A/N- Okay so, sorry for the crappy beginning but I figured Bobby's was a good place to stick them for some reason and I needed a way to stick them there for a few months. Also, sorry I haven't been uploading in a while; I've been ridiculously busy with school and such. Hopefully this story won't take too long to finish up, although I cannot promise when it will be done nor how long each chapter will be, my brain tends to make its decisions without consulting me 99% of the time when I'm writing.

This story is AU in the sense that Castiel is a normal human, though the Winchester's are still hunter's. Dean & Cas are seniors in High School.

Here you go, Reem. (Wall Pushing comes in a few chapters, sorry bb.)

Dean was not gay, he just was not. No matter how good that one kid's mouth felt on him behind the bleachers, or that one time back in Houston when he got incredibly drunk with that junior and pounded his brains out. Guys were just there when girls refused to sleep with him because they wanted to wait until Dean met their parents-like Dean was ever in one town long enough for that. He scoffed and slouched lower in the backseat of the impala, desperately trying not to remember the feeling of shoving that last kid up against the brick wall of the school and slipping into him, Jackson…no, George? Oh, who cares, the point is he really did not want to pop a boner while his little brother was asleep and cuddled up against his side. Not that he would get a boner from thinking about that-he was not gay.

"Where are we headed dad? Please tell me somewhere that's not as cookie-cutter as that last place."

"I don't think many people would define New York City as cookie-cutter so don't worry." His dad grinned at him in the back seat as Dean perked up. He loved the cities; he actually had places to take Sammy around to the places he loved; museums, galleries, places all the smart kids liked. He smiled down at his kid brother and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him tighter before leaning his own head on the car window to sleep. James…that was the kid's name.

Dean blinked blearily and groaned, although it came out as more of a croak because of his dry throat. Everything was white, and smelled disgustingly clean.

"Hospital…" Dean pushed himself up into a sitting position painfully, "SAMMY!" His heartbeat doubled with fear as he tried ripping the stupid IV out of his arm so he could go find his brother. He fucking hated hospitals, they were only good for the hot doctors and those were hard to find.

"Dean!" Sam burst through the door and ran into his arms, clinging so tight it almost hurt. He couldn't see any tear tracks as Sam pulled back, but he knew he had been crying.

"What happened, Sammy? Where's dad?" Dean gripped Sam's face, turning it to make sure nothing had happened to him.

"A guy ran straight into you guys at an intersection near Missouri, although he says he don't remember anything about it so we're thinking possession." Dean hadn't even noticed Bobby until he'd spoken. He sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose, one hand still on Sammy's shoulder. "Your dad's pretty beat up but he'll be okay. We'll be able to take him back to my house. Two broken legs and surgery on your shoulder ain't gonna be a slow recovery though, so you boys better be prepared to stay in one school for more than a week or two." Sam grinned at his older brother, who tried to hide his grimace. They usually went to Bobby's for fun, and he had the biggest inclination that this would in no way be fun. Sam ran out to grab a snack, leaving the two of them alone.

"Not that I'm complaining; but how come dad got trampled by an elephant, I look like I got caught in a fight with Rocky and Sammy looks pretty much fine?" Dean asked, trying not to wince as he maneuvered his body back into his bed.

"You, ya idjit." Dean raised his eyebrows as Bobby came over and sat at the end of his bed. "You were in the way of Sam, and the paramedics said they had to pull you off of him, like you threw yourself over his body to protect him so all he came out with was a few scratches and a headache." Bobby gave Dean a knowing look, "that boy's incredibly lucky to have you as a brother, Dean."

"No, I'm lucky to have him." It scared him sometimes, imagining life without Sammy; imagining what Dean would become without his little brother.

"Well I should go see your dad, I'm sure he's giving the nurses hell." Bobby rolled his eyes but smiled gently at Dean before getting up and slipping out the door just as Sam came back in.

"Guess what they had in the cafeteria, Dean?" Sam had on the smile that was reserved solely for him, which led Dean to one conclusion.

"If it's not pie I'm going to whoop your skinny ass." Sam let out a laugh and jumped onto the hospital bed, pulling two pieces of apple pie out of the container and handing Dean a fork.

"Thanks, Dean." When Dean looked up, Sam was no longer smiling but looking at him as if he was about to cry. Dean swallowed and pulled him in roughly for a hug.

"Love you, Sammy."

"Love you too, Dean." Sam sniffed into his shoulder before they released each other.

"Now eat your pie, bitch."

"Jerk," Sam glared at him playfully and Dean let out a small smile.

"Oh, baby." Dean sighed, grimacing at the shape the impala was in. He caressed the hood of the smashed in car. "Don't worry; I'll get you fixed up soon."

