p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"strongThanks for staying with me, and for not giving up on this fic... Yet. This chapter has a lot more gay (yay!) and you will also be introduced to some Doctor Who characters. Also, go read BookAddict67's fic (and favorite it and all that stuff), because that person is awesome and it is his/her fault that I keep writing new chapters! So thanks! Anyway, I'll shut my cake hole and you can read this chapter!/strong/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"strongAs a friend/strong Dean added in his mind./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"Mrs. Pam walked in trough the door just as the class started to calm down, she handed the canvas out and, once again, left./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Draw me like one of your French girls" Dean joked. Castiel tilted his head slightly to the left "sorry but I don't understand that reference..." Castiel looked as if he was scared that Dean wouldn't like him after making the statement, but seriously what was not to like about those damn blue eyes? "No no Dean, it's not gayness! You just like his eyes, his personality and his whole way to exist... But you are not gay" Sherlock kept blabbering on as Castiel forced Dean to draw him instead since Castiel swore he was a terrible artist "shut up, Sherlock!" Dean raised his voice, but nothing seems to shut Sherlock up. "You know, you are in the stage of denial, that's the worst one. Once you accept your... Homosexuality you two can get on with your relationship" Sherlock was really getting on Dean's nerves. Castiel tried to sit still but couldn't stop smiling at Sherlocks statements, at least they made him think he had a chance even if it was very small. "Sherlock you should be quiet now" John was on Deans side, well maybe not exactly but at least he wanted Sherlock to shut up too. Of course he was interrupted by his boyfriend "well, if you don't believe me... Lets ask... Charlie!" Sherlock looked around the classroom for this Charlie. "Yes, Sherly?" Dean jumped as the light voice spoke behind him. He turned around to see a girl with very red hair. And beautiful eyes. But not nearly as beautiful as Castiel's. strongDamn it Dean, stare at a girl you straight man! Yeah that right! Straight/strong!/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"Sherlock answered the girl without showing the slightest amount of interest "are these fellows good together?" Sherlock asked while pointing at Dean and Castiel who both tried to ignore the whole thing. "Well..." Charlie looked at the two, just as Dean finished painting Castiel. "Done!" Dean was very proud of his art piece and this one was the best drawing he had ever made, not that it was hard to make anything better than his previous art, because to be honest, it sucked. He picked it up and took a look before showing Castiel whose eyes opened wide and became even more beautiful that ever... And Dean thought that in a perfectly straight way./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Dean... I-I... why would you draw that?" Castiel was so surprised that Dean would even think to draw that. It was a drawing of him, looking normal with his trench coat and all, except for one thing. Dean had drawn him with wings, like an angel. Why would he even bother? "Sooo... Do ya like it?" Dean almost sounded worried "I-I- I don't understand..." Castiel was not sure what to say/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""It's just how you look to me, Cas..." Sherlocks eyes lit up as Dean said the words but Dean added "because you are... You're an awesome friend, man!" Castiel was overwhelmed "Dean, I- thank you!"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""hell yes!" Charlie almost shouted "set sail everyone, 'cause I'm totally on board with this ship!" Sherlock discreetly high fived her underneath the table./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"When art was over the boys, and girl, part, ready for their final lesson. Dean's thoughts moved to Castiel... Again. Wondering what he had next. "Cas, what's your next and last lesson, buddy?"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""I believe I have Mathematics"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Oh, nice"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Yeah" they shared a stare "remember to meet me in the parking lot, right outside the front door"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Yes, Dean" And with those words Castiel left to go to maths. Dean's heart sank at the thought of having to not look into those blue eyes for an hour. Because emfriends/em find it very hard to not hang out with fellow emfriends/em for a long time. Yes, that was why./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"When Dean reached the Science room he took a seat at the back of the class. After about a minute a girl with redder hair than Charlie (and that said a whole lot) sat down next to him. She was holding another boys hand and he took the free seat next to her. Yet dean was pretty sure that this boy wasn't. Her boyfriend "Hello there!" The redhead had a Scottish accent. Dean normally hated Scottish accents but this one was somehow really soothing./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Me?" Dean asked/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""No, the invisible guy behind you" the redhead answered sarcastically "yes you!"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Um... Hello" Dean didn't feel like taking but forced the words out of his mouth/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""My name is Amy Pond, this is my brother his name is John, but he is planning to be a doctor when he grows up, as if that's ever going to happen, so we just call him the Doctor"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Cool" Dean didn't hear half of those words but remembered the name Pond from somewhere. Then it hit him "ooooh, you're the Amelia Pond who wrecked that guy's locker because he 'bullied' you're brother!" Dean didn't mean to sound as rude as he came out to be, but he didn't realized that until it was too late./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Yes that's me, and I will do the same to you if you call me Amelia one more time, got it?!"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"Dean wasn't scared of a girl. No way. "Yes... I got it"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Oh and that's my boyfriend, Rory" Amelia... Wait no, Amy, said something else after that but the Doctor turned his head and said something to Dean "hello Mr. Winchester. It's really a pleasure to meet you! You see, people don't tend to talk to me a lot" The Doctor made it sound like it didn't matter and Dean would have pitied him if I hadn't been for the man's... Interesting clothes; he was wearing a shirt and black pants with suspenders, who even wears suspenders anymore? And a freanking bow tie./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Nice... Umm... Bow tie..." Dean didn't know what else to say to the guy./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Oh thank you! Not a lot of people seem to like it... Strange, huh? I mean think about it! Bow ties. Are. Cool." the Doctor stopped to catch breath "have you talked to my girlfriend?"