Author's Note: The way I imagine Cas acting right now is Season 5 Castiel in the brothel Dean dragged him to. Nervous, wide-eyed. Just so that might help you when trying to fit my version of Cas in with what you know and love.

Dina's thoughts keep straying to Cas through the next two classes. She's twisting a finger idly in the ponytail over her shoulder and slumped with her chin in her hand in the last class of the day when she walks through the door.. like a daydream come to life. She sits up straighter and throws her ponytail over her shoulder, following her with her eyes as she takes a seat towards the middle. Holy crap, they shared two classes! Trig immediately got 80% less boring.

Cas settles into her seat, taking out her text book from a gray messenger bag and places a pencil exactly in the middle of the desk. She looks up exactly at where Dina is and seems startled to notice her already looking at her. Before Dina can wave, the teacher comes in telling them to pull out their books and turn to page 234. When she looks back, Cas is staring at a page like her life depends on it.

The hour goes quickly after Dina decides to make one more stab at striking up a conversation with the odd little pixie two rows over. When there's two minutes left, she pulls out her hair tie and collects her hair with her fingers to redo it, sweeping her bangs to either side of her face. When a quick glance confirming Cas is studiously writing something in her notebook, she runs her tube of clear lipgloss over her lips and rubs them together. She didn't wear makeup so this was as good as it was going to get. Just as she shoves it back in her pocket, the bell rings.

Once all the students file out, Dina catches up to Cas and the soft clicks of her Mary Janes.

"Hey! We have that class together too."

Cas turns her way and actually looks like she's- yep she rolls her eyes. "We do."

Well at least she wasn't all nervous or bolting.. yet.

"So I'm Dina."

"I know."

"You know, huh?" Dina walks a few steps past when Cas stops at a locker suddenly. She turns and leans a shoulder on the locker next to hers, smiling when she pointedly doesn't look at her. "What else you know about me?"

She's silent, placing her math text next to two smaller text books and pushing them all the way to the back so they line up by height. Still taking out pencils one at a time, she says evenly, "I know you are frequently in trouble, have a problem with authority, and are.. promiscuous."

"Ouch."

Yeah all those things were true but she hadn't given a fuck about it before. Having Cas list the last one kinda bothered her now.

She works to keep the smirk on her face. "Promiscuous is such a long word. I prefer friendly."

Cas closes her locker and looks her full in the face for the first time without fidgeting. "You seem to have a variety of friends."

Dina raises an eyebrow at that. "Why do my past.. friends bother you?"

That gets Cas moving again. "They don't," she says, shifting her bag on her hip as she walks back into the dwindling traffic of the hallway.

"Uh huh. And look at you being all judgey. Judge not or I'm gonna judge you too."

"I don't believe you quoted that correctly."

"At least I put myself out there and get in the game. You seem happy to sit on the sidelines and-"

"Are those sports references?" Cas asks confused but not slowing as she walks.

Dina huffs. "Can you stop a minute? You're always running off."

Cas reluctantly stops but shifts in place a little.

"Thanks."

"I need to get to my dorm and change. I'm singing in the choir tonight at service."

"Singing in the- Of course you do." Dina shakes her head, smiling. She would find the one devote little choir girl to get hung up on.

"I don't understand what you find amusing about that," she lifts her chin.

"Nothing, it's just.. you really buy into all this huh? Praying. Singing. No wonder you freak out when a girl tries to talk to you. You need to loosen up. I won't bite."

Cas' spine seems to straighten for a second and she leans just a little closer. "Please don't make assumptions about me. Just because you suddenly-" She stutters over the next part for a second before finally finishing, " I'm not afraid of you." She says still looking unsure.

Dina blinks. "Well good," she says, trying to look non-threatening.

Cas' head tilts as she frowns and it kinda makes her look like a confused kitten. Dina is pretty sure she's smiling again but presses her lips hard to try and tamper it down.

"I.. I have to go now. Please don't follow me." She abruptly turns and walks towards an exit, pushing the door that leads outside.

All the happy butterflies that had been doing excited mid-air twirls in her stomach suddenly drop dead. Dina's smile falls as the door closes behind her. That was the second time this girl walked away from her. And this time she explicitly told her to leave her alone. Pretty much. Well fine. She'd struck out but there were plenty of girly fish in this pond that wouldn't brush her off. Cas was nothing special.

At service that night, her head nods like usual but when the choir of twenty odd girls stands up to sing some hymens, Dina can't quite help searching her out. She can't hear her so far away, but she watches her lips move with the words and when she feels the corner of her mouth pull up she shakes her head in annoyance.

