Hello my darlings. I would like to thankTie-Dyed Broadway for the lovely review. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update.

So here is the first chapter from the beginning, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Castiel crossed the centre of the campus, anxious to not to be late for his lecture. He couldn't believe he was finally here. Finally he had made it to Stanford Law School. It was all he had ever dreamed about. He would have come here as an undergraduate, but he had stay home, look after his mother, as such he had gone to the local college to get his degree, but now he was here. He was free. He was in fact so happy to be there, and in so much of a rush to get to his first lecture, he completely missed seeing the easel set up by the fountain and as such tripped over it. Sending both himself and the artwork on it flying.

"'I'm so sorry. I wasn't concentrating where I was going, please forgive me-" Castiel rambled as he pulled himself up from the floor, but rather than being greeted by angry eyes as he had expected the man looking at him was laughing.

"I shouldn't worry about it. No doubt that was what it deserved. It really was a piece of crap. Hey you never know, you could have made it better, a true piece of modern art." The artist replied as he picked up his painting and showed it to Castiel so he could see how the colours had smudged together making the painting a mess.

"I don't think so." He replied with dubious voice. The picture now seemed to resemble a splodge, nothing more.

"Yeah you're probably right. Teach me to try and paint buildings right? You ever sat for a painting? You have the perfect features for a model." The artist said taking a look at him for the first time and securitising his features in a way Castiel had never had before. It made him rather uncomfortable.

"Umm, I've never really considered it. I must go I have lecture." He said trying to get away from the man who was looking at him, well like a painter would look at a subject he guessed, either that of a dog would look at a piece of meat, either way, he really needed to leave now.

"Sure, no problem, but if you ever want to consider the idea of being a model, not that I can pay you mind, call me. Here's my number." The artist said grabbing Castiel's hand and using his paint brush to write the numbers on his hand. Castiel had never met someone so forward, though this was an artist, maybe he did this regularly to find people to sit for him.

"Thank you. And again, I'm sorry." Castiel managed to mumble out before he pulled his hand away. He need to get to his lecture.

"No harm, no foul. It brought me you right?" The artist replied with a twinkle in his bright green eyes which made Castiel stand still for a second before he remembered he was running was late. He didn't have time for this, with a nod to the artist he was on his way once.

Castiel made it to his lecture with seconds to spare and breathed a loud sigh of relief as he settled into a chair, making the red headed woman next to him turn to give him a quizzical look. It would have been nothing more than a look, if she hadn't seen the painted numbers on his hand and grabbed it in a way he had never expected.

"So pulled already have you? And an artist by the looks of it. Good for you. I'm only taking this course for credits. I'm a computer nerd at heart." She said in a rush making Castiel blink at her and the look down at the numbers which had dried on his hand.

"I don't think I 'pulled'. He just asked me to model for him." Castiel replied confused now.

"Which is artist code for he thinks you're hot. Good for you, unless of course you don't swing that way, which if fine. I don't judge." The redhead replied still in rapid fire mode.

"Umm, I, umm?" Castiel responded. He was to disoriented from this conversation. Luckily the woman took pity on him and smiled while holding out her hand.

"The names Charlie."

"Castiel. Pleased to meet you." He replied shaking her hand finally having a grip on what was going on. But before either of them could speak any more the lecture started and Castiel was completely engrossed in the words being spoken by the man at the front of the room.

Once the lecture was finished Castiel had intended to go to the library to work through what he had learnt, but upon hearing this Charlie was having none of it.

"No way. Come with us to the coffee house, it's the best place to work." She said gesturing to some of the people who were already filing out of the room. And Castiel thought about it for a second, remembering his brother's words that he had never really had a proper college experience, never really made friends with his class mate. Well time to change that he guessed. He was here for the whole thing after all.

"Very well." he agreed collecting up his stuff and following Charlie out of the room. The people they were supposed to be going with seemed to have disappeared, but that didn't seem to worry Charlie. Instead she was quite happy chatting away with him as they walked once across campus.

