Gym was painfully slow, and Dean had hardly been paying attention, but then again, he didn't have to. He wasn't one to brag (unless someone were to ask Sam), but he could run circles around everyone else in his class. Finally though, the lunch bell ran, and Dean was changed and gone before anyone could ask what the hell was going on.

He quickly made his way to where Cas had told him to meet him, not wanting the other boy to think he wasn't going to show. He found Cas there already, with his sketchbook sitting in his lap, he looked up at Dean when he arrived, but otherwise didn't make any other indication he'd seen him. "Hey man, is it okay if I sit?" Dean asked, more for something to say, rather than actually looking for permission.

Cas nodded. "Of course, Dean," he murmured, closing his sketchbook as Dean made himself comfortable on the grass next to Cas. Really, Dean shouldn't have expected Cas to be the talkative type, but he didn't really know how to start a conversation with him. It wasn't awkward, just a little… Quiet.

"So what do you do here…? Where no one else is?" Dean asked looking around, and sure enough there wasn't another student in sight. It was kind of nice, actually. No body watching him, he didn't have everyone talking over each other, trying to get his attention.

Cas shrugged. "Sometimes I write, sometimes I draw, sometimes I play guitar, sometimes I do my homework," he shrugged again, looking away from Dean. "And sometimes I just sit here and relax."

Dean nodded. "You can do all that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "That's pretty… Amazing."

"I'm the creative type," Cas replied simply. And judging by his drawing from earlier, yeah, Dean would agree with that.

"Anna says you're some kind of genius too," Dean said, offhandedly. It wasn't like it was a big deal to him, really. It was impressive, sure, but Sam could do his level math, and Dean counted that as genius. The kid was damn smart. He was used to people being smarter than him, so it didn't really matter to him how much they were smarter by. "Is she exaggerating or does she mean that literally?" He asked curiously.

Cas sighed, before eyeing him up slightly, as if he wasn't sure if he wanted to give up the information. "Literally," he mumbled about a minute later. "I have… A very high IQ, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't share that fact with anybody. I hide it well, and the last thing I need is people demanding I do their homework."

"Nah, your secret's safe with me, dude," he replied, pulling a sandwich out of his bag. It was fairly boring, but he wasn't complaining. "You eaten already?" He asked, taking a bite.

Cas just shook his head. "I'm not really hungry," he replied, instead watching Dean eat. "I don't get hungry very often." Dean eyed him for a second, before ripping off a part of his sandwich and handing it to Cas. "Eat it, Cas. I don't share my food with just anybody, ask my brother."

"Your brother… Sam, right?" Cas asked, biting into the bread.

Dean nodded, in confirmation. "Yeah, and you've got… Hang on… There's Michael, Balthazar, Gabriel, Anna, then you, right?" He grinned when Cas nodded once. "Man, if you don't mind me asking… What's with the weird names? I mean Michael's a normal name, But Anna's full name, and you and Gabriel and Balthazar. What kind of names are they?"

"They're names of angels, Dean," Cas replied simply, as if he'd been asked that question more times than he could count. Which, Dean reflected, he probably had. "My mother was into angels and all of that sort of thing… She even studied theology at college, and my father is very religious, so…" He shrugged. "Mix those two together and you get five kids named after angels. Balthazar and I have the worst though, because at least Gabe and Anna shorten theirs to decent sounding names." Cas laughed a little, before taking another bite.

Dean had quite a few questions that had been raised by that, but the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "I don't know about that, Cas sound okay to me."

Cas looked up at him, finishing off the sandwich that Dean had given him. "You're the only one that calls me that. My father calls me Castiel, and my siblings come up with all sorts of… Interesting names. Usually they call me Cassie though, as annoying as it is." He didn't ask what his mother called him, getting the feeling that he already knew what the answer was. Anna didn't talk about it, and Cas apparently didn't want to mention it either, but the 'my mother was' from earlier in the conversation made it pretty clear, and it didn't take a genius to see it.

Dean laughed at the thought of Cas being called Cassie, and the look on his face when it happened. "I'll be sure to never call you that, then," he replied, instead of 'I think it's cute'.

"I would appreciate that," Cas replied, standing up and slinging has bag over his shoulder. "The bell is going to go in about five minutes; you might want to get your books now, so that you're not late to history. I don't think you can really afford to be late again."

Cas started to walk away, and since Dean's locker was at the other end of the school to his, Dean didn't follow.

When the bell finally went though, and the students filed in to the classroom, followed by the teacher a few minutes later, to everyone's surprise, Dean Winchester was on time for the first time that year. Maybe he was even a little bit early, considering the teacher was running late. And, just to add to everyone's shock, he sat himself down right next to Castiel.