For the next week, Dina is determined to pretend she'd never noticed Cas ever existed. She doesn't let her eyes wander to her right during class and engages Charlie in conversation whenever she's sitting idly before the bell. If Cas looks her way, she doesn't know and resolves not to care. She lets her completely fall off her radar.. until lunch on Friday.

Her, Charlie and Dorothy are eating in the cafeteria and talking about nothing. Well Charlie might be talking about some spiffy new software update but she zoned out several minutes back. Feet crossed in the chair across from her, Dina drums on the table with two fingers absently until she stops when she sees her. Standing in line maybe twenty feet away, Cas balances a tray in one hand as she takes back her student ID card in the other, stuffing it into a pocket of the bag draped across one hip.

Dammit. She really was cute. Today it was a solid baby blue skirt to her knees with some little design at the bottom, another white button up shirt and white stockings. Jesus, she even had a matching light blue headband in her short hair.

Cas turns with her food then freezes when she sees her. Dina hadn't really intended on being caught but now that she's looking her way.. it's like she can't stop. They probably just stay like that for a good minute. Staring across the lunchroom like some dumb romance movie cliché. Dina actually feels a blush coming on. Which is ridiculous, really. She's been tongue deep in a girl's naughty bits and not felt this odd mix of nervous energy and excitement. Especially for someone who didn't even seem into her. She should look away. Charlie is asking something but god knew what because she's too entranced by the way Cas is tentatively starting to smile at her. It's a pretty smile too.

Then someone brushes by Cas and it makes her drop the tray before she can right it.

"Wow, Cas. Clumsy much?" Vicky asks, flipping ebony braids over her shoulder. She continues walking to table of giggling girls.

Dina is out of her seat and on her knees across from her before she knows it. She grabs a wad of napkins from a nearby table and dabs at a puddle of split milk while Cas scrambles to pick up the stray bits of dismantled sandwich with shaky hands. She doesn't look up but even through her hair, Dina can see her cheeks are flaming.

"Hey." Dina touches her hand white-knuckling the tray as Cas just stares down. "You ok?"

She barely nods.

"Here lemme get you-"

Dina was about to say another sandwich but Cas quickly picks up the tray of ruined food and walks towards the exit. She dumps the contents in the trash and leaves her tray.

She does hesitate a moment at the door but ultimately steps out with only a quick pained look over her shoulder.

Dina frowns, sitting back on her legs watching her go.

"While you're down there..." Lucy sneers as she walks by towards the same table Vicky's now at.

"I'd rather be eaten by rabid dogs, Lucifer."

"Don't call me that" she grounds out as Dina dusts off her hands on her jeans. The minions at her table pointedly look away so she doesn't see them smirking.

When Dina slips back into her seat next to Charlie, Dorothy raises an eyebrow and asks, "Have an adventure?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"You leaped up like a white knight or something." Charlie pokes her in the ribs, laughing. "Are you mooning over Cas?"

"Nah, just being polite. Which is more than I can say for her." Dina folds her arms under her breasts as she leans back in her seat.

"That's just the way that kid is," Dorothy says. "Shy, kinda weird, super quiet. I mean nice if you can get a word outta her but usually we just trade waves in passing."

"Aw." Charlie sticks out her bottom lip in sympathy.

"You know if she looks on our side of the fence for action?" Dina asks casually while sipping her diet coke.

"Ha. I don't think she looks for action at all. But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she has midnight orgies up in her room.."

And Jesus Fuck, that was a thought. Dina swallows hard and the carbonation burns her throat.

"..But I've never seen her look at someone like you guys just were. I mean for her that was probably like second base," she snorts, stealing one of Charlie's fries.

Charlie nods solemnly. "Seriously. There were practically birds chirping around your heads."

Dina clears her throat. "Well whatever. It's don't even like her anyway. She's too weird. And rude. And judgmental. And-" She sees both girls give her skeptical looks until she groans and slumps. "Sonofabitch, I don't wanna like her."

The rest of lunch is pretty tame and Dina tries to hang onto the annoyance over being ditched yet again by this chick but instead remembers the little smile she'd started to give. Ugh, she would refuse to "moon" over this girl, dammit! Absolutely no mooning she yells at herself.

The next day in Thatcher's class, Dina holds out as long as she can before she glances to the right. Cas is already watching her and it makes her heartbeat pick up. After only a second, she gives one of those small little smiles and Dina doesn't hesitate to return it.

