After homeroom, Dean had gone to lunch. There, he had sat with what seemed to be his newfound group of friends: Ash, Joelle, Adam, Lisa, and Meg. They weren't too bad of a group, thought Dean as he chewed on his mysteriously rubbery burger. The bell rang, signaling a frenzy of sweaty teenagers, all rushing to get to their next class. Dean rolled his eyes at the thought of it. Biting on his lower lip and getting up from the table, Dean reached into his pocket to pull out his schedule. Chemistry with Mr. Singer. Absafreakingloutely wonderful. Taking a breath and pulling his backpack over his shoulder, Dean made his way to the Science Lab.
Once inside, Dean scanned the room again. Again, there was no one who really caught his eye. Dean felt the room grow quiet as the man in the front of the room wrote his name up on the board. Turning to face the class, he said in a gruff voice,
"Hello class. My name is Mr. Singer, but you idjits can call me Bobby. Principal Alistair doesn't seem to agree with certain of my 'er, "methods" of teaching if you will, but if you ask me Principal Alistair can stick it where the sun don't shine."
This got quite a few laughs from the class. Even Dean cracked a smile. He could tell he liked this guy already. "Alright-" he started to speak again, but was interrupted by the door of the classroom opening to reveal a boy. A boy with a pair of startling blue eyes. The very same boy that Dean had crashed into earlier that day. Casti- something or other. His expression was stony as he spoke in that low voice of his, " Hello. My name is Castiel, I am sorry that I am so late. Principal Alistair had something he wished to discuss with me so I couldn't exactly refuse." Dean stared at him with a slightly opened mouth. Was this dude serious? Who the hell talks like that? It was like he was from the 1920's or something. Bobby however, seemed to be indifferent about it all.
"Sure son, why don't you go and take a seat next to Winchester over there? He looks like he could use a smart guy like yourself to wipe the frankly dopey expression off his face."
Dean reddened slightly and shut his mouth, laughing along with the rest of the class.
Castiel's expression was still unfathomable as he sat down next to Dean, dropping his science book onto the desk. He smelled faintly of cinnamon and freshly laundered clothes, and also something else. Something Dean couldn't quite figure out. Dean blinked his eyes rapidly, pressing a finger to his temple to try and stop the throbbing. It wasn't exactly a headache, more of an overwhelming pressure in his skull that he couldn't explain. Glancing carefully to the side, he watched Castiel. It was almost criminal, the way this guy moved. He was chewing on a pen; the black cap almost concealed by pink, chapped lips. His stormy blue eyes were downcast, as if he was lost in thought. Dean felt his breath catch, as Castiel set the pen down and bit his lower lip, his pink tongue darting out to lick his full lips. It was suddenly so unbearably hot, that it took all Dean could manage to tear his eyes away and pay attention to what Mr. Singer had started to say.
"Alright kids, I want you to break up into pairs of two for our first project of the year. Your assignment is to do some sort of experiment. Pick whatever the hell you want as long as you don't burn the house down in the process. Though if you do, that's really not my problem. Unfortunately, there has to be some sort of documentation, otherwise Principal Alistair will have my ass on a silver platter. But since you guys seem alright, I'm going to be nice and let you just take some pictures of whatever you do and write a short summary. Ok, have at it kids."
There was a lot of rummaging of papers, as everyone scrambled to find a partner. Dean glanced at Cas, (Cas? When had he started calling him Cas?) and saw that he was looking straight at him.
Dean's mouth fell open slightly. The magnitude of those ocean eyes just hit him full force and it took a while for him to realize that he was staring. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and raised his own green eyes to look into the blue ones of this fascinating person. Dean was past the point of caring that he was thinking these things about a guy, but not past the fact that this was slowly turning into a chick flick moment. "Hey man," he said as casually as he could, "Do you want to be partners or whatever? I'm not too great at this science crap but I've got car. We could meet after school and work at my house for a while if you wanted…" Dean trailed off and bit his lip nervously. What the hell was wrong with him? He was Dean freaking Winchester and he was getting nervous over a guy. Well, shit. Castiel looked at him with an amused expression passing over his face, as if sensing Dean's thoughts. "Sure Dean that would be great. I will see you at your car afterschool. Thank you so much for being so kind and offering to be my work partner. It was very nice of you to do so." With that, he smiled at Dean and grabbed his book-bag, following the rest of the class, which was now crowding towards the door. Dean sighed and stared after him. What the hell had he just gotten himself into?