Cas was sitting on the couch in the drama room, playing on his phone and chatting with a few friends when he noticed the teacher stroll in with who had to be a new student. "Who's that?" Gabe whispered to Cas, leaning over onto his shoulder. Cas smiled. "I don't know. He's pretty cute though."

Gabe shrugged. "Eh, not really my type."

Balthazar chimed in now. "Who?" He looked up from his phone, nonchalantly. "Oh, that's Dean Winchester. 'Transferred from Kansas. I hear he's got a brother in 9th grade." He looked back to his phone, and flipped out his key board.

Cas nodded. "Yeah? That's cool. I think I might talk to him."

Gabe laughed. "Yeah, okay. Since when do you talk to boys?"

"Look at those arms. That's not a boy, that's a man." He giggled. "And I talk to them since... he's going to be my partner for our next scene." He winked, and got up.

Gabe rolled his eyes. "I thought I was your partner! We had it planned out!"

Cas shrugged, "I think it's time I start stepping out of my shyness. Don't you?" He turned to face the teacher as he approached. "Hello, Mrs. Stanley. Who's this?"

The boy turned pink in the face, and stuttered as he spoke. "I'm Dean."

"Cute name." He smiled. "Does he have a partner yet for the scene we're doing tomorrow?" Cas asked Mrs. Stanley.

She shook her head, and twirled out between the two boys, her blonde locks flowing over her shoulders in large circle like her tie-dyed skirt had done too. "He's all yours Castiel."

"You can call me Cas if you want." Cas said, stepping a little closer. "What kinds of things do you like to do?"

Dean laughed. "Well, nothing that's appropriate for a drama skit."

"Oh." Cas felt his cheeks start to burn. "Have you taken drama before, or are you new to this? Depending on that, I could show you a few things. Acting tips, how to write lines, things like that. Are you shy, or are you alright with playing a more dominant role?"

Cas' cheeks were crimson. His whole face probably was, but his lips curled into a small smirk at his question to Dean. It would ultimately show if Dean was straight or not. Dean noticed the color in his pale face. He looked like an angel. It sounded cliche, but it was true!

Dean smiled, leaning in and admiring how blue Cas' eyes really were. "You're cute." He said, leaning over onto the counter top that Cas was beginning to write notes down on for their scene. "And dominance is definitely my game." Dean added.

Castiel looked over at him, and let his hand fall dormant. "Dean, are you hitting on me?" He could feel Gabe's eyes on them both.

"I don't know. Is it working? Let's get dinner. Better yet, let me make you dinner." Dean replied, leaning closer now. He noted how pretty Dean's lips were. They were pink, and so full. So lush. Agh!

He smiled, and nudged him. "I don't know, can you cook?"

Mrs. Stanley called for the class to meet up. "We have a few scenes to do today, due to absences. Cas, over here please." She waved him over with a finger or two.

"Watch me." Cas said to him, and ran off, standing at the front of the group sitting on the floor. "Gabe, and Bal. I need you two, too, yknow. Kinda the reason we have to do it today. If you wouldn't skip class.."

They rose with a grunt and a sigh, and Mrs. Stanley settled in at the back of the class with a pad and pen, taking notes of their performance. Dean watched from the counter. Castiel was so... lively. He could get used to that. It was way better than the last guy he'd been with. He'd been sorta boring, and really, really jealous. He pushed away the thoughts of the ex, and focused on Cas.