Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy

by bringbackthatcastiel

Castiel Novak, very handsome but not very social, is new at his school and doesn't have any friends. Dean Winchester, cool kid and band member, needs to "get his ass out of Narnia and admit that he's gay", according to his brother Sam and his friend Charlie. Aforementioned brother and friend decide that Castiel is just the guy Dean needs. And perhaps they're right.

1. Chapter 1

Operation FDANGWWGHOOTC

(because seriously, the guy's probably in Narnia)

#10: The New Kid

Name: Castiel Novak.

Cool? Not really.

Nerdy? No idea.

Tall? I've seen taller, but he's definitely not short.

Smart? Check.

Good-looking? Very.

But will Dean like him?

As Charlie looked at the piece of paper that was lying on her desk, she thought two things. The first was that the name Operation Find Dean A Nice Guy Who Will Get Him Out Of The Closet (because seriously, the guy's probably in Narnia) was way too long and they should really change it to something else, like Operation Find Dean's Center. The other thought was that she had no idea what the answer to that last question was. Sure, the guy was hotter than the sun, super dreamy and God, those eyes, and Charlie was sure that if she'd been straight she would've fallen in love with him on first sight, but what would Dean think? After all, Dean was the cool kid and Castiel was the weird new kid. If Dean turned out to like Castiel in the first place, he'd have to sacrifice his reputation for him. Romantic, yes, but realistic?

Yes, Charlie decided. She was going to say yes, Dean would like him. The firs yes in the history of Operation Find Dean's Center. Castiel Novak was their guy. She knew it. The red-haired girl put her pen onto the paper, took a deep breath and started to write. Glancing to her left, where Sam sat, she folded the paper and passed it to him. She saw Sam grin as he read her answers. Castiel Novak was their guy. They both knew it.

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"Yo, Deano."

Dean Winchester turned around and leaned back against his locker, folding his arms.

"Charlie. What is it?"

"I forgot at what time your gig is tomorrow."

"You're lying. You want to ask me something else."

She sighed. "All right," she said before taking a deep breath, "I've only got one ticket and I can't afford another one and there's someone who I think should go but does not have a ticket so... Can I bring a plus one?"

Dean suddenly seemed to find the conversation a lot more interesting. "Ha! I knew you were dating someone."

"Actually, no. It's just a friend. Well, not a friend. Not even an acquaintance really. There's this new guy in my physics class and he's probably the only person in our year who hasn't got a ticket and I think he should come because you can't spend your first year at a new school sitting at home when you could be seeing the miracle that is The 67's, right?"

"Whoa, easy there, tiger. You can talk in shorter sentences."
"Sorry."

"So basically you want me to give you permission to bring a total stranger as your plus one because you want him to socialize?"

"Yes. Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"Sure."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

"Thanks!" Charlie went in for a hug but Dean stopped her.

"Charlie, you're my best friend and I love you, but I have a reputation to uphold."