A/N: This came from a picture that I found online and is the pic for this fic because I can't get Punk!Cas and Nerd!Dean out of my head. It's my screen saver and everything that I think about so this is the beginning of the story, with all my stories don't expect regular updates and I don't know where I plan on taking this but it'll come around. 3

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Castiel lay in his bed looking blankly up at the ceiling of his dorm room. His headphones are in and "Have a Drink on Me" by AC/DC was playing. He was taping his fingers to the rhythm and humming quietly.

Dean was sitting on his bed with all of his homework and books splayed on his bed. He pushed up the glasses that were on his nose up to keep them from falling off. He had a pencil in his hand and he was tapping it on his forehead, thinking about this particularly challenging question.

When his roommate started humming he decided he needed a break. He put all of his things down and carefully climbed out of his bed, not wanting to mess up his books and notes. He grabbed his pillow and threw it at Cas, "fucker, I'm making a sammich. Want one?"

Cas had looked up at Dean, squinting. "Yeah, whatever, nerd. Ham and cheese."

Dean grunted in understanding, walking into their shared kitchen. Sometimes he hated Castiel but he couldn't help but think about how attractive he was. He ignored his attraction to Cas and they kind of fell into a routine of being rude but friendly at the same time. Unintentionally.

Dean made himself a grilled cheese and then Cas his ham and cheese and went back to the shared room. Dean dropped Castiel's plate on his stomach before sitting in the desk chair before eating his sandwich.

Cas sat up and looked at Dean while he took a bite of his sandwich, making a small noise of appreciation. He still had his headphones in and "Stay Together for the Kids" by Blink 182 started. His parents had gotten a divorce and that is when this punk faze had started. So this song always had a series of emotions trudge up and fill his heart; from sadness, anger, guilt, and so many more.

He was halfway through his sandwich and was still staring at Dean. Cas realized he was gay when his parents were getting their divorce but never told anyone. He had had a few flings, kissing, heavy petting but he was still a virgin even at 20. Dean was beautiful and Cas knew he was gay, but he was too scared so he hid behind being a dick.

Cas couldn't stop staring at Dean and he knew Dean didn't notice because while he ate he had his face buried in another book. He is such a nerd. Dean was about 6 feet tall and covered in lean muscles. He was a dark, honey kind of blonde and his face was covered in an array of freckles and he had facial hair that was always just short stubble. His hair was currently a grown out Mohawk and he always got his hair cut that way, with the top just long enough to fall to one side, the sides shorter but not buzzed. Cas had seen him without a shirt on a few times, they lived together and all, and he had a six pack and even more freckles. And then there were his eyes, those amazing emeralds that were always sparkling even behind those big rimmed nerd glasses. Cas had a thing for freckles and green eyes and that is exactly what his roommate had and he couldn't stop staring.

Dean was done with his sandwich and he was licking the crumbs off his fingers and Cas watched with appreciation. It made his skinny jeans just a little too tight. Dean was wearing low slung sweats that rested just barely above his ass and he had his favorite green tee on. When he moved around the shirt lifted enough for Cas to see his happy trail and the dimples that rested above his nice, sexy, firm looking ass.

Cas finally finished his sandwich and got up to grab the trash, taking Dean's as well. Dean grunted and went back to his studying, plopping down gently on his bed and continuing. He had his laptop out and accidentally knocked a book off the bed.

"Sonuvabitch" Dean grumbled trying to reach for it.

Cas had been standing in the door way of the kitchen watching, drinking some water. He chuckled and got the book for Dean, handing it to him. "Don't strain yourself with all of that cussing, nerd."

Dean gave him a dirty look and went back to studying. Cas flopped on his bed and closed him eyes, thinking about kissing Dean and touching him.

He fell asleep dreaming about him.

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Dean was working on his history paper now, he was pretty sure Castiel had fallen asleep by the fact that he wasn't tossing or fidgeting.

He sighed. His fantasies for Cas were becoming more intense as of late. Being in the same room as Castiel's beautiful body and face was causing Dean's libido to act up.

Cas was about 5'9" and he was also slim but built, hidden muscles and all. He had a black Mohawk that if he didn't do was just a messy bunch of hair on the top of his head. On the right side of his head was a cross tattoo. On his left eyebrow was a piercing and then snakebites on the left side of his bottom lip. His lips were always plump and pink and full. He was always wearing something with wings on the back, whether it was a shirt or his jacket. He also had gauges in his ears that were crosses in the circles. When Dean would look into his eyes, on rare occasion, it was like swimming in a multifaceted ocean.

Today he was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged everything in the best way. He had a black shirt that had wings on the back.

If someone was just looking at Castiel they wouldn't guess that his degree was in Religious Studies. It wasn't that he was necessarily religious but he found that he had a passion to know it and understand it. Dean took a break from his studying and just watched Castiel sleep. This was their first year of and semester of college so they had a lot of the same classes and teachers because of core classes.

It was about 3 pm when Cas woke from his nap and he woke because Dean was poking his shoulder. "Hey, dude, class starts in like 20 minutes. I'm not waiting for you." And he left, heading for class which was about a 10 minute walk; he wanted to get an apple and water on his way to class.

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They got back to their dorm and Dean asked, "Wanna order some Chinese tonight? We have that test in the morning and I don't want to waste time cooking when we can be studying." Cas nodded and grabbed the keys to his car before going to get the food for them. Dean organized the room and set up everything to study for their history test. They may not be the best of friends, but they could study pretty well if Cas could get off of his ass to do so.

When Cas got back Dean was sitting on the carpet on the floor, with a book open and writing down notes, his glasses had slipped slightly down his nose and he had one brow raised like he did when he was confused.

"Nerd, food is here."

"Cas, can you please stop calling me nerd?"

"Awe, why though? You're soooo nerdy!"

"Cas.." Dean sighed and put his book down and then pushed his glasses up his nose.

Cas smiled and put the food down in front of Dean before kicking off his converse and sitting down across from him; the food conveniently places between them. Dean started taking everything out and eating his portion. Cas ate as well.

"Alright let's study, Cas."

Cas looked up at Dean and smiled. "Alright then let's start." They packed up the trash and set it aside.

Dean started to ask Cas questions and he answered with mostly right answers, there were a few that he got wrong and when he asked for the answers they slowly got closer together. Dean refuses to admit it but when Cas calls him a nerd or nerdy he loves it and can't help but fall deeper for the man in front of him.

After about an hour and a half of studying they are so close that Cas has his legs on either side of Dean and Dean is criss-cross with a book in his lap. They were so engulfed in studying that they didn't notice how close they had gotten. Dean looked up from his book and Cas was leaning over the book slightly, when he looked up, their noses were practically touching and Cas pushed forward and kissed Dean.