-Same day-

Dean got to his class right as the bell rung. He didn't care that he was a little late from walking Castiel to class, he just couldn't wait to get to through these next two periods so he could see him again. To Dean the classes were dragging on longer than usual and it was irritating. To Cas the classes were flying by, he was nervous for his last class. Even though he'd seen Dean throughout the day he still felt self conscious and shy around him. Dean was a cool, laid back bad boy and Cas was an honor roll student, who has never been late in his life and has a squeaky clean school record. The two of them were about as different as night and day and Cas didn't want to seem like a complete nerd.

As soon as the end of class bell rung, releasing everyone to the last class of the day, Cas felt anxiety well in his chest. He wondered what Dean would say to him. Castiel just couldn't wrap his head around why Dean would be taking such an interest in someone like himself. He quickly brushed off the thought as he neared his Math class.

Castiel opened the door, bracing himself for Dean's intense green eyes to already be on him, but to his relief and slight disappointment Dean wasn't in class yet. Cas should have figured this, it's not really a surprise since he was usually here earlier than Dean anyway.

He walked to his desk and sat down. He had some time to spare so he took out his black notebook that he usually sketched in and pencil and started drawing. He never knew exactly what he was going to draw before he drew it; it came to him as he went. Although, he wasn't much of an artist, he tried his damndest and he liked to think that some of them were pretty good.

As the picture started to form on the paper his mind started to wander to Dean. He didn't know exactly what it was about Dean that made him so mesmerizing and frightening at the same time. Maybe it was that he was so beautiful it was scary, intimidating in fact. Castiel couldn't recall ever meeting another person who was so breathe taking. Dean's green eyes that were like bright emeralds, his nose and cheeks that were dotted with freckles here and there on lightly tanned skin, and lastly what Cas took time to admire, were Dean's lips. They were a light pink and looked soft which was a contrast to Dean's rouged image, Castiel couldn't help thinking about what it'd be like to kiss those lips that contradict.

Just as that thought crossed his mind he heard the door to the class open. Cas lifted his head quickly, looking up from his drawing to the door. Dean had just walked into the room and gave Cas his signature smile. Cas looked back down to his drawing and his eyes went wide. He had drawn Dean, he didn't mean to, but he had! Cas quickly shut his notebook and put his hand on top of it firmly as if that would make it disappear, as if he thought that if he couldn't see it, he never drew it. He took a deep breath to regain his composer.

Dean took his seat behind Cas and noticed he already looked red in the cheeks and fidgety. Was walking in the same room all it took to make Castiel this flustered? Surely not, Castiel still hadn't faced him yet so Dean got curious, he looked around Cas to see if anything on his desk could be of some help. He noticed Castiel was holding a notebook firmly down on the desk. This peeked Dean's interest.

"Hey Angel, what's in the notebook?" Dean asked while leaning closer to Cas who was still facing forward. Dean was close enough to Cas so that when he spoke Cas could feel Dean's breath on the back of his neck. That sent shivers down Castiel's spine, shivers that made his face flush and his heart race. He turned to face Dean while quickly shoving the notebook back in his messenger bag. "I-it was nothing. I-I just grabbed the wrong notebook for class. See?" Cas said holding up a red notebook that had Math Class scrawled across it in neat writing.

Dean raised an eyebrow making a face that asked 'Really?', he knew Castiel wasn't being honest with him, but he decided to let it go this time, he'll find out what's in the notebook, one way or another.

"Ah, I see. Easy mistake." Dean said while nodding. Castiel sighed in relief thinking he dodged a bullet. At that time the teacher came into the room and started the lesson. Castiel faced the front ready to pay attention. Dean sat back in his chair with his hands behind his head ready to zone out like he usually did when suddenly, as he was letting his eyes wonder from Castiel to the space around him, he noticed Castiel's messenger bag hanging on the back of his chair and a corner of the black notebook in his bag sticking out. Dean sat up and looked from Cas to the notebook. Dean made a split second decision and he slowly reached out his arm and held the corner of the notebook, he then slowly started pulling out the notebook until he had it in his hands completely. Right at that exact moment Castiel turned around and saw him with the notebook in his hands.

At first Castiel saw this and it didn't register, he just looked confused 'why was dean holding a notebook like that?' 'Why did his eyes look so wide?' They just sat there and looked at each other for a minute. As they sat there looking at each other it slowly started to click in Castiel's brain. Soon all the pieces fit and he realized Dean was holding Castiel's sketch notebook. Castiel's eyes went wide and he shouted, "DEAN!?" he snatched the notebook away from Dean and gave him the angriest look he could muster. Dean sat there, trying not to laugh at Castiel's mad face, he couldn't help it, Castiel was so cute when he was mad. That is when they both noticed that Castiel had shouted in the middle of class, it was dead silence in the class as all the students were looking at them and the teacher was frowning, arms folded in the front of the class.

