Sam rolled his eyes at Dean. "Dude, what's with the leather jacket."

"The hardcore biker vibe gets the dudes man."

"Uh huh. Whatever."

"Sure works a helluva lot better than the bookworm thing you've got goin' on. I've gotten laid how many times in the last, i dunno, month?"

"You can't prove it casanova."

"Sure I can prove it." Dean looked around, spotting a cute dark-haired boy at the registration table. He smirked and winked at Sam. "Watch this," he said.

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Gabe nudged Cas. "Hottie alert."

"Where?" Cas asked, not looking up from the registration sheet he was double checking.

"Heading over here, apparently." At that Cas looked up. And damn, Gabe was right. The man was wearing well worn black jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt that hugged his muscled body in all the right places, combat boots, and a leather jacket that fit perfectly with the 5 o'clock shadow peppering his chiseled jaw. His GQ-worthy face bore an i-just-had-hot-kinky-sex kind of smirk as he sauntered up to the table.

"Hey, I'm Dean Winchester, this is where I register, right?" He smiled at Cas, and Cas almost melted in his chair. The guy- Dean -had these amazing green eyes, and- Gabe coughed to bring Cas back from his stupor.

"Uh y-yeah. Just, uhm, find your name on this sheet," Cas pushed the clipboard toward him, "and sign your initials so you can pick up your dorm room key."

Dean glanced back at Sam and grinned. Watch this, he mouthed. Sam's eyes widened, then he shook his head in disbelief and sighed. Dean smirked and turned back around. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked the blue-eyed boy in front of him.

"Castiel."

"Castiel...?"

"N-Novak."

Dean flipped the registration sheet to the 'N' Section and found Castiel Novak. He slid his finger across to the phone number column and scribbled the number on his palm. Sliding the packet back to Castiel, he winked and said, "Call ya later Cas."

As Dean sauntered away from the table, Cas was having trouble picking his jaw up off the table. Gabe looked pretty shocked as well.

"Holy fucking shit. Lil nerd Cassie just got hit on by a smooth-as-fuck biker dude. Did hell just freeze over, or what?" Cas punched Gabe in the arm. "Ow!"

"I can't believe that just happened to me."

"Hey man, you're good looking enough. Some guys like the whole nerd thing."

"I guess..."

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Dean walked over to Sam. "So I got his number, and he was totally swooning. Let's see if you can do any better."

"No dude, it wouldn't be fair. I'm so much sexier."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever, fine. I'll be back."

"Where are you going?"

"You'll see." Half an hour later, Dean was back, but in nicer jeans, a button down, converse, and glasses.

"What..." Sam was dumbfounded.

"Just watch," said Dean.

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Cas watched as Dean walked over to the table, in different clothes for some reason. "Hey Dean, what's up?" He asked, trying to sound cool.

"Um. I'm not Dean. You might have met my twin." The man smiled apologetically.

"Oh! I'm sorry, you look exactly alike." Cas wanted to kick himself. Of course they do, you idjit. They're twins.

"Haha, yeah, that tends to happen with identical twins," the man joked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Anyway, can I sign in?"

"Oh! right, of course." Cas explained the sign-in process and handed him the clipboard.

"I'm John by the way," the man said. "John Winchester. I hope my brother wasn't too forward with you. He likes to play with guys' hearts." John handed the clipboard back.

"I see..." Cas felt disapointed.

"But, he's never cheated on anyone. He's just a big tease." John shrugged. "Some guys like it."

Cas grinned. "He seemed pretty self-confident."

John rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no shortage of ego on that one. Listen, could I get your number? I really enjoy talking to you, and I'd like to meet up sometime." Cas was speechless. Two handsome guys hitting on him in one day?

"Y-yeah, sure." Cas stuttered. John grinned, and after getting Cas' number, he walked away from the table.

"Holy crap," said Gabe. "Did you spray pheromones on you this morning or something? Those brothers looked at you like you were a popsicle and they were in Texas in the summer."

"Shut up, Gabe. " Cas sighed and laid his head on the table.

"You know you love me." His best-friend grinned.

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Dean sauntered over to Sam. "So, how much you wanna bet?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "On what?"

"Nerdy me, 'John', wins the cutie's heart."

"Hmmmn..." Sam thought. "I'll pay for beer for a month."

"Deal."

"And Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You know this isn't a good idea, right?"

"Probably not," Dean smirked. "But when have I ever had good ideas?"

"Touche."

Reviews are greatly appreciated, so is constructive criticism. This is just an intro, the next chapters will be longer. Please let me know if you like the idea and if I should continue with it.