Cas was back in his room and he stared at his painting again. His eyes flickered to his backpack slung to the side full of homework that needed to be done. He sighed and finished smudging the white halo of the moon and considered the painting finished. It wouldn't do to overwork it.

Too many hours later, Cas sighed nursing a cup of tea his hands savoring the warmth. It reminded him too much of Dean's arm around his back. Platonic friends didn't think that, did they?

Cas gave another sigh and continued working on his journaling section. The sun had long set and the moon was a faint crescent and the stars glowed brightly. He worked by lamplight and he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Finally, he stood up and put up his painting on eBay and went to sleep fully clothed, staring at the white ceiling until his eyes grew too heavy to keep open.

"It's the weekend, finally" Dean sighed dramatically and flopped onto the unmade bed. The rumpled blue covers were half off the other side of the bed and pooling into a corner.

"It's only been a week, how are you going to survive the school year?" Cas laughed. Dean cracked an eye open.

"Coffee, lots and lots of coffee," He said totally seriously.

"Really?" Cas asked, "I don't like coffee." his nose scrunched up in distaste. He had tried it once, it was too bitter.

"What's wrong with you?" Dean was fully awake now, "How do you not like coffee?"

"How do you like it?" Cas returned

"It's like the nectar of the gods. The ambrosia of college students." Dean looked up at the ceiling his hands outstretched.

"Ok then," Cas edged away holding in a laugh. Dean grabbed his arm and pulled Cas away from the door.

"You must not have had good coffee then?" Dean was still looking at him incredulously. "I'm fixing that this weekend. We're going to a good coffee place."

"But I've got homework," Cas whined and pulled on Dean's arm to get away.

"It's the weekend," Dean exclaimed, "You don't have to worry about that until Sunday."

Cas stared at him in mock horror. "My concerns for your survival this school year has gone way up." Dean let go of Cas's arm and Cas rubbed his wrist.

"Eh." Dean groaned and leaned back down his eyes closed, tugging his flannel sweatshirt closer to him.

The next morning Cas was woken up by a hand roughly shaking him from sleep.

"What?" Cas moaned blearily. He rubbed his eyes slowly opening them to see Dean standing over him. Cas immediately jerked the covers up to cover his exposed chest.

"What the hell Dean!"

"I'm taking you to a coffee place, remember."

"I thought you were joking," Cas moaned and turned over so his face was pressed into the warm caress of the pillow.

"Nope." Dean rolled him over so he was facing upwards.

"Ugh." Cas closed his eyes.

"I'll see you in ten minutes." Dean left leaving the lights on.

Cas reluctantly got up and went to the shower immediately. And washed his hair quickly scrubbing himself down with some soap. Cas stared down at the wet tile, watching the water drip down the drain, lost in thought. He didn't understand Dean. He was everything Cas didn't like it someone: Loud, strong, sometimes obnoxious. But he was so much more than that. Though he appeared to be a dumb jock, Cas could see his philosophical moments and he laughed them off. And it was during those little nuggets of time that Cas felt whole. When he was with Dean it was like the world turned to color.

When the water grew frigid, Cas was torn from his thoughts and turned the water off quickly drying his hair and pulling on a blue shirt and some jeans. He finger-combed the hair slightly and went over to Dean's room, trying to push his thoughts out of his brain.

"This better be a freakin' good coffee," He yelled into his room. Suddenly the door of Charlie's room cracked open.

"Did someone say coffee?" She asked excitedly.

"Yes," Dean opened his own door, "This guy." He jabbed his finger at Cas, "Doesn't like coffee," he said it slowly. Charlie slowly turned to him.

"You don't like coffee? How can you not like coffee, it's like the best thing on planet Earth!"

"That's what I told him!" Dean exclaimed, "that's why we're going to a coffee place to show him what proper coffee is."

"Can I join you," Charlie asked.

"Sure," Cas answered, "That'd be great."

And so, all three of them went down to a local coffee place. It was small, but still bustling with people. A noisy chatter pervaded the space and the smell of coffee, which Cas could admit was quite good, issued through the air. Charlie took a while to decide but finally chose a vanilla cappuccino. Dean ordered a double expresso and finally ordered Cas a cappuccino as well. When it arrived, he apprehensively sniffed it before taking a sip. His mouth scrunched up in a grimace.

"Come on," Dean said, "You have to like it, at least a little?" he pleaded.

"Well, if you don't want it, I'll take it," Charlie said taking a long drink of her own.

"I think that much caffeine would quite possibly kill you," Cas said.

"Are you kidding!" Charlie laughed, "I once drank like 15 espressos at once... I was so hyper." She drummed her fingers on the table looking over at the barista.

"I am so glad I wasn't there when that happened," Dean said to Cas.

Cas nodded and cringed; there was a terrible picture in his head of Charlie literally bouncing off the walls while shrieking loudly.

