Well hello Kitten! I see you've found my newest fanfiction idea. You will probably hate me halfway through... But don't worry! It gets better!

Warnings for whole story:Eating disorder, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/actions/words.

Note: This is the second year of college. Two months in.

Dean smirked as he walked into his English class. He was aware of how extremely late he was. His teacher scowled at him and put down the pointer he was holding. "Winchester I presume."

"Who's asking?" Dean scrunched his nose for show as he strode into the centre of the room.

"The name is Blaine." The teacher said. "Kane Blaine. Now, Mister Winchester, please take a seat beside-" he gave Dean an incredulous look as the latter sniggered. "Pray tell what's so entertaining."

"Kane Blaine? That sounds like some strippers name."

Kane's face flushed a dark red as the class sniggered and giggled. "Mister Winchester, I'll have to-"

"Oh please. Drop the 'Mister', it makes me sound like some saint." Dean rolled his eyes. "It's just Dean. No Mister or shit like that." He approached the teacher's desk and leaned over it. "What you can do is enlighten me, tell me where to sit."

Kane was visibly clenching his jaw, red faced with fury. "Sit beside Mister Novak." Upon Dean's blank look, he sighed. "Mister Novak, please raise your hand so Dean can find his seat."

A hand slowly appeared above the sea of heads. Dean sighed and made his way to his seat. He looked at the dark haired boy who had lowered his hand as Dean drew closer. He tugged his sleeves down and wrapped his large coat closer around his small frame. Dean frowned slightly and leaned closer to him. "Are you alright?"

Novak nodded.

Dean scowled. "So what's your name?"

No answer.

"I'm Dean Winchester."

Novak glanced at him, dull blue eyes staring into Dean's. "I know. Why are you talking to me?" His voice was deep and dull, just like his, probably, once beautiful eyes.

"Trying to be friendly." Dean replied, not even trying to hide the flicker of concern that crossed his bright green eyes.

"I don't need friends." Novak showed no emotions as he spoke. "I'm fine by myself." He turned back to his notebook where he had sketched a fallen angel, scarred and bloody with torn wings. The shadows on the angel's face made it hard to depict the details but Dean could've sworn it was Novak himself.

"Dude, you're not fine at all. I know people-"

"Well you don't know me." Novak snapped, trying to push Dean away with his aloofness.

Dean's eyebrows furrowed in frustration but he said no more, leaning back in his seat instead. A dirty blonde haired girl leaned closer to Dean. "Hey."

"Hey." Dean blinked at her.

"Don't take his words too heart, he's just grumpy."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Meg." She smiled warmly.

"Dean."

"I know." She glanced at Novak and leaned closer to Dean. "I pray you'll help him, save him even." She leaned back into her seat, leaving a confused Dean staring at her.

Dean glanced back at Novak. "Can I at least get your name?"

Novak ignored him.

With a heavy sigh Dean looked back to the front of the classroom.

Hey guys! I think this is the last time I'll bother you, until the end of the story, but I have a quick announcement. I have some fics that I'm not going to finish. If you're interested PM me. If you accept I will follow the fic and review every chapter. Thanks Kittens! ~Cat.