"Well at least you're not knocking over my easel this time, guess that something." Said a voice as they crossed the quad making Castiel look up and find himself eye to eye once again with the green-eyed painter.

"I am sorry about earlier, if you need me to pay for any damages-" Castiel started to say when he recognised the artist. He wouldn't like to think he had ruined any of his work, and he had the money to pay if need be.

"I told you before, you made the painting better. So your lecture finished then?" The artist asked smiling at him in a way that seemed to make his green eyes twinkle rather attractively in Castiel's mind.

"Yes." He replied, though when that was followed by a beat of silence he could have kicked himself for his innate reply. Maybe Charlie had been right, maybe this artist was interested in him. And looking at him now, when he wasn't running somewhere else, he realise that he was a rather attractive artist at that.

"Cool." The artist replied smiling at him still, completely ignoring Charlie who was still at his side.

"Hi, I'm Charlie, Castiel's friend from class." She said interrupting the staring that was going on, it seemed to her that both men had run out of things to say, but it was obvious that they liked it other. As such, as a friend to Castiel, it was her duty to arrange for them to meet again. But she had to be crafty about it.

"Dean, the guy who met him via happy coincidence." Dean replied turned to the smiling redheaded woman at Castiel, so that was his name's, side. He wondered if she was more than just his friend from class, was he barking up the wrong tree with the beautiful blued eyed man in front of him? Was he straight after all? Dean didn't think so, but hell he had been wrong before.

"So I hear your looking for models, would I suit?" Charlie asked striking a pose where she pouted and tilted her head upwards like the models did for photo shoots.

"Well I-" Dean started to reply. In all honesty he really wasn't looking for models. He just wanted to paint the blue eyed guy, Castiel.

"I could ask my girlfriend to join me, but she isn't one for siting still for long." Charlie interrupted seeing Dean's hesitance. Yep she was right. This guy was definitely trying to pull Castiel.

"No need, you would be fine. And Castiel? You interested in modelling?" Dean replied catching on to the words her girlfriend. This woman wasn't interested in him, but she could be a way to get to Castiel, and for that, he would happily paint her.

"Umm, well-" Castiel replied not sure if modelling was really his thing. I mean he had come here to work, he did not want to waste time sitting for this artist, even if the man was very alluring, in fact it would be better if he didn't sit for him for that fact alone. He was here to work, no matter what Gabriel had said.

"Come on. It will be fun. Maybe we could model together?" Charlie suggested looking to Dean with a twinkle in her eyes. A twinkle the artist recognised as someone trying to set up their friend. Well who was he to get in the way of a woman's plans, right?

"Sure, I can see the perfect pose I would like you both to take." Dean replied with smile looking at Charlie to say he knew exactly what she was up to.

"It would not involve taking off my clothes would it?" Castiel asked cautiously he did not want to be nude in front of these two people while being painted. It would be most uncomfortable in his mind.

"No, not unless you wanted it." Dean replied, his mind automatically jumping to the image of the man in front of him naked. Damn that would make a good picture, but it was one he would definitely keep to himself.

"I would prefer not." Castiel responded taking Dean's words seriously and completely missing the flirtatious undertone.

"Okay, well I have the studio six booked for this evening, would you guys be able to come then? Say seven?" Dean asked getting things back on track, hell he didn't even knew if Castiel swung his way yet.

"Sure, we'll be there, won't we Castiel?" Charlie replied with an overly bright smile on her face that made Dean believe that in actual fact be there she would not. Hmm, was she definitely trying to set the two of them up. Which led him to the belief that just maybe she knew something he didn't. Namely that Castiel was definitely playing from his team. And that he might well be interested. Hell yeah.

"Of course." Castiel responded with a nod. It seemed he would be posing for a painting with Charlie this evening, and he had so hoped to go over his lecture notes.

"Awesome. See you then." Dean replied with a charming smile before turning back to his painting.

With that Charlie pulled Castiel away from the painter with the green eyes with a smirk on her face. It seemed that she had found not just a new friend, but him a love interest as well. Definitely a good first day backs at college in her mind.