Anonymous asked: I've been sleeping with this guy for a few weeks, and now he won't talk to me. Completely ignores my calls and texts. I don't know what I did wrong! Help!
Clarence: Nonny, I'd say let him go! It's college. People have sex. If he didn't give you a reason, and you're not a crazy person, then it probably was not anything you did to make him distance himself. Let yourself have one pity party night of Ben & Jerry's, The Notebook and Kleenex. Then shake it off and keep on keepin' on! xx

Hit Publish. Log off. Close laptop. Dump out the cold coffee that's been sitting on my table for the past hour.

Cas sighed, rubbing away the stagnant feeling from his eyeballs. He stretched, allowing an ungodly groan to escape out into the warmth of his dorm room. For September it was fucking cold outside. Unfortunately living in Illinois for 21 years didn't have any correlation to Cas' resilience to cold weather. Cas was more of a summertime, lemonade-on-a-hot-day kind of guy. None of this snowman, hot cocoa, Christmas carols bullshit. Thankfully, having a single in the RA hall of his dorm meant Cas easily escaped the holiday hubbub he so despised. Unless Meg coerced him into a torturous ritual of what she called 'celebrating'.

He wriggled his shoulders uncomfortably at the thought, which conversely made him realize he was sore, tired, and hungry. Lurching to his feet, he hobbled to the fridge. Lamely, he reached in to pull out the pizza box that occupied the space next to his beer. Pizza and beer for three nights in a row didn't signify some sort of problem, did it? Cas realized he didn't quite care as he munched on the cold slice of pepperoni, finishing it within the minute, along with a few swigs of a leftover beer from the night before.

Cas wouldn't ever dare describe himself as a messy guy, but in the midst of his classes, his blog, working as an RA, and applying to grad school, the dorm had gotten a fair amount of neglect since he moved in August. He swept a few discarded pairs of socks over to the doorway of the bathroom, scattering a flock of dust bunnies along with them. As the little red numbers on the clock switched to 1:00 AM, Cas threw himself onto his well-worn futon. Sleep washed over him like a warm tidal wave, eradicating any further thoughts rolling around in his head.

x x x

"Why would I ever want to take a Pop Culture class?!"

That was honestly the most ridiculous suggestion Meg had ever thrown him. And she'd suggested sharing a dorm room.

"Aw angel, c'mon. I wanna take it. You could benefit from at least understanding half of my vocabulary." She twisted her fingers through the dark tendrils at the nape of his neck, coaxing out an involuntary shiver. He seriously hated when she did that; she always thought it meant she was turning him on, when really she was just stimulating certain sensory nerves that triggered his muscles to convulse. Not much about Meg revved Cas' engine these days. He batted her hand away, placating her need for touch by entwining their fingers together.

"Cas that stuff is going to kill you."

Cas finished the Monster with excessive flourish, leaning his head all the way back, smacking his lips loudly as he put the can down. Meg hated when he drank energy drinks, but with his recent lack of sufficient rest he couldn't afford to go un-caffeinated these days. He might also drink them in front of her on purpose, just to get a rise out of her. He finally answered her with a shrug, tossing the can in to the trash bin with ease.

"Everyone dies Meg. I'm gonna go out the way I want to."

"Wow Cas, such happy thoughts so early in the day. Careful, you might enjoy life if you keep thinking that way." The venom in Meg's voice was empty, fruitless. Sarcasm was her default mode, and it's what Cas enjoyed most about her. They had met in their sophomore Religious Histories class; they spent the next 90 minutes arguing over moral rightness, then proceeded to fuck in the girls' bathroom down the hall afterward. They'd been on and off since then, a relationship born out of intrigued convenience. Cas really couldn't bother with keeping a steady relationship when his time was devoted to much more important things. Thankfully Meg was equally as busy. They were in a comfortable companionship, albeit occasionally irritating.

"Fine, Meg, if you wanna take this stupid-ass pop culture class I'll do it, but only for the extra credits. Plus grad schools will probably like the break in monotony of my schedule. Shows motivation. Or whatever." Cas shrugged, ambivalence rolling off him. She was right; at least he'd understand some of her god forsaken references about Star Wars and all the other stuff that he apparently should know about because having a Tumblr apparently meant he was supposed to follow blogs that posted things about it.

A weak beep sounded from within his pants pocket. He wiggled away from Meg's grasp to pry his phone out, checking the email. Another anonymous person asking how to win back their girlfriend because Anonymous fucked up and forgot girlfriend's birthday. Cas chuckled to himself when he realized people would definitely not ask him for relationship advice if they knew that he had a long-standing friends-with-benefits situation going on. Oh well. Too late now.

Meg's hand rested gently on his shoulder. "Angel, if you're gonna take this Pop Culture class with me, we'd better go. It's over in the Ansler Center cross campus."

"Ah yeah, okay. Let's go, devil woman." Cas spoke the name with fondness. "Let's see what this shindig is all about."

x x x

They made it to class with 30 seconds to spare. The man, whom Cas assumed to be the professor, cleared his throat loudly as students settled into their seats. Meg shoved Cas to the only two open seats available. He found himself in the front row, next to a dirty blond kid with horn-rimmed glasses. Meg crowded him on his right side, whispering apologies to everyone around them. The professor called himself Jim, they were all to do the same.

"Excuse me, sir?" A delightfully deep voice stirred next to Cas. Well that's going to be interesting.

"Ah yeah, what's up Winchester?" Oh great, so this kid knew the teacher? Cas was definitely going to pick a new seat next class. If he even came to the next class.

"I was just wondering how far back we'll be going with pop culture references? Like am I gonna get to say "may the fourth be with you" in May? Or ya know, talk about gigawatts for a DeLorean? Or-."

"Dean, calm yourself. We'll be covering those references, and much more, yes." Jim was shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Cas felt this kid shift beside him, only to realize he, uh, Dean, was now facing him. Cas granted him half a turn and a crooked eyebrow.

"Dude this is gonna be awesome, am I right?!" That baritone vibrated over Cas' skin, right into his bones. He quickly cleared the growing lump in his throat to mumble a reply.

"Yeah, uh, awesome."

And hell if Cas didn't notice Dean's bright clover green eyes, and full lips, and quaint freckles covering the expanse of his face, it might have been an awesome class, except that Cas' erection became painful after the third question.