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"We will walk right down the pavement
I know we’re gonna be just fine"
Dean hated the bus. More than anything else. He hated dealing with the stupid freshman and the sophomores. He was the only junior who actually still had to ride the bus. But with Dad having the Impala, and not looking to give it up at any point soon, he figured a ride was a ride. Better than walking. Plus it was an easy way to make sure Sam didn’t get a lot of hell.
He climbed down the old steps of the bus and looked around. The buses stoped in the parking lot across the school. A large lawn covered the distance between the two. The high school was surrounded by teenagers, as any school. Most were heading inside, but some of the loners and outcast hung around the lawn, laying down, trying to catch up on more sleep. Dean sighed. It was a Monday, and he really didn’t want to be here.
A few of kids in his class looked at him, and were already making comments his way. He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to deal with the hell that was the Junior class and their close minded selves. Dean was just so unable to understand why a small difference seemed so big to everyone else.
“Come on Dean!” Sam ran past Dean, who was dazing out and standing in front of the bus still. He grabbed the bottom of Dean’s leather jacket (he got it for 5 bucks at an old resale shop in town over a year ago; despite the looks he got because of it, he didn’t regret a damn thing) and started pulling him towards the front doors. Dean let him. He hadn’t seen his brother so excited in years. Sam should enjoy his first day as a freshman. Even if that meant all his other days would be hell.
Dean had to take longer strides to keep up with Sam’s run.
“Hey, slow down man. Trust me, we’re not gonna be late. There’s not much to miss on the first day anyways.”
Sam kept on, and they had half walked, half ran the whole lawn, and their feet had just hit the concrete of the steps that led up to the door when Dean’s shoulder hit something and he was fling back off the step, Sam following. He caught Sam before he could hit the concrete and looked to see what he had hit. He was surprised to see someone on the ground next to him. He put down Sam and lent down to the guy.
“Holy hell, man, are you okay?” Dean started to pick up the loose papers and notebooks that had fallen out of the boys arms in the fall.
“I’m really sorry, my kid brother’s just really excited about his first day, pulling me along and all..” he trailed off when the boy looked up at him.
Dean put his hand out and the other boy took it, being lift off the ground and back on his feet. The boy looked around at all the people looking at him, and hastily wiped some dirt that had gotten on his dark hoodie.
“It’s alright.” He took his stuff from Dean’s hands. He shuffled it around until everything was sitting in his arms right, and then he looked up at Dean.
“I um my names Cas.”
Dean smiled.
“I’m Dean. And like I said, I’m really sorry about that, Sammy here,” he turned to look at Sammy who was still in brief shock behind him. “Is really excited about his first day.”
Sam stepped forward and looked at the ground.
“I’m really sorry I made Dean run into you, Cas.”
Dean watched as a grin formed on Cas’s face and heard him chuckle.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. We all get excited sometimes.”
Sam looked up at him, not expecting this, and smiled back.
“Alright, alright, now if you keep standing here, you are going to be late. Get going.” Dean gave Sam a little shove towards the steps, and he ran forward, up the stairs and was out of sight within seconds.
Cas gave another little chuckle and Dean turned his attention back to him.
“So new kid?” Dean asked.
Cas shrugged, nervous but knew the question was coming.
“Yeah. Which really sucks for me.”
Dean laughed, and started to walk up the stairs.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve been going here my whole life. I’ll be happy to show you around. You a junior?”
Cas quickly followed Dean up the stairs and to the top, where he got out his schedule to show him.
“Yeah I am. Do you think we’ll have any classes or..?”
Dean took the piece of paper from Cas’s slightly shaking hand, and moved out of the way of a few of the outcast who had been lazing on the lawn, who had woken up to find that the bell rang in about three minutes.
Dean looked over the sheet twice then handed it back.
“Every class but fourth hour and fifth hour,” He said as Cas folded the piece of paper up and put it back in his pocket. “And that’s only because you’re obviously smart as hell and in some fancy math and science classes.”
They both cracked smiles, and Dean turned on his heel and started his way through the doors and down the long hallway that was the freshman’s lockers.
“Considering we have the pleasure of gym first hour, I can give you the grand tour.” He spread out his arms and pointed from the lockers to the ceiling.
“This is the Freshman’s hallway, which means nobody is usually here unless you’re leaving or going in and they never stay long.”
Dean kept up his talk about the freshman and how “even though their annoying as hell, Sammy and his friend are off limits.”
Cas didn’t catch the little slips Dean’s steps because he was too buys listening to his soft voice.
Dean didn’t catch Cas’s silence because he was too focused on Cas’s small steps behind him.
They both caught how each smiled when Dean turned around to look at Cas, just to see him walking right behind him.
Cas followed along, and though Dean couldn’t see him, he was smiling the whole way.
Dean led the way, and though Cas couldn’t see him, he was smiling at the thought of Cas following him.
“Today could’ve started off worst,” They both thought, stuck on the thoughts of each other.