Castiel walked slowly into the studio, trying desperately to stop his hands from shaking. He was early, as usual. But this time it was not due to his inherent need for punctuality. It was the first session of figure study that he'd ever done. Castiel had been able to avoid this inevitable class until his senior year in college. It wasn't due to lack of talent; Castiel had a particular knack for creating the human form on canvas or in his sketchbooks. He just preferred not to have to look at a naked person while drawing.

He set up his easel and charcoals a safe distance from the podium in the center of the room, remembering what Charlie had told him. Deep breaths. In and out. Focus on the charcoal not on the…penis. Castiel's thoughts stuttered even though Charlie's blasé tone rang through his mind.

Charlie had somewhat adopted the shy Castiel their freshman year. She had a personality that rivaled her fiery red hair and seemed to never fear any situation. Castiel had soon found comfort in her small group of friends and yet Charlie and him were by far the closest. Charlie was the first person that Castiel had come out to, feeling confident in this admission due to Charlie's own sexual preferences. She had even convinced Castiel to play wingman and the two had steadily built a performance that would cinch the unlikeliest of companions.

Castiel's thoughts were derailed when he heard the clamor of other students making their way into the studio. As the easels slowly filled up with students, Castiel kept his head down feigning interest in the set up of his charcoals. He finally looked up when their instructor, Pamela Barnes called their attention. "Alright kiddies," she joked, "we have a new model this year." Castiel was new to it all so he easily zoned out while Pamela continued on giving introductions to the model.

"Alright, you have 50 minutes for this first session." Pamela's voice cut through Castiel's wandering thoughts once more. His head snapped up and locked onto the man that now took his pose on the podium. He was behind the model and could only see him from behind. Castiel's eyes widened when his eyes focused on the man. He could hear Charlie's voice in his mind and was relieved that she was not hear to witness the immediate blush that sprouted all across his face.

Deep breaths. In and out. Holy shit look at that ass. Damn it no…deep breaths, in and out, draw something for goodness sakes.

Castiel's thoughts were a jumble of confusion. He had no idea how much time had passed since the session had started. While simultaneously flabbergasted that such a body existed outside a Greek tragedy, the artist within him marveled how he would recreate it on his canvas. His shaky hand picked up his first piece of charcoal and quickly started to sketch. He got lost in the curves and smooth lines, the dimples just above the mounds of his ass, the freckles he could barely make out, and shit this is not the time to become aroused.

He could just hear Charlie's laughter at that phrase. Become aroused Cassie? It's called popping a boner!

Way too soon, Pamela was telling them all to pack up. Castiel was shaken from his reverie as that perfect body was abruptly covered with a robe. He looked down at his sketch not even realizing how much he had drawn but grateful that he had accomplished a decent drawing of the model until next time. Pamela came by while Castiel was packing up his stuff. "Damn boy. You work quickly!" Castiel jerked up almost knocking Pamela over.

"Whoa there grumpy, what's goin' on?"

"Oh sorry Professor Barnes."

"Castiel Novak, how many times do I have to tell ya to call me Pam?"

"Sorry Pam, you just startled me."

"This is your first time in my figure class isn't it Castiel?"

"Ya…I've been avoiding this…"

"Well sweetie we've been missing your talent here."

Castiel blushed furiously and was so distracted by the compliment he didn't notice the robed man coming up from behind.

"Damn I'm hot!"

The gruff voice behind him stilled Castiel's frantic packing. He slowly turned and had to hold in a gasp as he made eye contact with the purest green set of irises he'd ever seen. Pamela seemed to sense Castiel's discomfort and she interjected,

"Dammit Dean get over yourself, all that is pure Castiel talent."

She gave Castiel a small clap on the shoulder that shook him out of his trance. The man standing before him was just a few inches taller with sandy hair and chiseled features. He exuded masculine confidence and yet his perfect plump lips and long eyelashes combined to make him…

"…beautiful" Castiel squeaked out before recovering with a cough. Dammit I can't believe I said that out loud! The man, Dean, locked eyes with Castiel and smiled showing perfectly white teeth. Castiel cleared his throat and stuck his hand out to cover his awkward outburst.

"Hey I'm Castiel Novak." He introduced himself as calmly as he could manage. It was his own personal triumph that his voice didn't waver.

The Adonis took his hand and firmly shook it. Castiel tried not to let the electric shock he felt run up his arm affect him.

"Dean Winchester." He said this with another blinding smile and a wink that made Castiel go a little weak at the knees. His thoughts became clear on one thought:

Deep breaths, in and out.