The stupid butterflies are back. Doing new complicated fluttery routines in her stomach.

"What do you think, Ms. Winchester?"

She doesn't hear it right away. Too caught up in watching Cas worry her lip anxiously now.

"Ms. Winchester?"

Cas' eyes are huge, darting to the front of the class then back to her. Dina's eyebrows bunch trying to figure out what's wrong as she gives a little nod in that direction and with the third "Ms. Winchester?!" Dina straightens in her seat to face one pissed off English teacher.

"Oh. Um.. 1857?"

"Excuse me?" Thatcher asks.

"The answer. Am I close?"

"I asked what are the seven virtues."

"Nailed it."

"Out," she points at the door with a clenched jaw.

Dina grabs her bag and gives a blushing Cas a quick wink as she leaves the class. She gets halfway to the principal's office when a soft, "Dina" comes from behind her.

She stops and turns back to see Cas twisting her fingers in her skirt at her side.

"Hey." Dina smiles surprised and walks the few feet to be in front of her. "Whatcha doin' out here? Stage a jailbreak?"

"I said I needed to use the restroom."

Dina drops her bag and steps a little closer. "And did you got to the restroom?"

Cas shakes her head gravelly. "I'm being disobedient."

And fuck if that didn't make her girly parts quiver.

"What a bad girl." Dina teases and takes another step forward. Cas takes a step back and bumps into the lockers behind her. She lowers her eyes and smiles kinda nervous at her hands.

"I just- I just wanted to apologize for before and um thank you.. also for before."

Dina watches her shift her weight. "You're kinda weird, ya know that."

"I've been told so," her smile falls, eyes still downcast.

Dina makes her lift her head with two fingers under her chin. When their eyes finally meet from only a few inches away she says, "It's okay, I'm starting to like weird."

Her cheeks get a little pink and Dina moves a hand to put a dark spiky chunk of hair behind her ear.

"I.. um.. should get back," Cas says but doesn't move.

Dina should get going too but can't quite make herself turn away. Not when Cas followed her out here and they're alone. On impulse, she decides to cut through the flirty looks for a minute and get the big question out of the way. Even if she was already pretty sure..

"Do you like girls?"

"Pardon?!" The girl practically chokes on the word.

"Girls. Ya know.. Soft." Dina traces her cheek with a finger tip. "Sweet. As far as the eye can see." She looks around the empty hall. "Well not now but generally."

Cas opens her mouth then closes it then opens it again to say, "we are at a Christian school."

Well that wasn't exactly an answer.

"Yeah.. an all girls Christian school," Dina points out matter-of-factly. "Most are a little gay outta necessity."

"That's.. a sin."

Dina narrows her eyes. She hated that shit but the way this girl was watching Dina's mouth so close to hers and licking her lips didn't match up. Moving to cage her against the locker, an arm on either side of her head, Dina asks, "So that's a no?"

She doesn't answer just presses her lips hard.

"You're a good little Christian girl at a good little Christian school?" Dina glances down at her fingers bunched in her skirt. "You don't think about someone pulling up your skirt, playing with the top of those cute stockings. Teasing.. waiting for you to ask nicely for more?"

"Stop it," Cas says a little breathily.

Dina smirks, covering her fist at her side with her own hand. She gasps when Dina slowly uses her own grip to slide her skirt so the hem creeps up from her knees. They both watch their hands move. When the tops of the stockings show and creamy upper thigh is visible, Dina takes a little quick breath herself. She'd assumed they'd be full stockings up to her waist. Shit if that wasn't the sexiest goddamn thing..

"Please.."

Dina flicks her eyes up to see Cas looking flush with arousal and scared. Immediately, she releases her and Cas breathes out a shallow breath. Dina's own mouth is a little dry so she picks up her bag for something to do. When she turns back, Cas is meticulously fixing her skirt.

"See ya around, Cas."

Dina walks to the office feeling that much better that she was the one to walk away this time.. even if she was hot all over at that little glimpse of thigh. It was practically chaste compared to the girls she was used to.. they hadn't even kissed but damn if that last little "Please" hadn't almost made her moan. Fuck, this girl was going to be the death of her.

Principal Harvelle was particularly annoyed to see her again so soon so Dina had been sentenced to several of the crappy jobs no one ever wanted to do unless punished. Banging chalkboard erasers, washing blackboards, sorting through clothes to donate for charity, and whatever other busy work the office ladies could think up. It was dull. Brainless. So her brain was free to wander to happier thoughts. By the end of the day she was a bundle of frustration.

