dean looked up and down Castiel's form. His shoes were shiny, jeans snug and very shapely, his wrists were covered in a various bracelets as were a few random fingers with silver rings, his form was slender and shirt flattered it completely, lips full, stubble visible and without realising it he looked into the boys eyes. And boy did his eyes strike him, a vibrant blue, striking and breath-taking; Dean tried not to let it show how it affected him in the split second he looked into them before looking away from them, finally he could breathe again.

"Hello." Castiel greeted the boy, his four siblings stood in the same line behind Cas. Dean felt even less comfortable looking into his eyes so instead stared at the boys' mouth, which was a first he usually looked at someone's hair or ear or the wall just to the side of them, but Dean couldn't take his eyes of them.

"Hi." He spoke confidently although he was completely the opposite.

"You're new." Cas stated and Dean didn't know what to say, it seemed a useless statement, he knew he was new and Cas obviously knew he was new, why state it?

"No shit." Dean said with a smirk, despite his nerves he liked to mix things up a little and he knew that these people are not accustomed to people standing up to them.

"You've got spunk." Cas told him with a smirk, Dean couldn't help it he had to say it, it was just too good.

"And what I hear you've got everyone else's." he could hear gasps around him. And for some reason he had the urge to look the boy in the eye, he never had this urge before those eyes were just so, memorising, Cas was not offended by Dean's comment, in fact his mouth was upturned into a slight smile as he stared back into Dean's eyes.

"I think I'm going to like you."

"Shame I can't say the same." Dean told him, he didn't want to offend to boy, but what Chuck has told him about Cas and his family, he didn't think they were really his type of people.

"Castiel," the boy introduced himself. "These are brothers; Balthazar and Gabriel and my sisters; Anna and Rachel." Cas told Dean as he gestured subtly with his head

"Dean." Dean said and introduced himself, despite ripping into Cas, the boy seemed to shrug it off and wanted to meet him, Dean had to wonder whether this was normal treatment for new kids, everything seems so backwards here, it did seem possible.

"I'll see you around." Cas' smirk grew wider, and even though Dean tried not to be started to smile but and found himself wanted to see the boy again.

"Sure." He said before Cas and the other Novak's turned and continued to strut down the corridor.

Chuck elbowed Dean lightly when Dean's eyes trailed after Cas.

"What was that for?" Dean asked a little annoyed; he liked the view of Cas from behind.

"Don't go there. Trust me." Chuck warned Dean as a light pink tint flushed ever so slightly over his cheeks. It was so subtle that Chuck didn't see though Dean did feel the heat from it.

"Don't know what you're talking about." Dean told him as he looked at Chuck's fridge.

"Please. Yes he's handsome, yes he's the coolest guy in school, and yes he could and probably has charmed the birds from the trees. But in the end you'll end up alone. All he wants is a quick fuck."

"Sounds like you've had the experience." Dean told Chuck, he actually felt a little jealous, this wasn't good Dean thought. Chuck on the other hand had to try not to laugh when Dean spoke.

"What me? Oh no. No he doesn't even know my name. We've been in the same year since kinder garden and he doesn't know I exist, I'm not cool enough to appear on his radar." Dean's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, and these people worship them and there complete dicks!

"What? See what I mean, he's a jerk!" Chuck laughed a little at that and his shoulders relaxed a little, "Come on, you can show me to my lesson." Dean joked and Chuck nodded and led the way.

"Sure."

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I think i'll continue this, the next chapter is half written :P xx