I slowly eased into consciousness, unsure of how long I was asleep. But I did know that I must've slept like a fucking rock.

I took in my surroundings: car, Dean, passenger seat, movement. Dean must've woken up at some point and taken over the wheel.

I didn't feel like moving. I just sat there in a tired slump. Screw consciousness, that's what I say.

I remained curled up in my seat, trying to go back to sleep, when I heard Dean's voice. "Mornin' sunshine."

I groaned. "How'd you know I was awake?"

"'Cause you stopped snoring."

I groaned again and sat up. "I do not snore."

He smirked. "Sure you don't."

I stretched out my aching muscles, cracking my knuckles and my neck. "Where are we?"

"I'll give you a hint; it starts with 'C' and ends with 'Anada'."

I grinned. "Finally. We're finally here. The wondrous land... of Cuba." I joked.

He shot me a bitchface, Samantha Whittaker style. "Ha, ha. You're welcome for the ride to your stupid little country here."

"Okay, so these Canadians, do they end every sentence with 'eh'? Or is it just certain moments when they feel it's appropriate?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"I dunno, you're weird, I guess."

"Whatever happened to that old philosophy of yours? Y'know, weird is another way of saying special, and special is another way of saying-"

"Too cool to be like everyone else?" I finished.

"Exactly. That's the Cas I was hoping I could find again."

"So you were looking for me."

"Yeah, I was hoping to find you, that doesn't mean I was stalking you. There's a difference."

"Not a very big one."

"Okay, change of subject; what in the hell were you dreaming about?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when you weren't giggling, you were singing some old song by Simply Red."

Damn you, Ellen.

"Then you started singing an old 'NSYNC tune. God Must've Spent A Little More Time On You?"

I decided to be sarcastic, as usual. "Really? Why, thank you, Dean! That's adorable!"

He rolled his eyes, of course. "You know what I mean."

"Wait a minute, you know 'NSYNC?"

He paused briefly. "A little."

"I can't see you as an 'NSYNC fan."

"Why not?"

"I dunno. Just can't."

"I can like 'NSYNC just as much as you!"

"Well, I haven't listened to them in years, so, yeah, I imagine so."

"Okay, well, we're in Canada now, so where do we go from here?"

"Are we in Vancouver?"

"I think we're somewhere in Ontario."

"We need to get to Vancouver. Vancouver priority."

"Why?"

"Well, Supernatural is filmed in Vancouver. Think of the opportunities."

"You just wanna hook up with Jennifer Ackles, don't you?"

"Well, she is friggin hot. And so is Jamie Padalecki."

"You are so not gonna hook up with Jennifer or Jamie. They're married."

"What about Melissa Collins? Or 'Cassidy', on the show. Huh?" I grinned.

He rolled his eyes. "She's married, too. Get real."

"Oh, come on. You know you love 'em. You know they're hot, don't deny it. Don't be a hater."

"I'm not a hater."

"You better not be. 'Cause if the haters gonna hate, then I'm gonna hate on the haters."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You certainly wouldn't."

"Okay, so, Vancouver then?"

I nodded. "Vancouver. Let's do it."

._.__._.

I walked into school feeling particularly depressed. Possibly due to the fact that this would be the last time I go to the school I wanted to be a part of until the day I graduate. Goodbye Virginia, hello Ohio.

I remember the first class of the day. English 10 with Mr. Spangler. Since it was the last day of the semester, we spent the whole class period watching some classic Simpsons episodes. We watched the one with Homer going into space, and the one where Homer gained a bunch of weight so he wouldn't have to go to work.

After that, I had Spanish II. We spent the class period finishing a test that pretty much no one finished the day before. But it was supposed to be a fiesta....

So I was pretty much bored the whole time. I'd whisper stuff to some of my friends who were sitting at the same table, but other than that, BORED!

After that was lunch. My schedule was as follows; first block, second block, A Lunch, "General Block", B Lunch, third block, and fourth block, then the day would end. See, all the classes of the day were about 90 or so minutes long, rather than however long they would be in a different school district. We had two lunches, one for us to spend time with friends in the cafeteria, or hang out in the library, gym, etcetera, and one for us to catch up on our work. "General Block" was designed to make sure we got work done or some shit. I really don't understand it. Okay, so, for the first semester, we'd have four classes, then we'd have four different classes the next semester. It was a strange way of running things, even I knew that, but it was all I knew. The only way I knew things really ran.

I always spent lunch in Room 105. It was much better than the cafeteria, without a doubt. I had friends in there. My favorite teacher, Mr. Duvall, was usually in there. He ran the classroom with the help of Mr. Lawrence, and they were both rather fun teachers. They had known for a while that I was moving, and they had apparently arranged some sort of surprise as a farewell. (Btw, Mr. Duvall and Mr. Lawrence aren't really named after SPN characters, I'm just running out of names. Just know that Mr. Duvall has red hair and Mr. Lawrence has grey hair. Okay, continue.)

There were a few students in there as well. Garth Fitzgerald, Jessica Moore, Kevin Tran, Donna Hanscum, amongst others. Garth and I were probably the closest. God, I miss that weirdo.

Mr. Lawrence looked to Duvall and said, "Mr. Duvall, can you, Mr. Garth, and Miss Jessica help get the stuff out of the back room?" There was a small room in the back of the class that was generally used as a work place. But what stuff was back there?

