I plan on this getting pretty graphic so can't say I didn't warn ya. And also, this story escalates into a major chick flick... so if you don't like those kind of things then this story may not interest you. (Cas/Dean -AU-smut)


Cas sat soundlessly in the classroom. He tapped his pencil on the desk, which synced perfectly with the ticking of the clock. His eyes peered up to check the time: 11:07 PM.

Students usually weren't allowed in the classrooms this late without a professor, but Cas was one of the most industrious students at his university, so his professors let him stay after hours to get in extra studying.

That was basically his life. Studying. Getting good grades. Pleasing nobody but himself.

Cas suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He clicked back to Earth and reached in his pocket. The text was from his best friend, Gabe.

Cassie-come to Balthazar dorm, we're gonna watch a movie. Its not a party without you!

Cas read it and smiled slightly before replying.

cant...studying.

Gabe replied almost instantly.

alright, guess it'll have to be a party without you then.

Cas shut his phone and ran his fingers though his hair.

Gabe and Balthazar were pretty much the only social life Cas had. Besides them, he kept to himself as best as he could, except when he was assailed by the illustrious group of guys who made fun of him almost everyday because, well, he wasn't exactly such a chick magnet... or well, magnetized to chicks, anyway.

Cas didn't show it, but everyone knew.

He found it better to study after school hours to keep from being harassed by them.

Cas dropped his pencil and ran his fingers through his hair. He checked the clock again, 11:12. He scanned his materials over before picking up his pencil to resume his studies.

Cas began reading when he was interrupted by a yell. It was coming from behind him in the courtyard.

He sat up in his chair to peek over the window. He saw two figures, not more than 100 feet away from his classroom. Faint shouting came from one of them, almost like a soft weeping yell. He saw the figures pace back and forth for a while, flailing their arms around at eachother.

Then, one of them started rushing closer to Cas' classroom. The shouting became more audible, just enough for Cas to make out what they were saying.

"Dean, I said I was sorry!"

"Lisa that's complete bullshit. You knew exactly what you were doing and you didn't think for a moment that I would find out?"

"Dean just...stop for a second! Please Dean...just let me explain!"

Cas froze... Dean?

Oh god...not Dean Winchester..please not Dean Winchester...

Dean was the alpha of the pack of wolves that harassed Cas constantly because cooing on chicks wasn't exactly his cup of tea. It was the constant name calling, harassment, and idiocy that you would expect from middle school children. Cas had been putting up with it for months. He denied to himself that it affected him, but deep down he knew that it took a little piece of him each time.

Cas took a hard swallow and tuned his ears back into the howls coming from outside. He stretched his neck farther up to get a better glimpse of the black silhouettes moving in the courtyard.

"Lisa, this is over. I'm fucking done with you."

"Dean! Stop! I said I was sorry! Please..."

"Sorry?!"

Cas' breathing picked up as the voices got louder.

"You're sorry?! Well boo-hoo I'm sorry your feelings are hurt princess!"

"I-I-It was a mistake,"

"Cheating isn't a mistake Lisa. It's a choice."

Cas jumped as he heard the buildings door slam and heavy footsteps rushing from down the hallway.

No, no, no...not Dean...anyone but Dean, Cas thought cringing in his chair.

Cas didn't want to make himself seem that he was eavesdropping, so he picked up his pencil and began scribbling over his notebook.

Soon enough, the door plowed open.

Cas swallowed hard.

"Oh look who it is," A deep voice said, "Now get out."

Cas looked up, and sure enough, met the meadow green eyes of Dean Winchester.

Cas sat there, knowing that he should get up and leave, but as stupid as he is, he didn't.

"There are other classrooms open you know."

"Excuse me? Get the fuck out you fucking fairy," Dean started walking slowly toward him. Weaving through desks smoothly.

Cas gripped his pencil tight but remained seated. He felt his stomach drop as soon as Dean leaned over to grab the collar of his shirt and lift him off his chair, "Don't make me ask you again, faggot. "

"O-Okay." Cas managed to utter out. He could feel Dean's hot breath on his neck.

Dean released his grip, and Cas was flung back into his seat, almost tipping the chair backward. He fumbled with his books until he had them in his hands, never breaking eye contact with Dean the whole time.

He brushed Dean's shoulder as he ran out. Cas swung the door behind him but it didn't close all the way. He stood outside the classroom door, leaning against the wall next to the door. He listened.

"Stupid...stupid, stupid, stupid!" He heard Dean's voice grow and then the sudden clatter of books being thrown against the wall. This made Cas jump. He had always seen Dean mad, but never emotional like this.

Cas shook his head, "I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered under his breath as he set down his books and slowly stepped back into the classroom.

Cas' entrance made Dean's eyes shoot up out of his hands. He was sitting down, slumped over a desk, his face red with anger. Dean ran his hands over his face. Cas could tell he was embarrassed.

"What the fuck? I thought I told you to fuck off you queer. Get out!" Dean said standing up. Even at times like this, Dean had to make himself look tough.