Castiel noticed the stares and slowly turned around to face the front. "Stay after class, the both of you." The teacher, Mr. Whitehall said. Dean shrugged it off, he was used to staying after class, but Castiel felt a pit in his stomach, he never stayed after class before. He didn't want to start now.

He couldn't believe Dean tried to look at the journal after he told him it was nothing. Well, actually, he could believe it. Dean did like to break rules and do things he was told not to do. What Castiel couldn't believe even more than that was that he raised his voice at Dean. He was surprised in himself, almost proud. Since he was so happy with himself for actually growing even the slightest bit of back bone he wasn't all that upset with Dean really. I mean sure, Dean definitely shouldn't have done what he did, but what did he expect? The big bad boy liked to break rules.

Castiel still felt queasy at the thought of having to stay after school, but he thought that maybe the teacher would let him off with a warning since it was his first time being in trouble. With that in mind Cast took a deep breath and tried to finish his notes. Dean on the other hand couldn't care less about staying after and just couldn't stop thinking about Castiel's angry face and the fact that he wanted to make Castiel yell his name again, but for a much different reason.

Class ended without any other incident and everyone got up and left when the bell rang except for Dean and Castiel. Dean got up to lean on Castiel's desk. "Welcome to the dark side Angel." He said as he winked at him. Cas rolled his eyes, but still felt heat raise on his cheeks.

"Please come to my desk the both of you." The Mr. Whitehall called for them.

They both got up and crossed the room to his desk. Mr. Whitehall turned to Castiel first, "I'm surprised at you Castiel. You normally never cause disruption." Castiel bowed his head, "I know sir. I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry." The teacher nodded and spoke again, "It's alright, don't look so torn up about it. Since this is the only time you've ever caused a disturbance in class I'll let you off with a warning. Just don't do it again. You can go now." Cas smiled and headed to his desk to finish gathering his things together. As he was doing so, he couldn't help but over hear the teacher's talk with Dean.

"Now Dean, I wanted you to stay after because already your grades aren't looking so good. I know it's still just the beginning of the year, but I expect you to try at least a little bit." Dean rolled his eyes as he leaned on the desk. "Look, I don't know what you want me to do about it Teach. I don't really care for this stuff." Mr. Whitehall shook his head "Why don't we get you a tutor or something? Someone who is doing well and can help you out?" It was Dean's turn to shake his head, "I don't want some ass with a calculator telling me what I'm doing wrong in this class."

All of the sudden, before he knew what he was doing, Cas chirped up. "I could do it." Castiel's face went bright red as the words left his mouth. The teacher looked from him to Dean and nodded, "That's an excellent idea. What do you think Dean?" Dean nodded not taking his eyes away from Cas, who was getting more and more flustered the longer he was being looked at. "I think it's perfect."

Mr. Whitehall smiled, "Excellent. Exchange numbers, whatever you have to. I expect you boys to get together at each other's houses at least twice a week for tutoring." Cas nodded not being able to speak. He had to go to Dean's house? Or Dean had to come to his? His brain started running through all kinds of thoughts.

Dean loved the sound of having alone time with Cas, he didn't care where they were, he just enjoyed being around him. And the fact that it was twice a week after school was great.

Dean walked up to Castiel and held his hand out palm up. Cas looked at Dean's hand curiously. He didn't know what was happening. So out of confusion Castiel poked it. Dean laughed and shook his head. "Your phone let me see your phone." Cas mentally face palmed and quickly grabbed his phone out of his pocket, almost dropping it as he did. He handed it to Dean and he started typing, suddenly there was a chime that came from, he could only assume was, Dean's pocket. Dean handed Castiel his phone back and Cas looked down at the screen. He noticed Dean had sent himself a text from his phone so they now had each other's numbers.

"Let's meet up after school tomorrow for my first day of tutoring, okay Angel?" Dean asked leaning in close to Cas. Castiel's face was heating up and he nodded. He really wanted to lean in the rest of the way to kiss Dean but the teacher was right there at his desk. True he probably wasn't paying attention, but he was also nervous about it because it would be his first kiss. "Good." Dean said, he leaned back out, knowing very well he just tempted Cas to kiss him. Dean was definitely going to kiss Cas, but not yet, he wanted make Cas tempted to first.

Dean started to walk out the class and as he was about to walk out the door he turned to Cas. "I'll see you tomorrow." And winked at Cas. Without another word he was out of the class. Castiel stood there heart pounding loud in his chest. He scrambled to get his stuff together and started to make the walk for home. He lived nearby so it wasn't too bad a walk. While walking home Cas couldn't help but think about tomorrow. They'd be alone together. That night Castiel took out the picture he drew of Dean. He thought it was pretty good. He admired it, a little part of him excited for tomorrow and a bigger part extremely nervous. He set the drawing on his desk and switched off his light. Tomorrow he was going to tutor Dean; he really hoped he could handle it.