A/N Gah. This is short and terrible, but I needed a break from my multichap Megstiel.
"What you in for?" Her whisper rang out in the silence of the room. Castiel turned his head, looking at the girl sitting beside him in the room filled with people who were nothing like him. He knew her by face. She was Meg Masters: troublemaker. Castiel had seen her name on the detention noticeboard more times than anyone else's, and he doubted there was a week when her name didn't appear on it. Whenever he saw her, she seemed to revel in the notoriety it gave her.
Castiel straightened up and turned to look at her. "I don't- I'm not usually-"
"Oh, I know, Cas - can I call you Cas? - you seem like the innocent sort. That's why I'm intrigued." She spoke like she had forgotten that there were ten other people in the room with them, and nudged his shoulder with hers. "What are you in for?"
Castiel's mouth straightened into a line. He wasn't proud of what he did, he didn't parade his detention slip like he had seen her do earlier. "I punched someone."
"Oh! You're the guy that took on Raphael? Wouldn'a' guessed it. You're a bit of an angel 'round here, aren't you?" She said it like she admired him for being mindful of the rules, or he was very courageous for doing so. It was strange to think that disobeying was so easy for her, when one broken rule meant that he had been beating himself up for it ever since. Castiel sat stiffly in his seat.
"I'm not proud of what I did," Cas said, folding his hands in his lap. "It was neither good, nor did it fix anything."
"Fix anything?" Meg said. "Who said it had to fix anything? It felt good, didn't it?" The supervisor, who had entered the room partway through their conversation, shushed them loudly. Meg rolled her eyes. Was that why she broke the rules constantly and without regard for whatever anyone may think of her? Because it felt good? She nudged him softly. "Go on."
"Yeah, I guess it did." He said it like it was a question.
Meg nodded. "Good boy."
The bell, three monotonous beeps, sounded in the classroom. The supervisor dismissed them and everyone stood up. "You two," she pointed at Meg and Castiel at the back of the room, "I want to see you tomorrow afternoon for another detention. Next time, no talking." Cas groaned inwardly; not another one, but Meg only smiled more broadly, and nudged past him.
"See you tomorrow, Cas," she said over her shoulder. He never asked her why she loved breaking the rules so much. Maybe he'd ask her tomorrow.