She's twenty minutes into sorting "appropriate" children's books for the younger classes when the last bell finally rings.

"Hallelujah!" she shouts to the empty room.

Dina makes her way through the sea of rushing girls to her dorm. As soon as she hits her room, she immediately grabs clothes, a towel, and her bathroom kit and heads to the end of the hall. After washing away the layer of chalk dust, Dina sits crosslegged on her bed and combs out her long hair.

She opens the drawer on her small bedside table to check her phone. They weren't allowed to carry them during class hours, something she'd ignored before having it confiscated twice. There's a blinking envelope indicating a waiting message.

Flipping it open she sees its Sam.

Hey. Hangin in there?

As she fights with a knot in the back of her head, she punches out a reply.

Surviving. U?

A few minutes later there's a chime.

Always. Hey so that girl Jess. She's in ur dorm, right?

Dina rolls her eyes at the phone. Apparently the prestigious Eagle Heights didn't provide everything.

Blonde?

Yeah. We kinda talked at that dinner thing last month.

Dina smirks.

U wanting her to kinda talk to u next dinner too?

Yeah kinda. =) Give her my number?

It's just creepy being my bro's wingman, Sam.

I'd return the favor but I don't think u need any help.

Ha. Right now she could use some help. She didn't know what was going on with Cas and her. One minute it was flirty smiles and soulful staring.. then she was running off like Cinderella about to lose her pumpkin ride.

Sighing, she texts back one last time.

K. I'll track her down and give her the msg. Nite!

Thx Dina! Best wing girl ever!

She opens her math textbook and her spiral notepad. After only twenty minutes, she tosses them to the end of her bed and throws herself back into the pillows. Folding her hands behind her head, Dina looks around her small room. They were each given their own but it felt like a fucking cubicle. Only about enough room for a twin bed, a closet and whatever furniture they'd wanted to bring along and were able to make fit. She had a small dresser and bedside table. There was barely enough room to walk around in. How long was their dad gonna be broken? She missed her old room.. old house.. old life. At home, she'd had a window at least. This felt like a hole. A cell. No matter how many old rock posters she plasters over every inch of bare beige wall, it was a box that felt like it was closing in.

Dina flips over onto her stomach. For a minute, she lets her mind stray to a memory of her mom coming to sit on her bed next to her. She'd been upset over some shit these asshole guys at school had said after she'd been caught kissing her first girlfriend. She was crying and her mother was smoothing her hair and telling her everything was going to be okay.

Growling into the pillow, Dina rolls back onto her back and rubs at her eyes angrily. Fuck that. She's not going to spend another night lost down that road.

She props an arm behind her head and stares at the ceiling but not seeing it. Instead she tried to figure out the dark-haired girl in the knee-length skirts. Respectable despite being a major turn on. Today at the lockers had been.. something. Maybe she was freaking because of the religion thing. Did Dina really want to deal with someone who felt guilty for wanting her? To be honest, she didn't know or really care if there was a God. Her mom had believed it whole-heartedly and so her dad did too. She kinda got the suspicion it was mainly for her mom. Maybe that's why she ended up here. Her dad's twisted way of trying to provide guidance like their mom would have wanted. Or just because he was too drunk to pay attention to them.

She shakes her head angrily and makes herself focus back on Cas. Cas with her sweet, shy smile. Pink lips. And that flash of thigh. The tops of her stockings hadn't been lacy or anything overtly sexy.. but just the fact that they ended mid-thigh made her bite her lip remembering. So innocent looking. White for godsakes.

Dina slides her hand down her chest, over her stomach and into her underwear, imagining it all again.

This time when Cas said "Please" it was accompanied by her name. Said in her alto voice.. flushed cheeks..

Dina moves her index finger in slow wet circles while she thinks about Cas worrying her lip like she'd seen her do so often. Were those pink lips covered in lipstick or a fruity lipgloss? What would she taste like? Peaches? Strawberries? No maybe cherries. Mmm.

She rubs herself faster, fingers working her closer as she squeezes her eyes tight getting caught up thinking about dragging her fingers up. Starting at her knee, she'd lightly scratch up her thigh then follow the top of that stocking to between her legs. As she pushed aside her underwear, Cas would fist her hand in Dina's hair just like she had her skirt. Fuck, she could almost hear her desperate little noises.. sometimes her own name.

"Cas.." she pants rocking her hips against her hand. Then she bunches the sheet in her other hand and pushes over the edge.

When she comes down, Dina opens her eyes lethargically wondering how she'd let this girl get under her skin so quickly.