Duvall and the other students went back there to get whatever sort of stuff there was. I was imminently curious, and I had to know.

"What stuff?" I asked. "What sort of secrets are you hiding back there?"

And it wasn't long before they came back out with a cake, bags of chips, and soda. They put it on the table in the far left corner of the room. Was this for me?

"Well, Cas, we know this is your last day here, so we're having a fiesta for you." Lawrence was referring to when I was talking about the fiesta we were supposed to have in my Spanish class.

"Oh, wow. Sweet." I wasn't sure what to say. I was both thrilled and a bit heartbroken. Heartbroken because this was like some big reminder that I was leaving soon. I didn't want that. I didn't want that at all.

._.__._.

We soon pulled into a small motel. We both agreed that it was time to actually organize a plan or something. We rented out a room for the day where we could get everything in order. Meanwhile, I was distracted by my thoughts.

I kept thinking about how much I missed Virginia. And... yes, even Ohio. But not quite as much. Let's just say there was something... well, someone there that made it a bit more bearable.

But I couldn't think of Balthie. It only hurt now.

"Dean...?" I muttered, staring down at my hands.

He looked over at me from his bed. Thankfully, there was two this time. "What is it?"

I looked into his eyes. "I miss Virginia."

He had his sympathetic look on. I felt like he was about to go "shrink-Dean" on me like he did sometimes back in Virginia.

"I miss my friends. I miss my family. I..." I looked away from him as I said, "I miss you."

He got up and sat next to me on my bed. "I'm here now. Cas... what's with this sudden change in demeanor? I figured the last thing you would've wanted was to... have a chick flick moment." He chuckled slightly.

I recalled some of the things that happened to me in Ohio. Some of the mistakes I made. Some... horrible, stupid mistakes.

"Dean... there was someone in Ohio. I... I thought that... maybe... we could've... been together. I - I was wrong, I was more than wrong."

"What happened?"

"Horrible. It was... horrible."

"Cas," Dean put his hand on my shoulder. "You can talk to me. What happened?"

And I gave him a glimpse of my life in Ohio. Something I never thought would happen.

._.__._.

It was my first day at this, at first glance, horrible new school. I was sure of myself here; I'd hate it. But, little did I know, I'd meet someone who'd change everything.

I barely managed to get to school on time, and my first thought as the bell rang was, "Oh shit. I don't know where any of my classes are."

And so, I made a decision at that moment. I decided that if I looked like I knew what I was doing, I'd be fine. Hopefully.

So I began to wander. Aimlessly. Hopelessly. I had no idea what I was doing, but whatever it was, it made me feel stupid. I'd never make it through this school year.

After about ten minutes of hopelessness, a teacher found me. "Excuse me? Do you need help?"

I looked at the teacher who called me out. "Oh, um, I'm new. I just... have no idea what I'm doing here." I chuckled uncomfortably.

"Oh! Well, let me take you to the office so we can get everything straightened out."

I let her take me to the office, where I felt even more hopeless and pathetic, if that was even possible.

There was a teacher I was supposed to wait for, Mr. Hendrickson. I met him the previous Friday when we were going over curriculum and other crap. He would help me figure out everything in regards to my schedule.

He soon came out of his office and greeted me. I just wanted to get the day done and over with, I had very important procrastinating to do.

He then introduced me the Hale, who would show me to all my classes. I felt pretty dumb for needing a fucking tour guide, but I said nothing.

She showed me to my classes and my locker, when she asked me something I wasn't expecting to hear.

"Do you do drugs?"

I looked at her incredulously. "What? No."

"Well, you might wanna be careful. You could fall in with the wrong crowd."

Boy, was she right about that.

I soon went to my first class, which was Fine Arts I. The teacher wasn't too strict about seating, so I sat at the first table I saw. With one other boy. A... very cute boy.

Even though I told myself I couldn't see boys like that anymore.

After a couple moments of complete silence, he spoke up. "You're new here, right?" He spoke with a slight English accent.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah." I nodded awkwardly.

"Where'd you move from?"

"Um, Virginia."

"How do you like it here so far?"

"Well... uh...." For some reason, I couldn't just say I hated it with a passion.

"Haven't been here long enough?" He grinned.

I chuckled. "Yeah."

"I get it. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

And pretty soon, the bell rang, and I had to look at my schedule I'd gotten from Mr. Hendrickson. Creative Writing. Room 113.

I'd kinda sorta forgotten where it was.

I'd never really been big on remembering things, but this was ridiculous. I kinda blamed the boy who had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen.

SHUT UP, HORMONES!

I asked the teacher where room 113 was from her classroom, when the cute boy spoke up. "I can take you there. I know where it is."

I was quick to take up that offer. He lead me through the "Main Street", which was what they called it for some reason. I couldn't help but love this boy. He was so unbelievably cute. I knew this had to be some reaction to my breakup with... Dean. It had to have been my brain's idea of closure. SHUT UP, BRAIN!

We stopped outside Room 113. "My name's Balthazar, by the way. What's your name?"

I grinned shyly. "Uh... Castiel."

"Castiel. Well, nice to meet you."

"Y-you, too."

I was smitten without reason. It was just a stupid crush and I would get the fuck over it. I had to. I would not love the cute British boy.