So. Here we are again. This time, I've prewritten and edited the fic, so it should make more sense, be posted more regularly and be better overall (at least that's the dream).
Enjoy!


"Hey, Dean! Wait up!" Castiel was rushing through the crowds of university students in the narrow corridor, desperately trying to reach his friend before he entered their classical civilisation classroom. He was forced to catch up by dodging other students, his long trenchcoat flying behind him. They had known each other for two years now, since they had joined the same university at the age of twenty-one. Cas loved Dean with a passion, but he was constantly worrying about the day when his fellow student would realise that his love was not philía - that is, a brotherly, friendly kind of love - and that his feelings towards the sociable, popular boy were more of the éros - or boyfriend/girlfriend - type. But Cas didn't really mind if Dean knew of his affection or not, as they still sat next to each other for several hours a day in their classical civilisation classes. That was more than enough reward for having to keep quiet about his true feelings.

"Seriously, Cas? Relax! It's not like I'm about to fall into a wormhole or something." Dean flashed him the smile he knew Cas adored - the scrunched-up, crinkly-eyed smile, usually accompanied by an embarrassed glance at the floor - and sauntered into the classics classroom.

"Hey, Anna!" Dean grinned awkwardly at the brunette, whom pretty much everyone suspected he had a crush on. "Salve, Gabriel et Balthazar. 'Sup?" With a hesitant smile at the rest of the group, Cas slid into the chair next to Dean's and busied himself removing his books from his bag. By taking long enough doing that, he usually managed to avoid the so-called 'friendly' banter that passed between his more sociable classmates. In fact, he could barely speak to any of them without whispering apart from Gabriel, and that was mainly because Gabe was two years younger than him and felt like his little brother.

"So, Dean," Gabriel muttered, in a failed attempt to sound nonchalant, "Any more news on where your brother is going for uni?" The rest of the class exchanged knowing glances, as it was common knowledge that Gabe and Sammy, Dean's little brother, had been regularly exchanging messages over the last six months, but nothing had come of it - yet.

"He's either coming here or Stanford, but I'm trying to persuade him that the law program is much better here for the sole benefit of one of my younger classmates." Dean winked far too obviously at Gabriel, who flushed red and dropped his gaze.

"Balthazar. How's things?" As Dean's attention switched from Gabriel to Balthazar, so did that of the rest of the group.

"Things are good, thanks." He replied. "How are you and Cas, though?" Cas knew that Balthazar was the only person who genuinely suspected his feelings, but he knew Balthazar wouldn't tell Dean or anybody else. However, he was perfectly content to waggle his eyebrows suggestively at the pair of them.

Dean looked concernedly at his friend, who seemed to be trying to simultaneously turn the precise colour of a tomato and tunnel to the centre of the earth through sheer willpower. "We're fine, Balthy." Dean shifted his body so he was partially shielding Cas' furious blushes from the class, a move which the younger boy was truly grateful for. "Have you lot done the translation homework?" Cas exhaled heavily as the conversation moved away from the discussion of Dean and Cas as an item.

Anna giggled nervously. "Well, you could say it's going to be done by the end of this period." Gabriel grabbed her notebook and read through the work she had done, scribbling down the untranslated sentences in English. "Wow, thanks, Gabe!" The blond boy shook his head.

"Just consider it repaying the favour from last night." Cas tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"What happened last night?" Anna took a breath and sat up straighter, giving the impression of someone who had a juicy story to tell.

"Well-" Gabriel cut across her, saying, "I got drunk last night, forgot my keys to the house and Anna let me in with her spare. End of story. Nothing more to see here." Anna laughed.

"Really, Gabriel. Are you going to miss out the part when you puked on a lamppost and then tried to chat up that nice policeman?"

"In actual fact, yes I was." Gabriel hid his face in his hands as the other classics students roared with laughter. Dean was doing his whole-body laugh, and seemed unaware of the almost reverent attention Cas was paying him from behind his battered classics textbook.

"Anyway," Gabriel said, attempting to regain the moral high ground, "Where's Professor Chuck? Surely he should be here by now?" Cas and Dean exchanged worried glances, but Balthazar and Gabriel seemed overjoyed by the lack of teaching taking place. With a manner that was almost identical to Fred and George Weasley's, they immediately shoved all the nearby tables out of the way and sat down in the beginnings of a circle. They looked at each other triumphantly and announced,

"Truth or dare?"