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John Winchester is not the most patient man, or father, in the world...as anyone who's had the slight displeasure of knowing him remembers. While he was respected and even liked, among people who lived in the small town of Lawrence, Kansas, everyone felt rather bad for his oldest son Dean, because he had to deal with the easily crossed temper of his father.

Dean was born with a stutter, a rather severe one if you're wondering. At first his parents wistfully albeit a bit worryingly so believed, that eventually Dean would grow out of it. But he never did, and probably never will, much to his father's dismay. His mother, Mary Winchester, whom everyone loved because she was caring and sweet, quickly accepted her son's "quirk" or, as she preferred to say, "something that made him more unique than everyone else".

John, on the other hand, called it a "disability", and more often than not, would tell Dean to hurry the hell up and finish whatever he was saying or just keep his mouth shut. John would then receive silence and hard, disapproving glares from both Mary and Sam, Dean's younger brother.

Sam and Mary are far more patient with Dean whenever he spoke. They waited for Dean to finish whatever he was saying, even if he interrupted them. They never interrupted him either, knowing that he'd have to repeat what he had said and John's temper would flare. They both saw and loved how Dean lit up whenever he talked, putting his heart into it and looking like the happiest guy in the world.

When Dean first entered kindergarten, all the children wondered who the newest kid was, and were more than excited to make a friend. But little ones are not always the nicest beings in the world, despite what most think. And when they heard Dean stumble and mess up his words, they immediately did not like him.

Many of his teachers told his parents that eventually, over the years, he'd grow out of it or his fellow students would learn to accept it. As elementary and middle school rolled by, Dean still stayed quiet, so unlike what he'd be like if people learned to take who he was and accept it. He liked to think he'd make a friend, sooner or later.

Being in high school wasn't helpful, and while over the years Dean did actually acquire some friends, they all left and went to the richer, better high school two towns away. This, in a way, made Dean more shy and reserved. Not many people want to be Dean's friend, they thought he was too quiet and weird. And sadly, in the school where he goes to, everyone avoids him, as if his stutter is contagious. Sam wouldn't be in high school till next year, and until then Dean wouldn't have anyone to hang out with or talk to.

So while Dean is in the way back of Ms. Summers', the English teacher's, classroom. Dean was pointedly trying to be unseen and hopefully unnoticed. But Ms. Summers is one of those teachers that gets annoyed when no one answers their question, thus looking around the room to find someone who is quiet, because in her eyes, not saying anything means you're not paying attention. And so, after asking the class what a prose is, and then being answered with dead silence, her eyes gazed around the room until the fixed themselves upon Dean, who was trying unsuccessfully to not draw attention to himself by not looking at her.

"Ah! Dean, would you like to tell me what you think a 'prose' is?" Every person in their seats turned their bodies to look at him. Feeling a surge of anxiety creep up on him along with an annoyingly hot blush on his face, Dean glanced around the room and inhaled a shaky breath.

"I-I d-donnn't know-ow." He quickly looked down at his hands folded on the desk as he heard quiet yet not really quiet laughter surround him.

"Alright then." Ms. Summers looked around the room again until she called on another student who answered the question correctly. Then there was a knock at the door, making everyone except Dean, who was still recovering from his embarrassment, stare at the door until it opened, revealing a someone who Dean had never seen before. Ms. Summers grinned brightly and walked briskly to stand next to the new person.

"Class, this is our newest student. Please try to make him feel welcome. What is your name, dear?"

Dean finally looked up and saw the new kid, he was tall, thin, with short black hair that seemed to look like he just got out of bed, electric blue eyes, and was he wearing a tie? He was, and it was backwards, he was also wearing a long tan trench coat that seemed a bit odd to wear given the fact that it's late January. Undoubtedly, Dean thought this new kid was pretty hot. But he quickly diminished the thought, as he knew no one ever talked to him...so why bother with a crush if there's zero chance of it ever actually happening?

"My name is Castiel Novak," the new kid said in a surprisingly gravelly yet appealing voice. Ms. Summers smiled wider and told Castiel that he could sit wherever he wanted. He nodded and sat down in the seat to the left of Dean. Dean felt suspicious at first, who would want to sit next to him? But then he realized that this kid was new and therefore had not learned from anyone that you do not hangout with or go near Dean Winchester.

He glanced at Castiel, who was staring at him with those shockingly blue eyes. Dean gave him a confused look, to which he was returned a small smile that made Dean feel a little weird. Castiel leaned over so that he was closer to Dean and whispered in his ear, "You have really nice eyes."

Interesting first impression...so far.