Fingers intertwine as two matching pairs of Converse hit school hallway tiles. Dean purses his lips. "A.P. Art today?" he asks, but he knows the answer. He had memorized Castiel's schedule by now. He watches as a mess of dark hair bobs up and down in a nod.
"Calculus?"
Dean nods back, knowing full well that Cas had known his answer too. He runs a hand through his light hair, styled and spiked to impress his partner.
Castiel blinks and smiles. He watches as Dean averts his eyes, stroking the trench coat he was wearing (a birthday present from Cas). He probably didn't realize that he was doing- one of the things Cas loved about him.
Dean gathers himself to look at Castiel, sending a tidal wave that runs through Cas' ocean-blue irises to his matching knit socks.
His eyes can send Castiel into a trance. Green in its most vibrant shade with flecks of gold and brown.
Dean blushes and shuffles in his heavy coat. People push into them, forcing the two to plow through crowds of backpacks and hoodies, but they make it.
"Movies tonight?" Dean inquires, turning to his classroom.
"Movies tonight," Castiel confirms, pecking him lightly on the cheek.