Chapter 2

Cas pulled out his glasses again, opening the book before shutting it again. A group of people walked over to the tree Cas was sitting under. No one really had a name for the group, they were just assholes whose parents ran theschool. He could see how they were indeed assholes. Their clothes were pressed neatly, and their khakis and skirts had not a wrinkle, but it really wasn't their innocent sweaters that made them assholes, it's how they went about. Despite their looks and strong religious background, they were loud and cruel and thought that the world owed them something. People like that made Cas mad, because it didn't matter who you were or what you did, you were always equal in God's eyes, and the world didn't owe anyone shit.

Now, Cas wasn't all that religious. He believed in God and some of the teachings of Christianity, but he ran into conflict with quite a handful of them, safe to say almost all of the basic rules. He didn't agree with its standpoint on equality and love and how people not apart of this faith would essentially burn in hell. He didn't actually know if any of it was true, if it was all a lie or if it was undeniably true, but he had faith, even if it wasn't as strong as others. And what he did believe, he didn't go and shove it in people's faces when they denied it, or tried proving a point by pulling out the Bible (he really couldn't, he never had a copy with him). He didn't find it right, and he hated it when people did that.

The group had been shouting and laughing amongst each other, being quite the distraction to peole all around trying to do homework or read or enjoy the rare peace and quiet. Joshua Martin, the man Cas assumed lead the group, and Mary Crites, his proclaimed virgin girlfriend (Cas knew that couldn't be true) were leaning into each others ears, talking back and forth most likely about a member of their posse. That was the funny thing about the group, they all hung out, gossiped and laughed with eachother, but not very many of them liked anyone else in the group. They had common intrests like money and power and that was all they needed to take over.

Cas got up, forgetting his glasses were still on his face. He walked away with a quickness, trying to get away from the group as soon as possible. The less they knew about him, the better. He stopped by the food court on his way to his dorm room. He had just enough change to by a cold turkey sandwhich combo and leave a dollar tip. He then headed for the dorm, where he could eat and pretend to work on his paper.

Sam was sprawled on the floor, his face stuck in his book and the door wide open. Cas shook his head, stepping over the sleeping roommate. He felt as if he should have gotten him something to eat, but Sam would only refuse. He hardly ever allowed Cas to buy him any food. Cas could understand, not wanting to be a burden or anything, but sometimes Cas just liked helping. He enjoyed seeing smiles from such simple little pleasures like hlding the door or paying for the person-next-in- line's meal. That was the only repayment he needed, however Sam would always refuse, and if Cas got him something anyways, Sam would always pay him double the amount.

Cas sat down at the desk by the window and set his food down and shrugged his bag off of his shoulder. He reached up to rub his eyes, almost knocking his glasses off. He laughed at his own forgetfulness as he placed his glasses on the desk and sat down and unwrapped his sandwhich. He went over his paper as he ate, listening to the sounds of a sleeping Winchester and music pounding through dozens of iPod docs all across the hall.

Cas finished the rough copy of his paper. "So, this is what boredom leads to," he muttered to himself as he stood, taking his trash up and throwing it into the bin. It was only 7 o'clock on a Friday afternoon, and he didn't know what to do. "I could always just type up my paper," he thought aloud as he dug into his bag, pulling out his laptop, a small ding signalling its wake. He was about to get started when there was a rapping on the wall.

"Sammy?" Cas recognized the voice from earlier and turned around seeing the man he had met earlier on the bench. The stranger walked in and kicked Sam's foot with his shoe. "Hey, Sam."

Sam groaned in response. "What do you want?"

"It's Friday night, what do you think. I want some fun!" He laughed. "There's a bar just outside of campus. I think we should go."

"Dean..." Sam sat up tiredly and ran his hands through his hair.

"You're Dean?" Cas spoke and Dean's head snapped up.

"Oh, hey, yeah. And you're my brother's roommate, Cas, right." Dean gave a grand smile forcing Cas to smile back.

"Yeah. Pleasure to meet you...again." Cas gave a chuckle with the lame attempt to be funny.

"Nice to finally know your name." Dean stared a Cas another moment before looking down at Sam. "So, are we gonna go?"

Sam pulled on his shoes. "Yeah yeah, fine, Let's go." He stood and stretched, almost touching the ceiling with his palms.

"Awesome. I'll meet you at the car." Dean walked out to the car leaving Sam and Cas in their dorm.

"Do you want to join us?" Sam asked as he pulled on his jacket.

"As long as I'm not a bother," Cas grinned awkwardly, grabbing his jacket. "I'd love to. Thanks."

"It's no problem, really." Sam walked out the dor and Cas followed, shutting the door behind him.