"Yeah, well you better be doing it after school. There's no way I'm letting you miss school to fix up a car, especially since this is your last year." Bobby said, pointing a finger and giving Dean a knowing look. He rolled his eyes in response before patting the car once more and heading inside.

"You almost ready, Sammy?" He called up the stairs, even though he knew there was no reason to. Sam loved school, the little freak. He went into the living room and leant against the doorway, crossing his arms. "How you holdin' up, dad?"

"I'll be fine, once I can get these stupid casts off." John huffed and sipped more of his beer. Dean was pretty sure he shouldn't be drinking with his pain meds but hey, he wasn't going to argue with the man, that seemed to be Sam's job lately. "You two have a good day, and Dean? It won't be so bad, just one more year and then we can start working together full time." Dean smiled at his dad and nodded.

"Don't get your ass whooped by a ghost while we're gone, old man." John let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Come on, Dean!" Sam called, bounding down the steps and running out the front door.

"You forgot breakfast, idiot!" Dean called, rolling his eyes and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He grabbed Sam an apple from the kitchen table before heading out to the car that Bobby lent him.

"Alright, if anybody gives you trouble you know you can kick their ass right?"

"I know, Dean." Sam sighed, toying with the strap on his bag. Dean messed his hair up before getting out of the car.

"Meet you back here at 3." Sam nodded and they headed off to their designated buildings.

Dean sighed as he waited in the office to get his schedule; he could do this. Two months tops and his dad would be as good as new. Two months, and they could go back to their usual schedule of never staying in one place for very long. He smiled and nodded at the receptionist who handed him the paper, glancing at it briefly and groaning as he walked out the door. Whoever decided that lunch should be at one was obviously possessed by a demon; he would have to look into it. He headed down over to his first class, English, oh joy.

"Alright, settle down; we have a new student, everyone this is Dean Winchester." Mr. Ryder sat atop his desk, and gestured vaguely at Dean who nodded as the entire class turned to stare at him. "Catch," Dean barely caught the book that was tossed at him, "ever read it?" Dean glanced down at the title and smirked.

"Yeah actually, but I prefer The Lord of the Rings to The Hobbit." Mr. Ryder raised an amused eyebrow, as if to say 'oh, really?' "There's too much description in this, the action is short lived, and the songs are a pain in the ass." The teacher barked out a laugh and nodded in agreement.

"Good, well I'm sorry to say that you'll be reading it again as we just started it yesterday, we're up to page 82." He hopped off the desk and Dean slid the book into his bag. "Well, we would be if people bothered with homework; ah, Castiel, nice of you to join us." Dean looked back up and saw the kid standing in the doorway salute the teacher with a wave before coming over and sitting down in the desk to his left. "You did the homework, I trust."

"I finished the book; you can have it back if you want." Dean's eyebrows rose, but the teacher only laughed and shook his head.

"Why don't you keep it for now; alright guys we'll be watching a clip of…" Dean tuned out as he watched Castiel, who had a freakishly deep voice that definitely didn't make Dean have any feelings, none whatsoever.

"You read The Hobbit in one night?" He asked in disbelief. Castiel looked at him briefly and shrugged before crouching down in his seat and folding his arms over his chest. Dean frowned but returned his attention to the teacher.

When Dean glanced at his schedule at the end of class, he grimaced; he sucked at art.

"Hey, do you know how to get to the art rooms?" He asked Castiel, who had been packing up his bag.

"Let me see your schedule," the boy grabbed the piece of paper before Dean even consented and nodded. "Looks like we have the same morning schedule, I'll help you." Dean shot him a smile he usually reserved for flirting and watched the boy blush deeply as he handed his schedule back.

"So how is the art teacher, is he missing a few screws?" Dean asked as they walked down the hall, side by side.

"Probably," Castiel laughed quietly, and then went back to his previous blank expression. "Mr. Flynn is pretty cool though, he's one of my favorite teachers." Dean raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Once they got to the class and sat down, Castiel immediately went over to a cupboard and pulled out pieces of paper and a tiny wooden body.

"Holy artist, batman." Dean let out a low whistle as Castiel set the papers down; it was easy to see why the art teacher would be his favorite.

"Hey, Cas, who's your friend?" A short man, maybe 5'6" entered the room, swinging his key chain and chewing some gum, he wore a button down plaid shirt and paint splattered jeans.

"Dean Winchester, I'm new." Dean offered, realizing he had never actually told Cas his name.

"Well, Dean, I don't have many rules, just try to do your best and have fun with it. We're working on drawing bodies, I'm sure you can share a mannequin with Cas. " Mr. Flynn offered him a smile, which Dean returned, deciding that perhaps art would no long be his most annoying subject.

"Castiel Novak, but you can call me Cas." Cas said to him quietly as Mr. Flynn walked away.

"Nice to meet you, Cas." Dean gave him another grin and Cas handed him a blank piece of paper and immediately began on his own.