"I heard what happened, and I'm sorry that you're crying and upse-" Cas begun to say but was soon cut off by a load roar.

"You were eavesdropping? Seriously? And I DO NOT, repeat DO NOT cry. Ever. I'm not a fucking pussy."

"Oh...well look, I know it's not my place, but I know how you feel and...and I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."

"How the hell would you know how I feel? I'm not gay." Deans face started to turn redder. Cas hoped it wasn't because of anger.

"So? Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't experience bad break-ups?" Cas started to step closer. The closer Cas got to Dean, the more he saw Dean tense his knuckles. Cas started to regret his decision. He knew he was going to get punched.

But for some reason, his legs kept moving him forward towards Dean.

"Just get out. Are you asking me to punch you in the face? Huh?"

Cas continued to stop closer, "Then go ahead and punch me. I'm just trying to help."

"I don't need your help, you fucking pillow biter. What I need is for you to fucking leave me alone."

At this point, Cas was only a foot away from Dean. He looked at Dean and clenched his eyebrows. Deans eyes were red. Cas could tell he was holding back tears. Deans rage overpowered the sadness. Took over his body like a virus.

"Why do you do that?" Cas asked tilting his head a little.

Dean flinched his eyebrows a little at the question, "Do what?"

"Push away people that try to help you?"

Dean paused. He squinted his eyes and glared at Cas. As much as Dean didn't want to admit it, Cas was right. The truth was, it's not that he didn't need it, it's that he didn't want help. Besides Deans brother Sam, and his Uncle Bobby, Dean was kind'ave on his own.

He scanned his eyes over Cas. And for a second, he had thought he felt the rage leave his body. He had felt calmer, listening to the deep hoarse tone in Cas' voice.

But the realization of the situation hit, and it came back even worse now.

"Look Cas, I don't need your gay-therapist talk or whatever shit you're trying to do here okay? Now leave. And I don't wanna have to ask again. Got it?" Dean said looking straight at Cas. There was a loud silence before Cas responded solemnly.

"Got it," Cas said backing away. He made it to the door when he turned around again. Dean was still staring at him, "I'm still sorry about Lisa," Cas said then turning to leave.


The next morning Cas walked into Biology feeling a little out of it. Biology wasn't the most ideal class to have first thing because of course, Dean was in it. He quickly scanned the room.

No Dean.

Cas found a seat right in front of the professor.

"Good Morning Castiel," Professor Crowley said from his desk, looking over his glasses.

"Morning Professor," Cas mumbled back turning around again to look at the door. A small sigh of relief waved over him as Mr. Crowley began class, and Dean was nowhere in sight.

"Alright class, we'll be starting a project today-" Professor Crowley was cut off when the door burst open.

"Sorry I'm late. Alarm didn't go off."

Cas didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"Or maybe you didn't even set your alarm at all. Have a seat, Mr. Winchester." Professor Crowley said, eyeing him until he sat down next to his friends, "I'm going to have you work in groups. Now even though this is a group project, I still want everyone doing the same amount of work. And don't think I won't be able to tell if you don't do any. I've assigned your group members already. So come up and look at the list so you can get working."

Cas hated group projects, mainly because he ended up doing all the work anyway, despite what teachers asked. He waited until most people had gone up to check their groups. He didn't see Dean go to check. As soon as he stood up, Professor Crowley came up to his row.

"Castiel," He muttered clearing his throat, "I've had to only assign you one person to do the project with. There was an uneven amount of people and I figured that you may be able to teach this kid a thing or two about studying diligently. Or, even studying at all, actually."

Cas chuckled, "Alright that's fine. Who am I working with?" Professor Crowley scanned the list of people. He made a tisk noise as he read down the list.

"Uh- let's see...oh yes, ah, Dean Winchester."

It took a second for Cas to adjust to the situation, "Wait what?"

The Professor raised his eyebrows in question, "Is there a problem?"

Cas paused again, longer this time, "Uh, no. Dean's fine." Professor Crowley gave a slightly concerned nod and then looked up to find Dean. Once he made eye contact, he motioned for Dean to come sit with Cas. Cas just stared straight in front of him. Why did he feel so awkward. He knew Dean wouldn't care.

Cas felt someone slide behind the back of his chair and sit down next to him. Cas still stared forward. He felt Dean get closer to him.

"I hope you know you're doing all the work, right?" Dean whispered in his ear. He felt Deans breath on his neck again.

"No," Cas blurted out unintentionally, "I'm not. So either you help me, or I'm not doing the project at all and we both fail." Cas broke his gaze to stare into Deans eyes. Deans face was not happy, not happy at all. Dean turned his head to look at the Professor, who had his back turned helping another group. In no time, Dean grabbed Cas' thumb and yanked it back. Not enough to break it, but enough for it to hurt like hell.

"Listen to me you little prick," Dean said tightening his grip on Cas' hand. Cas stiffened in his seat as he held back a soft yell, "You're doing this shit project whether you like it or not. I don't take orders from anybody, especially you. For your own sake, don't make this harder than it needs to be, alright?"

