Quick note: I scrapped my other somewhat new story so sorry about that...BUT I don't plan on scrapping this anytime soon! Enjoy and review!

Dean walked up the flight of stairs and made his way down the hall, two large duffel bags in his hands. Passing the flocks of other incoming freshman, Dean made eye contact with a petite brunette girl who smiled and winked at him. "You know Sammy, I think I'm gonna like college," he said to his brother behind him. Sam just rolled his eyes.

Dean was right, for the most part. Within the first week of classes, Dean had become one of the biggest heart-throb in the freshman class. By the end of the month, he had easily become one of the most well-known students at California State. The same wasn't so much for his roommate Castiel Novak. While Dean was a very social and outgoing playboy, Castiel was more reserved and preferred to spend his evenings studying or reading than partying; but they got along well.

While they both shared a common group of friends for the most part, Dean and Castiel mostly did their own things. They did hang out occasionally, but it usually consisted of Castiel helping Dean not fail out of freshman English and nursing his not uncommon hangovers. During the first few weeks, Dean had even started to call Castiel "Cas", a nickname that somehow stuck after Dean came back to the dorm room one night wasted and couldn't remember his name.

It was one of those cold, rainy, Saturday mornings in mid October when all anybody wanted to do was stay inside and lounge around in the dorms. Outside, the campus was almost deserted. Dean woke up to the sound of his phone. New message: Cas: you're probably sleeping but breakfast closes in fifteen minutes. Want anything? Dean blinked and looked at the time; 9:45. Groaning to himself, he let his head fall back on his pillow and drift off to sleep, not bothering to text Cas back.

"Are you sure he will be okay with this?" Cas asked, handing the tray of drinks and bag of muffins from the campus' café to Jo. Jo Harvelle, one of Deans closest friends at school folded her arms and looked at Cas.

"Cas, it's me. He'll be okay with it whether he likes it or not."

"Well, okay." Cas fished his room key out of his trench coat and opened the door, letting Jo enter before him. Dean was, as expected, still asleep, curled up in his dark green down comforter.

Jo set the drinks and muffins on Dean's desk before kicking off her cowboy boots and climbing on top of Dean, trying to straddle his hips. "Dean," she cooed softly. Dean let out a small moan and rolled onto his stomach. "Time to wake up."

"Dean," Jo said again as she smiled to Cas who watched from his desk. "Watch this" Jo mouthed to Cas before leaning towards Deans ear. "Dean, sweetie, we have pie."

"What kind?" Jo and Cas laughed at the muffled sound that came from Deans mouth. Dean lifted his head with a scowl on his face.

"Look who decided to join us," Jo said, giving Deans shoulders a pat.

"Get off of me Harvelle," Dean said.

"Make me." Before Jo could say anything else, she squealed as Dean flipped around onto his back, almost sending her flying off the bed. Instead, he wrestled with her and pulled her into a tight hug. "Let me go," Jo laughed. Dean dropped his arms and shifted so he was sitting in his bed.

"So, what kind of pie do you have?"

Jo, now sitting opposite Dean on the bed, bit her lip and turned to Cas. "Actually, there is no pie, but, there is coffee and chocolate chip muffins."

Dean expression went flat. "First you wake me up at an ungodly hour and then you lie to me about pie?"

"It was all in good fun you grump." Jo smiled and rolled her eyes. Dean glanced over to Cas.

"I had nothing to do with it," he said, holding his hands up.

"Uh huh, sure."

"Now," Jo said, crawling out of bed, "go shower. Charlie,Chuck, and Ash are going to going to be here soon. Booze and weed will be provided. It's shitty out so we decided to stay in."

"Since when do you make plans for me?" Dean said, running his fingers through his bed head. "And since when do you decide that said plans are going to be in my room?"

"Since your room was the only available one today, and we had Cas' permission."

"Whatever," Dean grumbled, getting out of bed. He stood up, pulling on his boxer briefs.

"Looking good, Winchester," Jo smirked.

"Blow me," Dean replied, pulling his tee-shirt over his head and throwing it at Jo. He walked over to his desk, taking a drink from one of the coffee cups and a bite from one of the muffins before grabbing his towel that was hanging over his chair and making his way to the bathroom attached to their room.

Twenty minutes later, Dean emerged from the bathroom, his towel hanging off his hips. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out clean clothes. Jo was sprawled out on his bed, flipping through his swimsuit model issue of Sports Illustrated. Cas was at his desk, hunched over a textbook with headphones in. Dean slipped on a new pair of boxers, letting his towel slide to the floor. Jo glanced up and blushed at the sight of Deans bare back. Sure she had seen him half-naked plenty of times, but she still got butterflies.

Dean was like the brother she never had. Quickly after meeting, Jo and Dean became so comfortable with each other, not even changing in front of each other fazed them. She didn't necessarily have a crush on him, but she wasn't about to deny that he was damn good-looking. And she never denied herself the chance to flirt with him.

"So, what do you think about this?" Jo asked, lifting the magazine up to show Dean one of the models.

Dean turned around and raised his eyebrows. "What am I supposed to think about?" he asked with a smirk, pulling up a pair of sweatpants.

"The bathing suit you horndog. I need a new one."

Dean walked over to Jo and took the magazine from her, pretending to study it.

"Nah." He said, tossing it back on the bed.

"And why not?"

"Too revealing," Dean said as he climbed onto the bed, pushing Jo over.

"Who are you and what have you done with Dean Winchester?" Jo asked.

"Please, you're too good to wear something like that."

Jo's nose brushed against Deans as she turned to face him. "You always surprise me," she whispered, starring Dean in the eyes.

Dean leaned in and rested his forehead against Jo's. He closed his eyes, intending to give Jo a kiss. Jo, aware of Deans plan, closed her eyes as well in preparation. Deans lips barely grazed Jo's before there was a knock at the door. Without warning, he shot up and fished around his room for a shirt, smelling it to make sure it was clean before throwing it on. "Yeah," he shouted at the door before opening it.

Jo sat up on Deans bed, regaining herself. She rolled her eyes at the fact that Dean pulled away last minute as soon as the knock happened, causing herself to think that Dean was probably just interested in a quick meaningless hookup. But that was who he was and she honestly didn't expect more out of him. Instead of pouting, she smiled as her friends entered the room, acting like nothing happened.