Too much of not enough

Chapter 1.

Disclaimer : Not mine, Supernatural's. Surprising I know !

Summary : Dean find himself forced to attend highschool for the first time as his father drops him and his brother Sam into Bobby's care for a year. He wasn't surprised, feeling like he was never enough for anyone, and prepared his defense barriers to survive school. That was until a strange blue eyed teenager came into the equation, shaking up everything he took for granted.

So, this was as usual planned to be an OS but I'm slowly coming to the realisation that I'm terrible in keeping stories short. You can therefore expect a series out of this I think. I hope you'll like it and I would be extremly grateful for any comment, as to know what you thought and if I should continue it ! Thank you very much for reading this, enjoy !

The sun was battling the clouds for dominance on this moody September day.

Dean Winchester frowned as he looked at the Highschool gate standing in front of him.
He thought that once he turned 18 everyone would finally lay off and stop forcing him into an educational system that was obviously not fit for him, but here he was once again.
His father had just taken his usual leave from any responsabilities, including his own children, blaming it on that cursed Yellow eyed demon and on life itself.
All Dean could hear was that "he didn't had a choice", but it seemed to him that putting revenge before what was left of their family was already a pretty clear choice.
One his father would never admit making, but that kept scarring everyone deeper and deeper with time.
They would therefore find themselves at Bobby's again while John was running after imaginary leads and as always, the grumpy old man would only agree to take them in if they agreed to get a proper education.
Sam always lightened up and agreed vigorously, taking the opportunity to learn everything he could.
His little brother was his pride and joy, Dean always encouraged and admired the smartness and talent of the kid. He knew Sam would have a bright future in front of him, even if he couldn't see it himself yet. When the right time come, he would pull him out of that misery buisness his father had going on and help him find something he never truly knew. Happiness and hope for a better life. Dean put all his faith in him, especially the faith he didn't had in himself.
He had tried convincing Bobby to give up and let him become a full time hunter or to at least let him find a job.
He wasn't the smartest one, he wasn't especially good at anything when it came to school, he wasn't even good at human interaction.
Sure, he knew how to flash pretty smiles that made everyone blush and he knew how to keep a popular image but all of it was just acting.
Everytime he tried to be himself with anyone they would only end up leaving him or being taken away from him in the most brutal way possible.
He always lived in constant fear or what was to come, of what was luring in the dark. Between the knowledge of what was truly out there and the fear of losing anything more, you could say that Dean Winchester was an insecure mess under his tough guy appearances.
That is why he had quickly made a deal with Bobby to be home-schooled, using as an excuse their frequent moving and arguing that it would be too complicated to get to know people to have to leave them. The old man had finally agreed, teaching them what they needed to know himself until this time.
When John had brought the boys to his house on a warm summer evening, he had opened his door without hesitations or questions but had given John one condition.
The boys would have to stay a full year, without sudden life chaging interruptions and luggages making in the middle of the night.
They would stay with him in Lawrence, Kansas and go to school like any other kid of their age.
They deserved to live at least one normal year in their whole lives and to make friends.
It would also be an opportunity for them to catch up and get a proper learning experience, be a part of a school team, anything that didn't involved guns and digging graves. Dean had tried to intervene but he knew that he was done for, if it meant getting rid of him then his father was ready to accept anything. And he did.
He wasn't mad at Bobby, he loved the man, he was more of a father than his own ever was.
He was just getting more and more anxious as the days passed by at the idea of being merged into a crowd of curious and restless teenagers. As the new kid, he would be the subject of everyone's attention and he already hated it. He would have to keep his act on at every moment while staying somehow distant, not revealing anything significant about himself. Then he might be fine. Exhausted but fine.
Today was the day and he thought a whole summer would give him enough time to prepare himself mentally to the task, but truth is, he felt even less comfident now that he was seeing people enter the gate. He had been stading there for what seemed like hours, his back against the Impala, trying to find the courage to get in.
Sam had already left long ago, a cheerfull expression on his face. Dean laughed to himself, thinking that the kid never looked happier.
He definitely looked like he was going on holidays more than going to school.
After all, if his brother was so excited about this he owed him to give it a try and attend it like he promised he would.

Dean took a deep breath, adjusted his leather jacket and slowly made his way in a serie of calculated moves.
He already could feel the stares on his back and the whispers when he entered the corridor.
He knew how school was supposed to be, he had passed by some of them during cases but never as an actual student.
He winked at the pretty girls as he walked by, held his head high.
That was until he realized that he had no idea where he was going.
Bobby had told him to go straight to the secretary, where someone would give him any information needed.
That was obviously great, but where was that office? He hadn't really thought about it and just assumed it would be in a central spot or at least indicated.
Indeed, Dean knew nothing about school's properties and their lack of human logic.
He sighed and look around, seeing nothing helpful until he spotted a guy that must be around his age holding a handmade map of the school.

He quickly made his way towards him and tapped lightly on his shoulder.

"Hey man, sorry to barge in like this but I'm new here and I'm completely lost. I'm looking for the secretary's office. Do you have any idea of where that would be?" he said in a rush.

The young man jumped a little from the interuption and snapped his head up, looking at him with big round blue eyes that made Dean gasp. He hadn't expect him to be that pretty, from afar all he could see was a messy mass of black hair but now that he could get a proper look at him he was taken aback. His stare was so blue and intense, like nothing he had ever seen before.

It seemed like the man could see right into his soul, not caring about any defense barrier he could pull up. He felt panick run through him, he needed to get away.

He couldn't let anyone see him, not look at him but actually see him. Not to help his case, the guy was gorgeous. His black hair were falling just above his bright eyes, leading you in to their hypnotic stare. He had a strong jawline and beautiful plum lips that made Dean want to nibble on them.

