Dean burst through the open doorway to his new dorm. He would be sharing it with some other dude who went by the name Castiel apparantely. What a dumbass name. Dean would just call him Cas. That sounded better. Dean started to unpack not regarding whether or not Cas would want a certain side of the room or not. The young hunted stuffed his possessions in different drawers and on different shelves around him. He didn't bring much, just a couple of notebooks, a secret compartment to keep all his guns and hunter neccessaties, and a picture of his family when they were happy. He grasped the amulet around his neck. He missed Sam. But Sam had preffered to go to a boarding school. A boring boarding school! Can you believe that idiot sometimes. Dean sniffed holding back tears. He missed him.

A boy his age walked into the room. He had a soft, smooth voice, "Dean Winchester?" he asked. Dean nodded not turning to see who it was. "I'm Castiel Novak. I'm your roomate."

This sparked Dean's attention. He swerved around and trotted towards him. He stuck out his hand, "That's me." Castiel shook it. Dean eyed him. He had light brown hair and slight facial hair as if he had just started growing it. His eyes were vivid blue and he wore a tan jacket and blue tie. Too formal. Dean sniffed and threw his bag to the corner of the room, "You mind if I call you Cas?"

"No I guess not-"

"So Cas, where are you from?"

Cas gulped, "Well, my mom brings me around different places. She never really told me where I was born. We just keep moving."

"That sucks." Dean replied. He glanced at the nervous teenager who slowly started unpacking. Dean sighed leaning back his head. Why did he feel obliged to go help him, "Here I can help." Dean said hauling himself off the bed to go help him unpack. Cas started shaking his head, "No! It's okay I can do it myself."

Dean put a hand on Cas's shoulder, "I insist." he said. Cas face suddenly turned red as Dean burrowed through his bag. Dean's heart stuffed. There was a salt rifle and holy water stashed underneath a pile of clothes. Dean slowly stood back up. Cas gulped, "I-I can explain you see I-"

"You're a hunter?"

"Y-you know?"

Dean nearly laughed, "You've got to be kidding me."

"What!?"

Dean made his way over to his guns and knives. He took out a gun filled with silver bullets, "I didn't know high schools were so smart as to put two hunters together."
Cas began to smile, "So-"

"Hell yah." Dean said with a grin, "Hey maybe High School won't be so boring. I didn't actually think I'd meet anyone I could tolerate."

Cas couldn't stop smiling out of relief, "Yah."

Dean grinned and plopped down on his bed facing Castiel, "So, why are you in the hunting business."
"My father." Cas sighed. Dean raised an eyebrow, "Me too."

Cas nodded, "I've never seen my father nor do I question why I haven't, but my mom always told me her orders were from him so I obeyed."

Dean nodded, "I understand. I can't help but not obey my father...he's my dad." His phone buzzed. He picked it up. I've already met a friend what about you -Sam

Cas walked over and sat down next to Dean on the bed, "Who is it?" he asked. Dean typed back quickly, Yah Yah Yah! Stop bothering me! -Dean.

"No one. Just my brother actually. He's wondering if I'm okay."

"Does he know," Cas said, "About hunting?"

Dean chuckled sarcastically, "Yah. But that's exactly the reason he isn't here. He doesn't want anything to do with it. He's such a wuss sometimes..."

"Well, do you blame him?" Cas said, his blue eyes searing into Dean's green eyes. Dean shook his head, "No...I don't."

There was a knock on the door. A short high school boy with blonde hair, and another tall one with a long black coat, and fluffy brown hair were standing in the doorway. "Is everyone gay around here?" the tall one muttered. His voice was deep...really deep. John stepped on the guys foot, "Shut up." he smiled back at Dean and Cas "Sorry you two. We have the wrong room."

"Again." the tall one added grumpily. John pushed past him, "for god sake Sherlock you need to learn your manners!" he argued down the hall.

"Fiesty pair aren't they?" Dean said. Cas nodded, "Did they think that we were gay?"

Dean turned to Cas. For some reason he couldn't look him in the eyes. He wasn't sure if it was Cas' stare or his bright blue eyes but he couldn't. He stood up, "Don't listen to high school students. They're full of crap."

Cas sniffed, "Yah I guess. Hey, if you don't mind my asking, why are you in high school if you should be a hunter?"

"My mom used to think it was a good idea to get an education. My dad loved her." Dean answered. Cas frowned, "Your mother...she's...gone?"

"Yah."

"I'm so sorry."

"Mhmm."

Cas looked down a bit guilty that he had pried into his business. Dean noticed. He walked over and slapped him on the back, "Hey cheer up! We get to hang out before classes start tomorrow, how about we go check out campus and see the ladies who are here at school."

He winked. Cas laughed, "Yah okay sure."

Dean lead his friend out into the hall. Kids strolled by holding bags, and talking to friends. The campus' center stood about 15 feet away from them. Their dorm was pretty close to it. The center was a big open field with different passageways leading to different classrooms all around it. There were vending machines and benches to sit on. There was a group of girls next to one of them. Seven to be exact. One stuck out from the rest. She had long light blonde hair. Two also stuck out because of their dark ginger hair. "I could hit that." Dean said elbowing Cas. Cas rubbed his arm with a nervous chuckle. He obviously seemed nervous around girls.

Dean was about to walk over to them when he noticed two other boys heading towards him and Cas. It was those too from earlier in the dorm! What the hell did they want now?