The second time they interact Castiel smells like cigarette smoke.

He thinks that's what triggers it.

The reaction he's been waiting for from Dean.

He's turned up 15 minutes late to chem class purposefully.

They're still paired up for the assignment; the one Castiel can't give two shits about.

He's knows at some point it's going to require some out of class effort.

The idea of having Dean in his home, his room, causes his skin to prickle over.

When he does pull out his notebook Dean shifts towards him fractionally.

"Can I help you?" Castiel snaps.

"You stink," Dean retorts, eyes not meeting Castiel's.

"Good,"

Dean scoffs at that.

"That shit will kill you,"

"That's the idea," He breathes

"Look man, I gotta ask, why are you such a prick?"

Castiel's eyes widen comically, before he shrugs and meets Dean at eye level.

He exhales a slow breath in the other boy's direction.

Let's the stale stench of tobacco linger in the air.

"Fucker," Dean grimaces.

They sit in silence for 5 minutes.

"You ever tried it?" Castiel asks him.

"What?"

"Smoking,"

"No, that shit's a dirty habit,"

Heh, Castiel had a lot of those.

"Pussy,"

Dean actually smirks at that.

"For what? Not wanting to turn my lungs to dust?"

Castiel shrugs.

"No, you do resemble one though,"

Dean doesn't know whether or not he can find it within himself to feel offended, he's finally got the dark haired boy talking, even if it is in insults.

"All pink lips," Castiel explains, eyes drifting towards said facial part.

Dean clears his throat at that.

"Whatever dude," He sighs, before returning to his work.

He doesn't however shift away from Castiel.


Slow start, I know. But it will pick up. Other characters and whatnot.

Anyways, please have patience and review.