Crowley McLeod just had to be the director of the Lawrence High School production of The Phantom of the Opera. He was going to make Castiel's life hell. Literally. He even had one if his goons tape fake flames outside of his windows. This was truly going to suck.

When he had gotten to the auditorium he was surprised to see Dean Winchester. Not like he recognized Castiel or anything. They ran in different circles. Cas was one of the nerds who kept his head down. Dean was one of the bone-headed jocks who picked on nerds like Cas. Whilst he was captain of the football team, Cas was the president of the science club.

Suddenly a voice derailed him from his deep thoughts, "Hey, Novak, right?"

"Uh yeah." Cas was surprised Dean even knew his last name but was even more surprised when he talked to him.

"I uh, know your brother. Gabriel?"

Of course he knew who Gabe was, everyone new who he was. If Dean was Meryl Streep, than Gabe was Julie Andrews. He knew everyone, he made hilarious jokes, he smelled like cake, and always had candy on him. It was a miracle he didn't have cavities.

Deans awkward cough drew Cas from his deep thoughts. "Do you know where I could find the director?"

"'Overlord Crowley'? Yeah, he's in the dressing room down the hall, third from the right." Cas replied while trying to stop his eyes from rolling.

"Thanks" Dean flashed Cas a quick smile and went to go find that little piece of crap they called Crowley.

After setting his things down on a few chairs Cas went backstage and pulled out his note book. He was set overseer and was in charge of what the set was going to look like when Crowley had his back turned. He had to grudgingly admit that in some ways he was partners with him.

After making sure Ruby Blair didn't kill anybody with a paintbrush, he went to discuss the opening scene with Crowley. That's when he almost ran into Dean. Like he was an inch from colliding with the jock before he stopped in his tracks.

"Oh hey. You're the advisor for stage crew right?"

"Yeah," seriously, what was the captain of the football team doing here?

"I was wondering if there was one more available spot?" Dean looked like he was desperately hoping there was one last ice cream bar in Cas' metaphorical ice cream truck. Actually Cas would more than likely have a bike with an attached cooler. However, this time of year no one would want ice cream, more like hot cocoa. That would mean he would be a barista, probably at a Starbucks. But instead of ice cream bars it would cocoa packets actually packet. Singular. There he was again babbling into the most random string of thoughts right in the middle of a conversati- wait.

"Ahem" Dean politely coughed to draw Cas from his somewhat pointless babbles.

"Uh, yeah there's always extra room on the set crew," he replied with a smile, trying to mend the moments he had zoned out. Yet he couldn't keep from blushing. "Meetings are after school on odd days. I'll send you a schedule."

"You'll need my number for that," Dean said to Cas what he (Cas) thought was smooth, but really was kind of awkward. However, he handed Cas a slip with his number and began to walk out. Just before he opened the door out he said, "See you on Wednesday!"

Cas held the phone number in his hand, slightly dumbstruck. Even though Dean had long been gone he said, "See you too."

I know I am so behind but I got grounded so it's taking forever also, I know a lot of you were expecting Fem!Cas but I had a really hard time doing straight fanfic. If you think I should make it fem then please tell me. However, reviews are gold and I love them.