"Dude, you're signing up for acting?" Alistair jeered as he watched Dean fill out his senior year registration form. Dean didn't respond.

"I wouldn't do that, brotha. They'll knock you otta there 'fore you can get your socks on." Benny warned from the desk behind Dean.

"I don't have a choice, Benny." Dean finally replied with a sigh.

"'Course you have a choice!" There's programmin, cookin, hell, even pottery!" Benny protested. Dean dropped his pen and put up his hands as their homeroom teacher picked up his form.

"Now I can't change it." Dean gave both of his teammates a glare. It's not as if he didn't understand what he was up against. The drama kids were a tight knit group, and Dean knew it would be hard to work his way in this late in his high school career. But to him, the struggle would be worth it. Castiel was worth it.