High School can be a drag, but not this time…

A/N- This idea attacked me and wouldn't let go, this is the longest chapter I think I've written for FanFiction… Anyway… Hope you enjoy… (Sorry in advance for my failure of knowledge on American schooling, I'm English and have noidea about American education.)

Summary- High School AU, Possible Future Destiel, Teen!Chesters, Dean and Sam Winchester had been to their fair share of schools, and more, but this one might be different. Rated T.

Warnings- Possible future slash, might be some references to mental health and health issues but nothing too major (I hope, not got that much of a plan…)

Dean and Sam Winchester had been to their fair share of schools, and more, moving cities regularly due to their dad's job. John Winchester was a Hunter, forever moving himself and the boys as a new job came in, someone else needing their help to get rid of the Supernatural beings that haunted the world. At the age of 18, Dean was soon to become a full-time Hunter, he was nearly out of High School and would have all the time to hunt down the monster that had killed his mother. Sam still had four more years to go before he would be able to help full-time, but he wasn't as eager to help as Dean, he had no memories of their mother, he wanted to go to Stanford and study Law, do something to help people without the violence that came with Hunting.

They started at their new school halfway through the year, in the middle of the day (at lunchtime), meaning that, as they walked through the halls (Sam being a short 14 year old and Dean having, as many had told him, "Sex Appeal" in his dad's leather jacket), everyone stared at them, the new kids who would be disrupting the groups formed, both in Freshman year and Senior year. The first thing the boys did was go to reception, to get their timetables and where their lockers and homerooms were. Sam had locker 287, while Dean's was 1035, on the opposite side of the school. The next thing the boys did was go to Sam's locker, which was, luckily, right next to his homeroom.

"Alright then, Sammy, I'll meet you here at 3 o'clock?" Dean asked, already knowing the reply.

"First off, It's S-A-M, three letters, Dean! And yeah, whatever." Sam replied, exasperated with his brother's insistence of calling him 'Sammy', his name was Sam for Pete's sake!

"Alright, Sam, calm down, see ya." Dean quickly turned and started walking in a random direction, hoping to find his locker.

He had only just got to the end of the corridor before he was forced to stop due to the large amount of people crammed into the small space. He squeezed his way through the crowd, not caring if he hurt anyone that got in his way. He emerged at the edge of the, as he could now see fully, circle of people surrounding two boys, both looking to be Seniors like him. One was cowered against the lockers, seemingly trying to make himself a tight ball, whilst still standing upright, the other had his fists raised, leering at the other boy.

"What are you gonna do, Castiel?!" The last word was said mockingly, making fun of the cowering boy's, what Dean assumed to be, name. "You gonna fight? Now that your brothers and sister can't help you?! Gabriel?! Balthazar?! Raphael?! Lucifer?! Anael?!" The bully didn't seem to notice the tremors shaking the boy's-Castiel's- small frame, but Dean and many of the crowd did. "What sort of names are those! Your parents are messed up if they think those are prop-" He was cut off by the fist that hit his nose. The crack echoed around the small hallway as his nose broke. The crowd was shocked, the boy who had been so frightened only seconds ago had retaliated, stopping the boy, painfully. Dean finally got a good look at Castiel, a shock of mussed up black hair on a slightly anger-flushed face; pale skin; piercing blue eyes; a thin black jacket, a pale grey T-shirt and black slacks, all covered by a tan overcoat.

"Say what you want about me, you bastard, but say another word about my family and a broken nose will be the last of your worries." The deep voice startled Dean, who had expected something lighter, more jovial, than the gravelly tones of the man in front of him. The crowd parted as he stepped forwards, no one wanting to get in the way of the (more visibly) shaking boy. No one tried to stop him as he walked down the halls, head hanging, alone. Dean ignored the small gang of people going to help the bully, instead following after the angry young man as he stormed away.

"Hey, you!" Dean shouted, ignoring the way Castiel hunched over more, slightly tensed, but still walking forwards quickly, he started running towards him. "Castiel!" He stopped and Dean couldn't slow down fast enough, ramming straight into the suddenly stationary boy. They both sprawled across the floor, their bags flying open, Castiel's ripping down the seams, their books mixing together. "Sorry, sorry, Castiel, sorry!" He quickly sat up, crawling around the floor, picking up the book and papers that covered the space around them. The other boy pulled himself up and, ignoring Dean, started clearing the mess. Together they quickly cleared the floor of papers, leaving only the task of sorting out whose. Castiel gathered them into a pile, quickly sorting his stuff from Dean's ignoring the look on Dean's face as the speed he completed the task.

"Here." Dean looked up quickly as Castiel spoke to him, holding out some of the papers, which Dean assumed to be his, "These are yours." His suspicions were correct. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault." Dean looked at him shocked, not noticing the lighter tone of voice, although, he did see the difference in his posture, slightly looser, more relaxed than previously.

"No, it's not, I'm the one that knocked you over."

"Yeah, but I'm the one who stormed away from that bully, causing you to follow after me, therefore, it's my fault." Castiel blinked innocently at Dean, cracking a small smile, which made Dean realise that that was the first time he had seen him blink, let alone smile. "So, sorry." His voice was lighter, similar to how Dean had imagined it would be in the first place. Dean smiled back at him, then realised that he still hadn't taken the papers.

"Fine then, thanks for sorting these out, Castiel."

"You're new here, aren't you?" His head cocked to the side as he asked the question.

"Yeah. Why?"

"That's the only reason you would be speaking to me." Castiel's expression didn't change, still slightly smiling.

"What?! Why?!" Dean was confused he had figured that some people didn't like Castiel, but not enough that no-one would talk to him.

"Well, you seem like one of the 'Populars', the only people that talk to me are the other 'weirdos', so, not you." Castiel's smile grew slightly sadder, he turned to go. "Maybe I'll see you around, I'm gonna go find my friends,"

"Wait-" Dean reached out, grabbing Castiel's arm, stopping his retreat, "Maybe I'm not a "Popular", maybe I'm a weirdo as well." He cracked a smile, which quickly faded in the face of Castiel's disapproving look.

"I seriously doubt that Dean." He pulled his arm out of the tight grip, with seemingly no effort. "Bye." Castiel walked away and quickly faded into the sudden crowds of people heading down the corridors as they finished their lunch, hoping to enjoy the warm weather outside for the rest of the lunch break, leaving Dean standing there, looking at where he had last seen Castiel's head in the sea of people.

A/N- Hope you enjoyed, I've got a sort of plan for the next chapter, which I will try to make as long as this one. Thanks for reading :D