Dean Winchester groaned as he sat down in the uncomfortable lecture hall chair. The only reason he was taking an art history class was because it was required for graduation. His mother had practically told him there was no way he wasn't going to graduate college because he didn't want to take one stupid class. He had learned at an early age not to mess with his mother if he wanted to live to breath another day. Besides, he was only one semester away from graduation and art history couldn't be that bad right?
Dean watched aimlessly as other people began to file in. He sat up slightly when he noticed all of hot girls walking in. If he would have known there would be this many attractive girls in this class, he would have taken it a long time ago. His love life didn't need any help, but hey. The more choices the better in his eyes.
Dean watched as a very attractive blonde girl sat in front of him. His thoughts of her were interrupted by a text message from Sam, who was doing the typical first day of freshman year freak out. He opened it and sent his brother a quick text telling him to stop being such a worrywart and that he was bust at the moment. It wasn't like the kid was going to have a problem in school any way. As far as Dean was concerned, Sam was a friggin' genius. He'd gotten a 35 on his ACT and offers to go to every school he applied too. But Sammy had decided to go close to home. His excuse was their parents needed him around. But Dean knew it was because they couldn't afford sending him anywhere else.
He slipped his phone back into his pocket and looked back up at the blonde, giving her a nice smile. The soft hi he got in return made him grin even wider. Dean was definitely going to have to get her number after class. His phone buzzed again. Dean groaned Sam was going to have to deal with his unreasonable fears himself. He was about to move up to sit next to the girl when a flustered looking, fairly handsome man (Dean saw nothing wrong with noticing another man's attractiveness) walked in. Dean wasn't the only one to notice. All of the girls in the room sat up in their seats a little straighter. He even saw a couple of them stick their chests out further like that was going to get the guy's attention.
Dean was about to move his backpack so the guy could sit next to him, when Mr. Flustered continued to the front of the classroom. The flustered guy set his briefcase down and began to mess with the computer. Dean thought there was no way this guy was his professor. He was far too attractive and too young to be teaching such a boring course.
"Winchester." Dean looked over as his backpack was thrown on the floor. "See your ass got stuck in this class too."
Dean laughed as Gabriel sat next to him. They were roommates freshman year and always had sort of a love/hate relationship. Mainly because Gabriel always left candy wrappers scattered around the room and was always playing some sort of prank on Dean. It got kind of old after a while.
"Hey. At least there's a good selection in here." Dean made sure only Gabriel heard him. Couldn't have blondie hearing what he was talking about.
"Got that right." Gabriel's eyes wandered up to the attractive flustered guy who seemed to be having some problems with technology. "Teach isn't too hard on the eyes either."
"Whatever you say man." Dean was not going to admit he agreed. Gabriel would pick up the old argument that Dean was bi. He was just tired of hearing it, even if sometimes (especially in cases like this) he thought that could be true. Couldn't let Gabe have the upper hand though.
The duo's conversation was interrupted by the static of someone messing with a microphone. They looked up to see the flustered guy was finally ready to start the class.
"Um – hi." He sounded just as flustered as he looked, which wasn't a good thing in a room this size.
Dean leaned over towards Gabe. "This flustered thing is going to get real old real fast." Gabe just snorted.
"My name – uh – is Castiel Novak. You can call me Castiel or Mr. Novak. Whatever you're comfortable with." He chuckled nervously. "Anyways. I am your Graduate Student teacher this semester. At the beginning of every class I'll pass around an attendance sheet so just sign your name. Let's get on with this. Right?" Mr. Novak smiled at everyone, only getting blank stares in return. "Okay. Let's start with the syllabus."
Dean leaned back in his chair as Novak began to go on about the course syllabus and other boring first day of class type of things. Gabriel began to doze off next to him. The class didn't get any easier for Novak as class went on. He kept stuttering and awkwardly pausing when he got no response to any of his questions. Dean felt so bad for the guy he had to look away, but not bad enough to speak up. He had no idea what Novak was talking about anyways. His eyes drifted back over to blondie who caught him staring. He just shot her another smile, which he was sure brought a blush to her cheeks this time. He grinned even wider as she turned around and handed him a piece of paper with her name and number on it. Dean always loved when it was that easy. Made him have to do less work.
The rest of the class went by like a blur. More awkward pauses and stumbles from Novak and trying to keep Gabe from snoring. Before he knew it, Novak was ushering them out of the hall with some reminder about the reading they had to have for the next class. Dean nudged Gabe, who jumped awake.