Cas looked up at Dean. He stared at him for a minute.

Green met blue.

Dean scoffed and broke his grip. Cas suddenly backed away and stared at the floor, feeling slightly embarrassed.

He had almost forgot that Dean was holding his thumb back.

When the Professor dismissed class, Dean shot up like a firework to leave. He started walking up the lecture hall steps when someone called his name.

"Dean," the Professor shouted from his desk, "Can we talk for a second?"

Dean licked his lips as he looked back at the door to make eye contact with Cas. Dean stared at him until he shut the door and walked out.

Dean stood in front of his professors desk, "Yeah?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot, Dean?" he asked solemnly removing his glasses and placing them carefully on the desk, "The reason I paired you with Cas was so that you would actually do work. I can tell if he's the only one that did it. And, you do realize that you're failing this class right? It's the end of the year. And if you don't get your grade up in this class, there's going to be a serious issue. Extremely serious...So, I suggest you actually work with Cas, don't blow this off."

Dean didn't say anything at first. He stood there and fiddled with the pen in his hand, "Uhm, okay. Got it. Thanks Professor," He said backing away and out the door.

"Fuck!" He yelled to himself. He knew that he wouldn't be able to do this project. Or, any project for that matter. He stopped by a nearby tree off the pathway and leaned against it, " I need this grade..."

I need it.


It was late at night when Cas heard a knock on his dorm room. Cas was on his bed with the computer in his lap. He figured it must be Gabe or Balthazar. When he opened the door, he was far from right.

"Dean?"

"Can I come in?" Dean asked timidly. He turned around to scan the hallway to make sure no one was looking.

"Why?" Cas asked, thinking that this was now the time he was going to get punished for the night with Lisa, and talking back at him today in class.

"I wan't to work on the project."

Cas raised his eyebrows in shock, "It's-It's twelve o'clock at night?"

"So?"

"Uhm, I mean I guess," Cas slowly started opening the door when Dean pushed it completely open and ran inside, "What makes you so interested in this all of a sudden?"

"Can I-uh- not like school work?" Dean chuckled taking off his jacket. Cas gave him a look. A look that Dean couldn't decode.

"Uh, yeah sure whatever. I have an extra textbook under my bed. You focus on chapter 6 and ill do 7 and 8." Cas remarked as he reached for the extra textbook. Dean sat on the edge of Cas' bed and Cas sat completely on the other side. A full hour passed without talking, no noise at all, just a loud silence and the constant flipping of pages.

Dean broke the silence, "Can you explain this section to me I don't understand it," Dean said glaring up at Cas and running his fingers over the page. Cas put his book beside him and scooched close next to Dean. A little too close. Cas leaned in and started explaining. After a few minutes, Cas looked up at Dean and Dean nodded his head, "Thanks,"

"Hey, Dean?" Cas asked suddenly.

"Yeah?"

"Can you promise me you're going to help me finish this project?"

Dean scoffed, "Psh, I don't make promises."

"Why?"

"'Cause I can never keep 'em."

Cas sat up and breathed, "Oh," he mumbled under his breath. A few moments passed and Cas swallowed, "Dean, can I ask you something?"

"What?" He said looking up into Cas' blue eyes. Dean paused as he realized how blue Cas' eyes really were.

"I'm not trying to sound nosy or anything, but..." Cas swallowed again and took a breath, "What happened with you and Lisa?"

The question caught Dean off guard. He closed the book and stood up. "Why the fuck would you ask me that? I'm here because of a project that we need to do. I'm not here for a fucking gay intervention, Cas." Dean yelled clenching his jaw.

He looked down at Cas and saw the panic in Cas' eyes.

Don't scare the kid, Dean. You need this grade. Dean thought as he stared willingly at Cas.

He shut his eyes and breathed slowly, "I caught her cheating on me. Walked right in on it," Dean sat down next to Cas again, closer this time, "And well, I ran out into the courtyard and she followed and blah blah blah. And-ah-I guess that's where you came in," Dean exhaled and Cas turned to look at him.

Cas didn't really know what to say. Besides the other night, he had never really seen Dean emotional, so he didn't know whether to sit there and nod his head or actually say something back.

Cas felt different, seeing Dean like this. He didn't know what was more surprising, Dean doing actual work, or Dean talking to him like an actual human being. It was like trying to adapt to an unknown habitat.

Cas didn't know what he was doing, it may have just been a spur of the moment, but Cas placed his hand on Deans shoulder.

Dean looked to Cas with a fazed glare. Moments that felt like hours passed, before Dean licked his lips and flinched.

"Look, I uh- gotta go," Dean said sneaking out from under Cas' hand.

Cas retreated his hand and rubbed it against his knee.

Dean grabbed his jacket and hurriedly ran out of the room. When he was at the door, he turned once more back at Cas who was still sitting on the bed.

He hesitated for a moment, before shutting the door behind him.