Glasses and Leather Jackets.

So blue its not even blue.

Dean slowly pulled up to school and parked he was late, he knew that, he didn't care though. He slowly got out of his car and grabbed his book bag. He was still a little worried about the fact that he heard gun shots earlier that day but he knew that Sammy was safe, at his school, so he smiled. He was walking and all of a sudden he saw a '78 Lincoln. Dean slowly walked past sense the car was new and hated what he saw. He saw someone, A boy, holding his knees to his chest and crying. You could faintly see a bruise on his neck and you could hear him crying. Dean thought great..How do I help him? His thoughts were instantly pushed into the back of his mind as he saw his girlfriend Anna walking towards him. He smiled and ran over to her so she wouldn't see the boy crying and kissed her cheek," Hey baby!" Anna exclaimed. Dean cringed to himself. He didn't truly like Anna, but she was the popular, pretty, cheerleader and he was the buff, handsome, captain of the foot ball team so he was kind of forced to date Anna. He faked a smile and said," Hey... Sweetheart."
Him Anna, Garth, Benny, Charlie and Jo walked into school with each other. Everyone gasped and whispered and he smiled knowing they were talking about his build. Dean smiled and kissed Anna, even though he didn't want to, goodbye before he went into his first class. As soon as he walked into the door he froze.
New.kid.
Is all that went through his head. He saw the new boy drawing something and he could hear Skinny love by who knows who blaring threw the earbuds he had in his ears. He was clearly drawing something.
Is that the same boy who was crying?
No! It couldn't be! Could it?
He sighed and sat down as the bell rang. Uncle Bobby, who was also the teacher, walk in and he smiled."Welcome back to another school year of high school. Ya idjits." A couple people laughed, Dean just smiled as Bobby wrote his name on the board and looked around the room. "AH YES! Almost forgot! Castiel Novak! Please come in front of the class!" Dean raised his eyebrow. Castiel was a weird name. He saw a tall, even though he was shorter then Dean, skinny, boy wearing all black and glasses with a beanie. Dean gasped to himself. "Castiel" was way too skinny. It looked like he hasn't eaten in weeks, but he still looked strong enough to be able to knock someone out. "So! Tell us a little bit about yourself. Why ya here? What's your favorite color? What's your favorite subject?" Dean looked at "Castiel" and waiting to hear the skinny boys,probably,high voice.
"Um, I'm here because I moved around a lot." Deans breath caught in this throat.
HOLY SHIT! HE HAS A SEXY ASS VOICE FOR SOMEONE WHO LOOKS SO SKINNY! OMFG!
Wait.. Sexy...? Dean you have to act straight, stop that.
"My favorite colors black a-" Castiel was cut off by Charlie and Dean facepalmed himself as he heard Charlie scream a," No shit Sherlock!" Making everyone laugh. Including Castiel. Dean quietly gasped to himself.
His smile is so fucking s-
Is that the bruise around his neck!? OMG THAT WAS THE KID WHO WAS CRYING IN HIS CAR!
"I'll take that as a compliment." Dean couldn't help stair at the boy in front of the class, from what Dean could see he had plugs in his ears, a lip piercing, a pierced eyebrow even though it was hidden behind his glasses and a nose ring on his right hand side of his nose. He zoned out what Charlie said next but he knew it caused Castiel to smile again, which he liked. Before he knew it he saw Uriel stick out his foot to trip Castiel, but surprisingly, Castiel stepped over his foot and said in his ear," next time, don't make it so obvious, Sweetheart." Dean gasped. He just "sassed" the biggest bully in school. Uriel used to bully Dean back when Dean had glasses and braces and wasn't so built. But Dean didn't wear braces anymore, wore contacts and worked out every other day, so Uriel and his group didn't bother him anymore. Dean was surprised and token back when a pair of blue eyes looked directly into deans green ones.
OH MY FUCKING GOD! THOSE ARE SO BLUE THAT ITS NOT EVEN BLUE! IT LOOKS PHOTOSHOPPED!
Dean then realized they were framed by a black pair of glasses. His breath was no longer in his lungs because he realized those were Castiel's eyes. As soon as Dean was about to say something it seemed like Castiel was no longer, the badass punk, but a boy with piercings, anxiety and beautiful blue eyes, because Castiel quickly looked away and slowly slid further into his chair until he was about to fall off.