"Come on guys," Charlie groaned and grabbed Cas's cup.

"Hey," Cas reached out to stop her. In the process, his hand smacked into Dean's coffee spilling it all over Dean's shirt. He suddenly stopped.

"Are you ok? I'm so sorry," Cas apologized. He frantically looked around for a paper towel to clean up the dripping coffee on the table and Dean's shirt. He quickly rushed up to the counter and grabbed a bunch and mopped up the mess.

"I am so sorry," He repeated again looking at Dean nervously, "I didn't mean to."

"It's fine," Dean laughed squeezing the coffee out of his shirt, "Don't take it so seriously. It's just a shirt. I have like three others in the exact same color."

"Still," Cas handed him some of the paper towels, "It was your coffee, that you paid for and stuff.

"Seriously, it's ok," Dean waved him off, "Chill."

"Ok..." Cas sat back down. "Are you sure you don't want my coffee?" He suddenly asked shoving his cup towards Dean. Dean shoved it back.

"Oh my God," Charlie interjected, "Get a room or something." She sighed and took another sip of her coffee.

"Excuse me," Both Dean and Cas turned to look at her. She stared back at them.

"Seriously guys it's like your in a soap opera, except it's a 100% gayer,"

"I'm not gay," Dean interrupted.

"Sure you aren't," Charlie laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean," Dean glowered at the table.

"I was just joking, lighten up!" Charlie laughed

"Does anyone want to take a walk?" Cas suggested hoping to dissolve the conflict. It wouldn't be fun to have both his roommates fighting.

"Yeah, that would be a great idea," Dean replied, pointedly not looking at Charlie.

"Sure," Charlie agreed and drained her coffee in one gulp.

"You could've taken it with you," Cas pointed out, standing up from his seat. Charlie shrugged making her red hair swing back and forth. She slid her chair back with an annoying screech and stood up stretching her arms above her head.

Dean got up silently and grabbed his coffee cup to throw away.

"I think that's a testy subject for him," Cas stood closer to Charlie conspiratorily whispering.

"Are you saying he's a homophobe," She said back anger flashing in her eyes.

"No," Cas defended him automatically, "At least I don't think so." he amended reluctantly. He stepped back, away from Charlie as Dean walked back, coffee cup disposed of.

Cas held the door open for Charlie and Dean and the bells jingled wildly as it closed behind him. Cas shrugged his coat tightly around himself as the cold morning air nipped at his skin.

"It's cold," He remarked. Neither of them replied and Cas kept walking.

"So favorite movies," Charlie questioned.

"Hmm..." Cas pondered, he didn't really have a favorite movie, "Harry Potter, I guess,"

"Nice," Charlie nodded, "How about you Dean?"

"Lord of the Rings," he said bluntly.

"Never watched it," Cas commented. Charlie turned to look at him.

"Ok, you don't like coffee you've never watched Lord of the Rings...who are you?" She sighed, "Bet you've never watched star trek either..."

"No," Cas said slowly.

"Honestly, I don't know how we can be friends."

"Hey!" Cas said indignantly.

They fell back into an easy rhythm of banter. It was like the argument had never happened in the first place. Even Dean softened up eventually after the next two corny puns that Charlie made.

Later that evening, Dean and Cas somehow ended up curled up on Dean's bed watching the first Lord of the Rings movie together. As time passed and the popcorn bowl grew empty, Cas grew drowsy. Drugged by tiredness he leaned onto Dean his head resting on his lap.

And somehow Dean's hand ended up on his head. Dean's fingers intertwined in Cas's hair. Ordinarily, Cas would've gotten up, but he was so tired and it felt so good. It made this warm, happy feeling in his core to have Dean touching his hair. Platonic friends didn't feel that, did they? Too exhausted to think about it, Cas just closed his eyes and relaxed into a dream-filled sleep.

The next morning he woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Groggy from sleep he opened his eyes and blinked, confused This wasn't his room. His gaze roamed around and turned to Dean standing at a counter making coffee.

"Dean," he yawned rubbing his eyes, "What are you doing here?"

Dean turned around quickly.

"Oh, you're awake."

"Yeah..." Cas looked around the room, "where am I?"

"My room..." Dean said, "You fell asleep last night." He didn't elaborate further.

"Do you want some coffee?" He asked offering the mug to Cas.

"No thanks, I thought we'd been over this."

"Are you sure you don't want some," Dean cajoled, "It's so good!" he took a long sip from his coffee mug."

"For goodness sake, give it up," Cas shook his head, "I don't like coffee."

"Your loss I guess,"

"Now tea, tea is good," Cas nodded his head enthusiastically.

"What are you a hippy," Dean's lip curled up.

"You made me try coffee, now you have to try tea," Cas smiled. Revenge was sweet. Very sweet.