That was bad, extremly bad. Dean was just coming to terms with his attraction to men but he had never really dared to explore it too much and even less act on it. He had realized that he would look at men as he would look at women, feeling a desire for both without distinction but that was it.

Never did he stopped on one man in particular, liking the idea of men but never considering that he could be interested in one special man. A deep voice brought him back from his torment to only make the latter worse.

"It's no problem, I was actually going to head there myself. We can walk there together, follow me." the black haired guy said before getting up.

Before Dean could say anything he was running to catch up to the young man that was already walking away. He was embarrassed as he couldn't stop shivers from running up his spine when he heard his voice. It was probably the most erotic thing he had ever heard, he had to admit it.

He ran a hand on his face as he caught up to him, slowing down to walk by his side.

"Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it! I saw you with the map, are you getting familiar with the place or are you into some kind of treasure hunt?" Dean laughed slightly.

The man next to him furrowed his eyebrows before looking at him.

"Why would I look for a treasure in this school? It has no history of hidden relics. It is my first day here as well, I have just been transferred from an all-boys boarding school." he answered.

"Not really into jokes, are you? Well, at least it's good to know that at least I'm not the only one to be wondering about this place." Dean added, seeing him nod.

"My brothers often tell me the same thing. That might be why people don't stay around me so much." he stated, regret darkening his blue eyes.

Dean felt his heart tighten at the sight and quickly said without thinking "If people are stupid enough to stop at that then they don't deserve to be around you. I'll gladly be around you at any given time, you seem like a good guy. Let's help each other between newbies!".

He held out his hand to him, wondering what the hell he was doing but not able to stop himself.

He just couldn't see him looking so sad and defeated even if he had no idea about why he even cared about it. He saw the blue eyes shine brightly and a smile lighten his face.

A hand shook his firmly and he felt electricity run through his whole body from the touch.

"That is the most wonderful idea I have heard in a while. My name is Castiel, by the way."

"You really are unconventional! I'm Dean, it's nice to meet you."

Both men seemed to be lost in the moment, just staring into each other's eyes, not letting go of their handshake. As strange as it was for the both of them, it didn't feel awkward or weird. It felt natural, like they already knew each other for an endless number of years.

A tall man with short blond hair suddently cleared his throat, standing in front of them.

"Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak I presume? I have been looking for the both of you. The bell rang some minutes ago already, didn't you hear it? I've been expecting you, everyone else already checked in for their timetables. My name is Gadreel and I'll be your consellor as you just arrived, but we don't have time for more. You must hurry to class, here are your temporary schedules. We will be overseeing them together later. Hopefully you have this first class in common so you can both now follow me. I will guide you to your first period which is Physics so you can avoid losing more time than you already did." the man said, stuffing papers in their hands before making them a sign so they follow.

"There is a lot of walking happening in this school, isn't there?" whispered Dean while rushing to keep the pace.

He swore at himself, like being the new kid wasn't enough, he needed to be late to make sure that all eyes would be staring at him when he entered the class. Just what he wanted. And with a babysitter. Good job.

Gadreel stopped out of the blue, Dean bumping into him awkwardly even if he didn't seem to notice, and knocked on a door. The teacher let them in, insisting some more about how late they were as they made their way in.

"Would you mind to introduce yourselves, since you're both new in this school?" he asked.

So they did. Dean founding some comfort in how awkward Castiel was, stating his name flatly like if this was an identity check . Maybe he had some hope in the end.

He could already see some girls giggling at the back, trying to get his attention.

They were shown to their seats, one behind another, close to the window and they finally could catch a break. Part of the students shifting their attention back to the teacher.

Dean was bored to death. Sciences were never his strong point but that was pure torture.

At least at home he could talk to Sam or grab a snack, even if Bobby gave him a disapproving look in the process. He grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a hanging version of himself with the mention "Please end my suffering." under it before slowly slipping it on Castiel's lap.

He felt oddly satisfied as he jumped lightly from the touch, stiffening a little.

He heard him cover a small laugh as he read the note, quickly writing an answer back.

Dean opened his hand under the table where Castiel put the note back.

It read a delicately written "A bit of a drama queen, are we? I guess you dislike physics?"

Dean put the paper in his pocket to grab a new one, drawing himself as Romeo on his death bed with a "Without your entertainment, life isn't worth living in this deadly atmosphere." and passed it back to Castiel. Not being able to control himself, Castiel bursted into a laugh when he laid his eyes on the sketch, catching the teacher's unwanted attention.

"I am glad you find physics so entertaining Mr. Novak. I was trying to pass on your lack of attention and doodling because this is the first class but since you do not show me the same respect by making an effort, I think you should go see Gadreel." he snapped.

Castiel sighed, seeing no point in fighting back and packed his bag before leaving out the door without a word.

By the time the class finished, Dean was feeling terribly guilty. Because of him, Castiel got in trouble on his first day and he at least owed him an apology.

He spent the whole break looking but he couldn't find a sign of him. The day went by like this, with him wondering and looking for the other new kid.

He ignored every student trying to talk to him, isolated himself during classes, making himself look unvoluntarily more interesting and subject to rumors or gossips.

Everything was going wrong for one moment where things were for once going right.

He gave up when Sam met him by the Impala, still not seeing any black hair through the ocean of colors and haircuts at the exit of the school.

"What's up? You look like you lost your favourite teddy bear. Did you already managed to get a girlfriend?" teased Sam while climbing into the passenger's seat.

"Shut up bitch, I didn't. It was just a very weird day." answered Dean in a sigh as he started the engine.

"Coming from a guy who hunts ghosts and other monsters as a hobby, that must indeed have been something if you call it weird. " laughed his little brother.

"You have no idea." confirmed Dean, feeling utterly lost.