AN at the end...
Cas taps his pen against his notebook, even though he can feel the glares his classmates are giving him. He couldn't care less, mostly because he's already read all of Shakespeare, and they were reading Othello, which Cas read as a junior in high school. He's a sophomore in college now.
The door opens right when the teacher is about to start the class, and in walks a new kid, handing her a slip of paper. Tall, light brown hair, green eyes. Completely normal, completely average kid. Kind of handsome.
Cas doesn't pay New Guy any more attention than the lesson the teacher was giving. Instead, he works on his Physics homework, which is basically hieroglyphics to him. He's trying to focus, but the teacher is droning on and on about everything surrounding Othello, and not directly talking about it.
Teachers, these days. That's why Cas wants to become a teacher. Everybody's attention on him and not one of his many brothers and sisters.
Speaking of siblings, Cas turns on his phone, smiling at his wallpaper of the now-six-month-old-twins his mother is holding. The newest additions to the Novak household, Ion and Inias. Rachel was next to them, smiling up at the camera with big rosy cheeks.
Cas had missed the birth, since he studied abroad this past spring in England. His mother called him right before he left and told him two things. One, he had a cousin in the area of England Cas was going named Balthazar, and two, he had two more brothers.
Balthazar was, in Cas' total honest opinion, crazy. He slept between the hours of noon and six, getting up, and just starting the day. He drank, which in England is legal, yet Cas wasn't used to it (still isn't), slept with men and women alike, and regarded every single rule thrown at him with a dismissive wave.
Cas absolutely loved it there. He wants to go back soon, but he needs a job and money, no matter how loud Balthazar drunkenly yells that he can pay for it all.
To make money, Cas decided to advertise tutoring in Shakespeare, since he has read and understood every book, play, and novel. So far, no takers.
The class is over, Thank the Lord, and Cas packs up slowly. His phone starts vibrating, and Cas sees it's a number he doesn't know. He's about to ignore it when he realizes it might be someone calling about the tutoring.
"Hello?" He says as he exits the classroom and slowly heads to the coffee shop about ten minutes from here.
There's a pause, and then, "Uh, hi. Is this, uh," Cas hears paper rustling at the other end, "Castiel Novak?"
Cas clears his throat, mysteriously going dry at the person's voice. "Yes. How can I help you?"
Another pause, a quick intake of breath, people murmuring in the background. "I just started this English course, and we're learning about Shakespeare and Othello and I'm already totally lost."
"So you want help?" Cas asks, because technically, the guy didn't ask yet.
"Yeah. Can we meet today?"
Cas has to look at his phone for a moment, one because he's never actually tutored anyone besides his younger siblings, and two, this is probably the new kid in his class. "Today?"
The guy chuckles. "Like I said, completely lost."
He smiles a little. "Sounds good. Where do you want to meet?" Cas looks forward, and sighs happily at the sight of the cafe.
"The library, I guess?" The guy says, sounding a little unsure. Never been tutored then, Cas thinks. Something in common.
"Awesome," Cas responds, and finally opens the door to the shop, and breathes in the scent of baked goods and coffee. "I'm free after four."
"I have something at four so maybe 4:45?" He asks.
Cas agrees, and hangs up before he realizes he has no idea what the guy's name is. This is going to be a fun evening.
It's his turn to order. He doesn't even have to look up as he pulls out his wallet. "Medium mocha cappuccino." He gets out the crumpled five dollar bill, and he goes to hand it to the cashier, when his eyes widen.
New Guy's standing there, mouth hanging open. Cas glances over his shoulder at the other, students, tapping their feet impatiently. Cas shoves the bill over he counter, face persuasive enough to get him moving.
He moves too fast and Cas can't read his name tag before the guy turns his back to make his drink. Cas moves to the side a little to let the next person place their order. New Guy refuses to look anywhere but at the machine he's using.
It beeps, and Cas is so focused on New Guy's back to notice a pair of arms start to wrap around his waist and tighten their hold. Cas jumps, and he looks at the culprit.
"Damn it, Jo!" He says, but hugs her back anyway.
"I haven't seen you since Monday," Jo says, thumping his back with her fist once.
Cas shrugs. "It's only Thursday, Jo. No need to dismember me yet."
Jo lets go, and takes a step back, then punches him in the shoulder. Cas groans, but doesn't give her the satisfaction of rubbing his arm.
"You have a problem," Cas says.
She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, I'm the one with a problem-"
"Uh, Castiel?" New Guy says, accidentally interrupting Jo.
Cas grabs his drink, and sees New Guy's name. He smiles as he glances at him. "See you at 4:45, Dean."
Cas manhandles Jo to the back of the shop so Dean doesn't see the blush encompassing most of his upper body.
Jo raises an eyebrow when they reach a table out of sight of the front area. "Who was that?" She asks.
"Nobody," Cas says hurriedly. He drinks his cappuccino carelessly, and burns his entire mouth. "Damn it!"
"You seem a bit..." Jo searches for the right word, "flustered."
Cas glares at her. "Shut up, Jo. I am n-"
"Castiel?"
"What?" Cas snaps, then slaps a hand over his mouth. He sees Dean standing there, stupid apron tied around his stupid neck and waist, with his stupid mouth open again. You're such a child, he thinks to himself.
Dean swallows, and holds out his fist, then drops money on the table. "You forgot your change," he says, then rushes back to the register, and Cas' apology dies on his tongue.
Jo looks far more amused than she should in this situation. "Go to hell, Jo," Cas says as he rests his forehead in his palms.
"Let's go together." Jo chuckles, and holds out her hand. "Give me your Physics homework."
Cas reluctantly grabs his bag, and hands her the notebook. She flips through, making faces at Cas' equations, as well as making disapproving noises to accompany the faces.
"You should just drop the class," she says as she flattens the papers down with her hands.
He grunts. "Nothing better."
Jo rolls her eyes, but doesn't respond. She starts to write, and Cas is forced to think in the humming silence of the shop.
He really didn't mean to scare Dean or whatever, and he feels a little bad he didn't say anything as Dean left. A simple, "Dean," would've stopped him (Cas thinks), and then an, "I'm sorry," to end it.
Tutoring is going to be a little strange at first, with Cas' inexperience with other people in general, plus, he hates to admit it, Dean's somewhat, almost, sort of, conventionally attractive.
No, no, bad Cas, Cas chastises. This has to go well; it's his take-off point for raking in the money. England is waiting for him.
It's been a while since I last wrote something, and I've decided that I'm done watching season 9. I'm having some personal problems with the show, and I don't want to think about what they're doing to Destiel anymore. But I will continue writing as long as I have ideas (and I have a bunch, just getting them into words and actual stories is a bitch and a half), plus I have school, so I might not be able to update as often as I want. Fear not, for I will never leave a work unfinished.