Just One Drink
Chapter One
Castiel glanced up from the test papers in front of him, furrowing his brows at the rather smug looking student who kept prodding for his attention.
"Why are you still standing there mister Winchester?" Castiel inquired, his eyes flicking back down to his grading. The student shook his head, a smirk sliding over his full lips as he placed his hands on the smooth wooden surface of Castiel's desk.
"C'mon… What's one drink gonna hurt?" he asked, tilting his head as his eyes sparkled with playful mischief. Castiel took a slow inhale through his nose, clenching his teeth as he counted backwards, mentally, from ten. When he exhaled he shook his head.
"It would be highly unprofessional of me to go drinking with a student, mister Winchester." Castiel said tersely, his shoulders tense and his tone cold. He hoped that the man before him would take a hint and walk away.
"Dude. Drop the "Mister Winchester" crap. Call me Dean. Okay?"
Castiel didn't hesitate with his response.
"No."
Dean narrowed his eyes and reached across the desk, and with the push of his finger, he knocked over Castiel's mug that held his many pens and pencils, spilling them onto the wooden surface. Castiel slammed his pen down and looked up at Dean with intensity, but the younger man wasn't scared or bothered in the least.
"Come on Professor. Just one drink… What'll that hurt?" Dean offered once more. Castiel swallowed hard and winkled his nose in irritation.
"If you are going to insist so obnoxiously you leave me no choice… I'll get my coat." the professor hissed, stepping away from his desk and adjusting his glasses. Dean grinned with his victory.
"See! Was that so hard?" Dean said cheerily, beaming at his disgruntled professor.
"Incredibly." Castiel said snidely, striding past his student to exit the classroom.