Sam's POV

Sam opened his locker as the warning bell for school rang in the background. As he grabbed his math textbook, he noticed it. The envelope with his name written on it. Another one. Smiling, he grabbed it, put it in his pocket to read later, and hurried off to math class.

Later

The math teacher had given them work time, and she was currently sitting at her desk reading some romance novel. Perfect. Reaching into his pocket, Sam pulled out the envelope and examined it. It was a little smaller than regular envelopes, and had a little heart sticker taping it shut. Just like the others from days before. Careful not to make much noise, he slowly pryed the sticker from the paper and pulled out the small note that was in the envelope. Glancing around to make sure nobody was watching, he began to read it. It was another love note. For a few months now, he had been receiving these notes from a 'secret admirer' in his locker a few mornings a week. He wouldn't admit it, but he loved how cutely romantic they were. Such sappy words...

"Whatcha readin' Sam?"

Shit.

"Screw off Bela" Sam hissed at her. A foreign exchange student and his brother Dean's girlfriend, Sam often butted heads with her. He honestly could not see what Dean saw in her.

"Oh I'm sorry. It one of your secret spy notes?"

Sam glared a few daggers at her and put the note away, returning to math. He could never read that stuff with Bela over his shoulder.

'Still' Sam's mind wandered as he began solving how much fabric Tegan would need to refurbish a chair. 'Even if they are really sweet, it's not like you love them back.'

This was a problem in Sam's daily life. He was in love with his best friend, Castiel.

Castiel's POV

Castiel sighed down at the note folded neatly in his hands. Another one had showed up yesterday, and he still hadn't gotten around to reading it. These broke his heart. Slowly opening the note, his heart sank further. Another note full of perfectly worded romance. He couldn't deal with this. Some poor bastard was completely in love with him, trying to show it, but it didn't matter. Castiel didn't love them back. It was a cruel mirror of his own situation. Secretly pouring your soul out to someone who didn't love you back. The fact that he was causing someone else to go through this was torture.

'Unreciprocated feelings' Cas mused. 'Life isn't supposed to be this like those lame romantic dramas.'

"Hey, Cas!"

Speak of the devil. Cas quickly shoved the paper in his pocket and looked up at the owner of the voice.

"Hello, Sam."

Sam smiled at him and sat down next to him on the bench. Cas felt himself flush for a moment before moving over a bit to give Sam some room.

"So how was your spare?" Sam asked.

"Ok, I guess. A bit boring. How was math?"

"Bad. Bela was bugging me again." Sam scowled at his knees. Cas smirked at this. He couldn't help but be amused by Sam's annoyed face.

"What about?"

"This." Sam pulled out a small envelope. The envelope Castiel had put his love note to Sam in.

Swallowing, he pretended to examine it.

"W-what is it?"

"It's a love letter," Sam smiled. "Apparently I have a secret admirer. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

"It's fine."

"Cool. Anyways, I've been getting these in my locker a few days a week. Somebody's got it bad."

'You're telling me,' Cas thought. "Do you know who it is?"

"Nope. It's probably a girl though. It's got really neat handwriting, see?"

"Yeah."

"It's too bad though." Sam muttered.

"Hmmm?" Cas looked up at his friend's face.

"Well, whoever's writing these, they seem really great. I just...don't love them back. I already kinda like someone else."

Cas turned to look at his hands. It was probably that bitch Ruby. Or heck, maybe Amelia, the senior. Either way, it couldn't be him.

"That is rather disappointing, for your admirer," Cas replied blankly.

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but the bell that warned them to proceed to their next classes stopped him.

"Well, I should go. See you later!" Sam got up and walked towards the building that his next class took place in.

"Yeah, later.." Castiel watched his friend leave. 'I know you don't love me, Sam,' he though as he walked towards his English class. 'But that doesn't stop me from loving you.'