As he blinked at the guy before him, fraternity hazing gone horribly wrong was the only plausible explanation Dean could think of. How else did one explain the incongruous image of a disgruntled looking man, wearing nothing more than a tiny pair of white boxer briefs, angel wings and way too much body glitter stalking across the empty quad.
Well, not entirely empty. Angel-boy's blue eyes widened as he caught sight of Dean, who was headed back to his own dorm after using the gym. Clearly he wasn't thrilled to be caught out in that get up.
To alleviate the tension, Dean said, "Pledging sucks, huh? Dude, I just walked as soon as they broke out the lipstick."
For another long moment, Angel-boy looked at him warily, then he sighed. "I'm not pledging, but I assume the group of hoodlums who did this to me were."
"Ouch," Dean replied, wincing in sympathy. Most pledges on a mission gave him a wide berth, as he'd long ago learned to project a cool, don't fuck with me vibe. Angel-boy lacked that aura. "I'm Dean. Hunter Hall."
"Castiel." Angel-boy now had a name. A weird name. Probably one that got him beat up a lot as a kid. "Eden Hall."
"Dude, that's on the other side of campus," Dean said, then waved a hand at his own dorm. "C'mon, you can borrow something to wear."
Relief at the idea made Castiel smile and he replied, "Thank you. I wasn't much looking forward to the walk like this."
"No problem," Dean told him then grinned. "The wings kind of suit you though."
He couldn't be sure, cause of the poor lighting and late hour, but he thought his new friend blushed.
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