Castiel found himself standing on the sidewalk in front of a run down high school. He sighed, not looking forward to searching for his ward in the crowds of teenagers. The only thing his Superior told him was that he was to find his ward and watch over him, either until the ward died, or Castiel did something wrong. In the case of most Guardian Angels they managed to protect their wards without ever having them know that they are an angel, and are friends with them until they die.

Castiel was instructed not to become attached to his ward, but Castiel knew that wouldn't be easy. He always had stronger emotions than the other angels and had trouble controlling them as well.

He made sure that the glamour on his wings was up, which caused his wings to be unable to be seen or felt by humans. He walked towards the door of the school, pulling his trench coat around him. He received several odd looks from the students as they saw his attire. 

Castiel pulled out the schedule he was given, supposedly it was the same as his ward's. The first class was English, he started to shuffle down the hallway among the other students. Suddenly a pounding ache began to pulse through his head. An image of a boy in a leather jacket flashed in his head. The name Dean Winchester seared into his mind. The image faded and he blinked. He ran a hand through his dark hair.

Castiel found the classroom and stepped inside. Seated in the back was Dean. Castiel looked at him, his spiked dirty blonde hair, his green eyes. Dean's arm was slung over the back of his chair and his feet up on the desk.

Castiel walked to the back of the room and sat down besides Dean. The boy looked over at him. "Hey,"

Castiel nodded. "Hello,"

"I'm Dean,"

Castiel nodded again, looking into Dean's eyes. "I know,"

From the weird look Dean gave him, he knew that was the wrong thing to say.
Dean had started to turn to talk to someone else.

"I'm Castiel....Novak," he said quickly.

Dean scoffed and glanced at Castiel. "Are you kidding?"

Castiel frowned. "Why would I be joking about my own name?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Never mind,"

Castiel sighed, looking away, he had already made a fool of himself. When the bell rang the teacher stood up and started talking. Castiel looked around him and saw the other students taking notes. He decided he would have to at least try to act like a student. There was a flaw in that plan however. He didn't have any paper or anything to write with.

He nudged Dean and the boy looked at him, eyebrows raised. "I need paper, and a pencil,"

Dean pulled a notebook and a pencil out of his backpack, he turned back to Castiel to give them to him, but he was looking out the window.

"Cas, here," Dean muttered.

Castiel took the supplies, watching Dean. The nickname had sent a rush of pleasure through him. He had no idea why.

As the teacher talked he absentmindedly wrote notes down in the journal. He caught Dean looking over his shoulder. "What the hell is that, Cas?"

Castiel looked down at the notes. He had written them in Enochian, God's language. He tried to cover it up with his arm. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

Dean shook his head. "I'm not an idiot, I know that wasn't English,"

Castiel rushed to think of a reply but was saved by the bell and the students got up and began to file out of the classroom.

Dean got up and walked out, Castiel followed him. About halfway down the hallway Dean looked back at him. "Why are you following me?"

Castiel blinked and looked at him. "I have the same classes as you,"

Dean frowned, licking his lips. "Alright,"

Castiel walked up next to Dean and matched his stride. As they walked, Dean kept glancing at Castiel's trench coat. "Why are you wearing this thing anyways?"

Castiel looked down, at a loss for an answer. Dean sighed. "Never mind then,"

They walked into a classroom and they sat down. Dean started talking about some football game and Castiel listened, not really taking in anything Dean said. Instead he was losing himself in Dean's eyes. Castiel thought that Dean's eyes were gorgeous. He shook his head. Where did that come from? He reminded himself again, that he couldn't become attached.

A/N
This is my first Destiel fic so I hope you like it! I want to give a shout-out to TenebyCat for helping me come up with the title and the idea, (it's based off of a rp) so go follow her, she's awesome!