I guess I should add that I'm not in college, so if I get anything wrong, oops. And sorry for the long wait...

It's 4:35, and Cas is vibrating. Part excitement, part fear. He has his own, worn copy of Othello on the table in front of him, and to pass the time, he pulls out his Physics homework to solve the equations Jo fixed.

Jo was right, though. Cas really should just drop the class. It was a waste of his time and he will never understand when he would ever use this in life. But, as Cas had said before, there were no other interesting classes for him to take.

Cas bites his lip and rereads the problem. He erases the number he wrote down and writes the correct one. He's intent on finishing this, hopefully before Dean gets here, so of course he doesn't notice someone staring at him.

"Fucking finally," Cas says as he writes down the last answer.

He hears someone say, "Sorry I'm late."

Cas glances up, then at his watch. It's five o'clock. He whistles. "Wow. I didn't even notice." Cas looks at Dean, and sees him avoiding Cas' gaze. He sighs. "Dean, I'm sorry."

Dean snaps his gaze to Cas, and frowns. "What for?" He says as he sits in the chair across from Cas.

"At the cafe. My friend, Jo, was bothering me and I didn't mean to, uh," Cas trails off as Dean starts chuckling. "What's so funny?"

"Dude," Dean says, clearing his throat, "don't worry about it." And Cas could've sworn he saw Dean's cheeks redden, but Dean turns to grab something from his bag. Right, tutoring time.

Othello gets the most attention it's ever got (before today, that is) during their hour together. The teacher wanted the class to read the entire book over the summer, and then each week for five weeks, they would break down each act. It's Thursday, second week of his second year of school, and they're just finishing up Act I. So Dean has a lot to catch up on.

By 5:40, Dean's given up and his copy of the play is tucked in his bag as he talks about the small cuts on his hands. Apparently, being a mechanic is more dangerous than Cas thought.

"What kind of car do you have?" Dean asks.

Cas has to think about it. "I think it's a Chevy Camaro."

Dean's eyes widen for half a second before narrowing. "What color?"

"Uh, black?" Cas says. "But my brother put a red stripe on it as a prank."

"Nice," Dean says, and looks at his hands. "So your brother..."

"Gabriel."

Dean nods. "Gabriel. He the only sibling you have?"

Cas shakes his head with a smile. "Sometimes, I wish. It's Michael, Gabriel, Hester, me, Rachel, and the twins, Ion and Inias." Cas wants to pull out his phone and show Dean the babies, but he keeps it in his pocket. He does laugh at Dean's mild state of shock. "What?"

"I always wanted another brother or sister," Dean says, "but I think I'll stick with Sammy for now."

"Sammy?"

Dean makes a strange smile-frown with his face. "Sam. My brother," but he doesn't go further than that.

Cas doesn't push it, and decides it's a wrap, and starts to pack up. He can see movement across from him, and then Dean's shoving thirty bucks under his nose. Cas just raises an eyebrow until Dean explains.

"For the session?"

"Oh," Cas says. "Well, I consider this more of a test run than an actual session, so free of charge." At Dean's too happy face, Cas adds, "Don't think it applies to future lessons."

Dean shakes his head, shoving the money in his pocket. "Of course not," but he's smirking. Cas rolls his eyes, and walks away.

"And today, we welcome a new member into our society. Everybody, please give a warm welcome to Naomi." Raphael stood at the front of the classroom, next to a red-haired girl, whose smile was eerily similar to the sharp-toothed one Raphael wore.

She doesn't wave. "I can't wait to help out however I can."

Anna, the first red-head in the club, sits next to Cas, and they both glance at each other. Cas had first joined the club freshmen year, volunteering for the bake sales and eventually joining full time. Anna joined a few months after that, and showed Cas how wrong everything was. Nobody really left the club, and were either forced out, or showed up to the next meeting with a pained smile and suspicious bruises on their arms.

"I don't like this. Not one bit," Anna whispers in his ear. Cas has to agree. Naomi is staring at the two of them like she wants to take them apart, and Raphael looks like he would just encourage her.

Cas flinches as Raphael's booming voice announces the end of meeting, and he's ready to leave when a hand on his shoulder stops him. "Castiel. Naomi asked who the most capable member of our society was, and I knew right away you were the one for this."

He stands up straighter, and nods, turning his attention to Naomi. "What can I help you with?"

Raphael grins, and leaves, not that Cas notices. Naomi smiles at the same time Raphael closes the door. "I am new to this town, and I was wondering if you could show me around?"

Cas thinks it's an easy enough task, not asking too much. He tells her that it's fine, and proceeds to fill the silence with details about the town, it's inhabitants, and what people do for fun as they walk outside. It must be ingrained in his memory, because they're in front of the coffee shop Dean happens to work at.

"This is a really nice place to get quality coffee." Cas licks his lips, hating how his entire personality changes when he's with someone that's not Anna from the club.

Naomi looks around, her gaze landing on the people working behind the counter. "I'll bet. What's good here?" Cas shows her the display case for the pastries, and the menu for the drinks. She stands next to him, and Cas automatically assumes he's paying for the both of them.

Dean's working. "Hey Cas," he greets with a smile. He has the smallest bit of smudge on his jaw, and Cas points it out. Dean goes red, and discreetly wipes it away with a napkin. They've been working on Shakespeare together for the past few weeks ($360 in the bank so far), and Cas thinks they're friends, so Cas smiles. "What can I get you?"

"I will have a small coffee, black, and a plain bagel," Naomi cuts in. "Toasted, please." Dean glances at her like he hadn't noticed her before. He nods, and types the order on the register.

Cas sees her out of the corner of his eye. She's still smiling. "Medium mocha cappuccino," Cas tells Dean. "Both for here."

"Got it. It'll take a few minutes," Dean says as he backs away. Cas brings Naomi to a table, and sits down. He notices Naomi standing next to her chair, then awkwardly drag the chair out from under the table and sit down stiffly.

They sit in complete silence until Dean calls out Cas' name. He goes up, and Dean blows air out of his mouth. "Uh, no offense to whoever she is, but she scares me."

Cas laughs. "I'm terrified. She's new, so Raphael's having me show her around town." Cas rolls his eyes as he grabs the plate holding the bagel. "I can't tell if she's genuinely happy or planning to kill me."

Dean bites his lip in an effort to stop a smile, but it doesn't work. A voice breaks through, and Dean freezes.

"Castiel? What's taking so long?" Naomi comes up next to him, and glares at Dean. "I hope he's not being rude."

"He's a friend, Naomi," Cas tells her, and she narrows her eyes at Dean once more before grabbing her coffee and the plate and returning to their table. "I should go."

Dean nods, and says, "Still on for tonight?"

"Of course, Dean." Cas grins, and walks back to the table, steeling himself for whatever Naomi might say. "How's the coffee?" He asks as he sits down.

She sets the mug on the table. "It is agreeable. Though the probability of myself returning is very slim."

Cas cocks his head. "Why is that?"

Naomi scrunches her eyebrows. "Because of the service. It took far too long for my food and drink to be prepared."

He doesn't reply, just averts his eyes and looks at his coffee cup.

It's definitely going to be a long year.