A/N: Hi everyone! Here's the random Supernatural one-shot I mentioned in...I actually can't remember where I mentioned it, but(!) I do remember mentioning it. Just mentioning I'm not 100% sure how OOC Dean and Cas are because I've only just begun to be in the Supernatural fandom, and therefore had to do some research before I wrote this (aka I read Destiel fanfics such as Twist and Shout which is why there is a reference in here hehehe...help our souls). Anywho, the reason I wrote this in case y'all are now confused is because...cue drum roll...tomorrow is my friend's birthday! Well, if you're on the east coast of 'Murica it's techncially today because it's 10 P.M. over here sooo...it is technically already her birthday! She is referring to my darling flute friend, Mary (aka Merry), and because she is a dear and is LEAVING ME (the near) and is AN ADULT (ASDFGHJKL), I decided why not make her a birthday present that doesn't actually cost me money because I'm a broke high school student. Ta da! Here is my attempt. If you want more info on this whole thing, I'll have a happy birthday Mary author's note at the bottom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Which is probably a good thing. I don't need more help getting into to hell thankyouverymuch.

Castiel was ridiculously pissed off. He hated his new house, he hated his new school, but mostly he hated his lab partner with a burning passion. His name was Dean Winchester. He was conceited, paid absolutely no attention in class, and was a huge flirt. Needless to say, Castiel was not amused. As he walked into his Chemistry class, Castiel mentally prepared himself for the battle ahead.

"You can't listen to Elvis in jail," he muttered to himself as Dean sauntered in.

"Hi ya, Cas," Dean said as he took his assigned seat next to Castiel.

Castiel sighed. "Hello, Dean."

Dean smirked and grabbed a piece at his shirt with his thumb and index finger. "So Cas, you like my shirt?"

Castiel raised an eyebrow. Yet again Dean was wearing a t-shirt with a name of a band Castiel didn't recognize. Who the hell was Kansas anyway? "Um…why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you know what it's made of."

"Probably some cheap material from China."

Dean sighed and shook his head, but was still smiling. "No Cas, it's made of boyfriend material."

Castiel groaned. "Oh, my God. You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope!"

"What do I have to do to get you to leave me alone?"

"Go on a date with me."

"Anything besides that?"

"Nope!"

Castiel sighed, and then nodded. "Alright, fine."

"Are you serious?"

"One date. One!"

"Trust me Cas, it will be the best date of your life."

Castiel snorted. "Ha, good luck with that."

Again, Castiel was ridiculously pissed off. He actually did have the best date of his life. He thought the date would've gone horribly wrong and that Dean was as horrible as he thought. Unfortunately, it was quite the contrary. The date was fantastic and so was Dean. First he took Castiel to a diner, and it started off like any normal date.

"What is this place?" Castiel asked as he took in the décor.

"A little hole in the wall Sammy and I found a while back," Dean replied.

"Who's Sammy?"

"My little brother."

"I didn't know you had a brother."

"You never asked. I, however, know you have two brothers."

"Everyone knows about Gabriel and Michael, Dean."

"I'm still one step ahead of you."

"Shut up."

After dinner, Dean took Castiel to the science museum. There was a new exhibit they put in about bees, and he remembered Castiel mentioning he loved them. Castiel was not only amazed that Dean remembered, but that he put that knowledge to actual use. The feeling shifted quickly when Dean got bored and tried to talk about things he knew about – besides Castiel of course.

"How do you not know who Kansas is?!" Dean exclaimed.

Castiel sighed. "Dean, I listen to Elvis. Do you really expect me to know anything about Kansas besides the fact that it's a state?"

"Alright, good point. But Cas?"

"Yes?"

"Elvis? Really?"

"Yes Elvis! You'll have to deal with it if…"

"If…what?"

"If nothing. You just have to deal with it."

Dean smiled. "Sure."

Now back in his Chemistry class the next day, Castiel surprisingly smiled fondly. He really did have the best date of his life, and okay so he wasn't that surprised. But if you're going to hate a guy you have to have a constant streak! Right? As Dean walked into class, a plan formed in Castiel's mind. Dean was looking distracted, worried even, and hardly even registered the 'Hello' Castiel shot at him.

"Dean? Are you okay?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," Dean replied even sounding out of it.

"Great! I wanted to ask you a question."

"Mhm." Castiel frowned and then nudged Dean to get his attention. "Sorry, you were saying?"

"I said I have a question for you."

"Alright, shoot."

"So I was looking at my shirt this morning, you know checking the labels and such. What do you think it's made out of?"

"Um…cotton?"

Castiel smirked. "No Dean, it's made of boyfriend material."

A/N: Aaaand...it's over! Who knew I could actually write a one-shot, like what even?

Anywho, happy birthday Mary! You're now officially an adult holy crapcakes! I hope your birthday is as wonderful as you are dear! I also hope you enjoyed this intense fluff because knowing me, I absolutely did Destiel no justice whatsoever. Whoops. I tried for you though! Anywho, I know I've only known you since...August-ish, but you've made a HUGE impact on my life. You're a big part of it now. Who knew it would go from talking about Doctor Who to pining over our adorable male flute player and his older brother?! These few months have flown by and yet I have very fond memories with you. Keep being amazingful, and don't forget to visit me when you *sob* leave the hell-hole we call a school. Plotting the murder of almost the entire band won't be the same without you. Thank for ruining my life (in a good way) even more than it already was.

Ciao e ti amo (Goodbye and I love you),

Athineath~