"What'd I miss?" Gabriel groggily stated.
"Same old same old. Aside from the 20 pages we have to read by next class."
"You mean we are supposed to read."
"Right. I'll see you next time loser."
"Later asshole." Gabe waved as he walked off.
Dean gathered his things and looked up to see the blonde girl waving to him. He vaguely remembered from the note she'd passed him that her name was Jo. At least he'd hoped that's what he'd read. He waved back and she held up her fingers telling him to call her. Dean nodded and gave her a thumbs up. There was no way he was going to forget that. She was too damn hot.
He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the exit. As Dean was opening the door, he heard the sound of a bunch of paper fall everywhere and a muttered 'dammit.' He turned around and saw Mr. Novak attempting to pick up the contents of his bag that had fallen everywhere. Dean sighed and turned around to help. He set his bag down and began to pick up the massive amount of notes Novak seemed to have with him.
"Thank you." Novak sounded somewhat embarrassed and Dean didn't blame him after that train wreck of a class.
"No problem. You know Mr. Novak you should loosen up a bit. The more nervous you are the less likely anyone else is going to give a rats ass about what you have to say. Take this from a professional day dreamer." Dean gave the man a reassuring smile. He had no idea why he cared so much. Maybe it was the guilt of how horrible that lecture had gone. Yeah that was it. It had nothing to do with the fact that Dean really did find him incredibly attractive.
Novak smiled. "It's a lot easier said than done Mr…"
"Winchester. And please just call me Dean."
"Right. Dean. Well thanks for the help and advice. And don't forget to do the reading for next class."
Dean chuckled and handed his stack of papers over. "Right. The reading."
Dean headed back for the door. "And Dean." He turned to face Novak again. "Tell your friend not to fall asleep in my class again. His snores are going to distract the other students."
Dean laughed. "I'll make sure to let him know. Later Novak."
Maybe this class wouldn't be so terribly bad. He looked down at his phone and groaned. Twenty texts from Sam. Geez. That boy worried too much. He texted his brother to meet him for lunch in ten minutes. Sam had texted him his whole schedule so yeah. Dean knew that wasn't a problem.
"Eat some real food bitch." Dean said as he watched his brother munch down on a salad.
"Shut up jerk. I'd like to live past my 30s."
"Whatever. So what the hell was the reason for you texting me fifty bajillion times?" He took a bite of his burger and stared his little brother down.
"I was lost. I couldn't find the building for my criminal justice class. Thanks for not answering and making me miss it by the way."
"I was in class dude."
"Like you haven't texted in class before." Sam said giving him a quality bitchface.
"I don't text in class all the time."
"Oh right. I forgot about the classes where A) there's a girl you're trying to sleep with or B) where the teacher is incredibly attractive. Which one was it this time?"
"Both." Gabriel said practically coming out of nowhere; ignoring the awkward look Sam was giving him.
"Sam, Gabe. Gabe, Sam. Gabe was my roommate freshman year and Sam's my little brother."
"That asshole who was always pulling pranks on you that you bitched about almost everyday?" Sam asked, looking Gabriel over.
"Yep. Anyways I saw you sitting over here and I didn't want to be the lame ass eating in the dining hall by myself. And back to your previous question. Dean got a girl's number, a very attractive girl I might add, and couldn't keep his eyes off of the teacher, who was a very attractive man." Gabriel smirked, earning him a swift kick from Dean under the table. "Ouch. Watch it Winchester."
"So which one was the bigger distraction Dean? The teacher or the hot chick?" Sam smirked, but stopped as soon as he saw the look on Dean's face. "I'm just joking. Jeez. Calm down."
"I wasn't distracted by the teacher in that way. I just felt bad for the guy because he was so damn nervous he couldn't' stop stuttering. And by the way, that hot chick gave me her number. I'm gonna call her and set up a date with her later this week so yeah. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to."
He got up and stormed over to the dish tubs. Dean didn't really have a class to go to. He just didn't want to listen to anymore of this crap. He could barely admit to himself that he found Novak attractive, there was no way he was going to open up about something like that to his brother and Gabe. Never. He waved as he walked back towards the table on his way out. He pulled out the slip of paper with Jo's number on it. He was going to call her and set up a date with her right now.
Thoughts? Kind of just a beta test.