Dean came to lunch still sweaty and smelling. Castiel and Sam both screwed up their faces, but Dean didn't notice.
"Dude! Do you not shower after class?"
Thank God Sam said something, because Castiel knew that he never would.
"C'mon Sammy! Nothing wrong with a little man smell." Dean smirked to his little brother.
"Well that isn't a little, Dean. You're going to rot my salad just sitting near it." Sam was frustrated but not necessarily mad. Cas chuckled as Dean sighed in defeat.
"Fine! Two against one…you guys win! Tomorrow I'll shower!" Dean opened his lunch and bit hungrily into his burger. "But if I don't get to finish my food it's on you!" he pointed to Sam on that one, but Castiel saw the smile at the corner of his mouth. There was no threat there. Not even the slightest.
The three friends ate in silence for a few minutes before Sam perked up suddenly, as if he had just remembered something that would save the world.
"Hey, Dad got back from his job last night right!"
"Ye-eah. Your point being?" Dean clearly didn't understand why Sam had thought this an important lunch conversation. They spoke about their dad's work around friends, especially not at school.
"Which means he'll be home for another week at least right?" Sam asked, still not getting to his point.
"Yeah I guess so. What are you getting at, Sam?" Dean confusion went beyond facial expression and seeped into the tone of his voice. Sam was quiet for a few seconds, thinking of how to properly phrase his sentence so it wasn't weird.
"Sammy! Spit it out already!"
"What if Cas came over for dinner," he finally blurted, realizing there was no way to make it sound like a regular question. "and maybe, you know, he could, like, stay the night or something?" he added quickly, meaning to get the full idea of this whole conversation in.
Castiel's big blue eyes locked with Dean's green ones for a second before both of the boys' eyes were on Sam.
"You want me to come to your house for dinner? With your dad there?" he asked, slightly confused at the randomness of the request.
"It's not a bad idea, Cas. I mean, you've really only seen our dad, like, what, three, four times at the most? And you've never been to our house at all."
Dean's words were slightly reassuring, though not as much as Cas would have liked them to have been. In all honesty, of the few times he had met John, the man kind of scared him. Castiel, despite appearing 15, Castiel was still grounded and powerless, and John was a good hunter.
Cas wasn't thrilled at spending the night in a hunter's house, but still, as far as he knew, the Winchester family knew nothing about him being an angel. In fact, Castiel was fairly certain they didn't even know angels existed. He should be safe enough. Besides, if it was John's house, it would be largely guarded against demons and everything else that went bump in the night.
"Sure. I just have to ask Michael if it's ok first, but it sounds like fun." Fun? Well that wasn't the first word that came to mind but it worked just as well. "uh…what day should I come?" he asked them, realizing that Michael would need to know every little detail before saying yes or no, and the date was kind of a larger detail.
The brother's looked at each other, but Sam just shrugged. "Tomorrow's fine." Dean offered, and Sam nodded his agreement.
So now, all Castiel had to do was convince his oldest brother that this is what humans did and that nothing was going to happen. After all, they were supposed to blend in right? And going over to your friends' house is normal. Wasn't it? Gabriel and Balthazar sure did it enough…