Dean was not as good at flirting with boys as he was with girls, although he liked them just the same. He had his eye on this one boy in his year since he moved to the school the year before, but he'd been too nervous, too scared to talk to him. It was very odd - Dean was so forward with women, so shy with men. He had spent hours, days, thinking up ways to ask him out, or even just talk to him, but he had never followed through. Another thing that held Dean back was that he was the captain of the football team. A veritable jock. He couldn't come out, the boys would all think he was oogling at them in the locker rooms. The boy he was after, the object of his affections, was a shy, quiet nerd. Dean didn't know if he minded being called a nerd, so he avoided using the word in regards to him. No one bothered the boy, because he was quiet. He blended in. He always wore long sleeve plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled to the elbow, over white T-shirts, while Dean always wore his letterman jacket. He had messy black hair, and piercing, pretty blue eyes. He was small, thin, but healthy, and he had soft-looking lips (Dean had noted from across the classroom). He was in all of Dean's classes. Yet they never spoke.

The object of Dean's affections was Castiel Novak. Castiel was smart, he had very good test scores, he was quiet and shy, because he was introverted, and he felt that he didn't really need friends, although it made his parents worry. He stayed after school every day, sitting on the bleachers, alternating between homework and watching the football team train. More watching Dean Winchester train, but that was besides the point. (It wasn't. Cas just liked to think it was.) Cas's family had been very supportive, and they were very open, so he had known from a young age that he was attracted to men. He had known since he first saw Dean Winchester that he was attracted to him. Dean had light brown-blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a muscular build, perfect for a footballer. He smirked a lot, which made Cas' heart skip a beat. Cas had thought about talking to Dean many, many times, but he was much too nervous. His quietness and shyness had that drawback.

Little did Cas know, Dean was the same.

There was a note in Cas' locker. "Meet me behind the bleachers after school." Cas had no idea what was going on. There was no name on the note, but Cas sure as hell wasn't going to back down from this. He needed to know who it was.

Dean watched as Cas opened his locker and read the note. Yes, he read it. I hope he comes, Dean thought. Dean was excited and nervous all at once. The day couldn't pass quick enough. So, of course, the day passed painfully slow. There were too many hours in the day. Dean just wanted school to be over so he could meet Cas behind the bleachers. Eventually, the final bell rang, releasing Dean and Castiel from the prison of school. Dean rushed to the bleachers - he had to get there first or Cas would think he'd played a mean prank on him, and he really didn't want that. Cas, however, took his time - he didn't know who he was meeting, and he didn't know why, but he needed to know.

Needless to say, Castiel was very surprised when Dean was the one who met him at the bleachers. He had his letterman jacket on, his hair was gelled up, and he was pacing around, seeming tense, running a hand through his hair. Cas cleared his throat, catching Dean's attention, and the piercing green eyes locked with his. A bright red blush spread across both their cheeks.

"Uh," Dean hazarded, looked very embarrassed and nervous. "Hi?"

This was the most awkward Castiel had ever been. And the most awkward he'd ever seen Dean.

"Uh, hi yourself?" Cas mumbled. Dean was grinning and blushing and awkward. It was so cute.

"Castiel, I need to talk to you about something."

Oh god. This sounded serious. And awful. Brace yourself, Cas.

"Y-you can just call me Cas," he muttered, and Dean smiled.

"Cas," he grinned. "I have something to tell you."

This sounded like it was going to go really, really badly.

"I have a crush on you."

Wait, what? Cas did a double take, staring at Dean with a confused expression, tilting his head.

"What?" he asked. "D-did you say you have a crush on me?" Dean blushed deeply, and sighed.

"Yes. I have a crush on you."

Cas took a moment. A few moments. This was high unexpected news, and highly appreciated news.

"Dean?" he started.

"Yeah?"

"Shut your eyes."

Dean obliged, closing his eyes. Castiel took a deep breath, stepped closer to Dean, and kissed his lips gently. Dean's lips were just as soft as Castiel had thought, working in time with his own, and Dean slid a hand into Cas' messy hair, pulling him closer, until they pulled apart.

"Dean, d'you wanna come over to my house? I promise no one will ever know," Cas assured.

"Absolutely. Let's go," Dean grinned.

Today was going well.