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"Dean was surprised the someone like the Doctor could have a girlfriend. "I'm afraid not"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Well. Her name is Clara" Dean only noticed now, but the boy had a British accent, unlike his sister. strongYou must take a bit of an impossible girl to want to date him/strong. Dean thought but was interrupted when his normal science teacher Professor-... Wait, who the hell was she? /p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"She was definitely not their normal Science teacher, Professor Song./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Hello class! My name is Moll- I mean miss. Hooper" she wrote her name on the chalk board. She was not too tall, and her blonde hair was in a tight pony tail./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"The rest of the lesson went past quickly, miss Hooper was talking and Dean was not listening./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"When the bell finally saved Dean, he ran to his locker. Hurrying to get to see those damn blue eyes./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"strongAs a friend/strong Dean added in his mind./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"Mrs. Pam walked in trough the door just as the class started to calm down, she handed the canvas out and, once again, left./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Draw me like one of your French girls" Dean joked. Castiel tilted his head slightly to the left "sorry but I don't understand that reference..." Castiel looked as if he was scared that Dean wouldn't like him after making the statement, but seriously what was not to like about those damn blue eyes? "No no Dean, it's not gayness! You just like his eyes, his personality and his whole way to exist... But you are not gay" Sherlock kept blabbering on as Castiel forced Dean to draw him instead since Castiel swore he was a terrible artist "shut up, Sherlock!" Dean raised his voice, but nothing seems to shut Sherlock up. "You know, you are in the stage of denial, that's the worst one. Once you accept your... Homosexuality you two can get on with your relationship" Sherlock was really getting on Dean's nerves. Castiel tried to sit still but couldn't stop smiling at Sherlocks statements, at least they made him think he had a chance even if it was very small. "Sherlock you should be quiet now" John was on Deans side, well maybe not exactly but at least he wanted Sherlock to shut up too. Of course he was interrupted by his boyfriend "well, if you don't believe me... Lets ask... Charlie!" Sherlock looked around the classroom for this Charlie. "Yes, Sherly?" Dean jumped as the light voice spoke behind him. He turned around to see a girl with very red hair. And beautiful eyes. But not nearly as beautiful as Castiel's. strongDamn it Dean, stare at a girl you straight man! Yeah that right! Straight/strong!/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"Sherlock answered the girl without showing the slightest amount of interest "are these fellows good together?" Sherlock asked while pointing at Dean and Castiel who both tried to ignore the whole thing. "Well..." Charlie looked at the two, just as Dean finished painting Castiel. "Done!" Dean was very proud of his art piece and this one was the best drawing he had ever made, not that it was hard to make anything better than his previous art, because to be honest, it sucked. He picked it up and took a look before showing Castiel whose eyes opened wide and became even more beautiful that ever... And Dean thought that in a perfectly straight way./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Dean... I-I... why would you draw that?" Castiel was so surprised that Dean would even think to draw that. It was a drawing of him, looking normal with his trench coat and all, except for one thing. Dean had drawn him with wings, like an angel. Why would he even bother? "Sooo... Do ya like it?" Dean almost sounded worried "I-I- I don't understand..." Castiel was not sure what to say/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""It's just how you look to me, Cas..." Sherlocks eyes lit up as Dean said the words but Dean added "because you are... You're an awesome friend, man!" Castiel was overwhelmed "Dean, I- thank you!"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""hell yes!" Charlie almost shouted "set sail everyone, 'cause I'm totally on board with this ship!" Sherlock discreetly high fived her underneath the table./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"When art was over the boys, and girl, part, ready for their final lesson. Dean's thoughts moved to Castiel... Again. Wondering what he had next. "Cas, what's your next and last lesson, buddy?"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""I believe I have Mathematics"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Oh, nice"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Yeah" they shared a stare "remember to meet me in the parking lot, right outside the front door"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Yes, Dean" And with those words Castiel left to go to maths. Dean's heart sank at the thought of having to not look into those blue eyes for an hour. Because emfriends/em find it very hard to not hang out with fellow emfriends/em for a long time. Yes, that was why./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"When Dean reached the Science room he took a seat at the back of the class. After about a minute a girl with redder hair than Charlie (and that said a whole lot) sat down next to him. She was holding another boys hand and he took the free seat next to her. Yet dean was pretty sure that this boy wasn't. Her boyfriend "Hello there!" The redhead had a Scottish accent. Dean normally hated Scottish accents but this one was somehow really soothing./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Me?" Dean asked/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""No, the invisible guy behind you" the redhead answered sarcastically "yes you!"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Um... Hello" Dean didn't feel like taking but forced the words out of his mouth/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""My name is Amy Pond, this is my brother his name is John, but he is planning to be a doctor when he grows up, as if that's ever going to happen, so we just call him the Doctor"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Cool" Dean didn't hear half of those words but remembered the name Pond from somewhere. Then it hit him "ooooh, you're the Amelia Pond who wrecked that guy's locker because he 'bullied' you're brother!" Dean didn't mean to sound as rude as he came out to be, but he didn't realized that until it was too late./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Yes that's me, and I will do the same to you if you call me Amelia one more time, got it?!"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"Dean wasn't scared of a girl. No way. "Yes... I got it"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Oh and that's my boyfriend, Rory" Amelia... Wait no, Amy, said something else after that but the Doctor turned his head and said something to Dean "hello Mr. Winchester. It's really a pleasure to meet you! You see, people don't tend to talk to me a lot" The Doctor made it sound like it didn't matter and Dean would have pitied him if I hadn't been for the man's... Interesting clothes; he was wearing a shirt and black pants with suspenders, who even wears suspenders anymore? And a freanking bow tie./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Nice... Umm... Bow tie..." Dean didn't know what else to say to the guy./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Oh thank you! Not a lot of people seem to like it... Strange, huh? I mean think about it! Bow ties. Are. Cool." the Doctor stopped to catch breath "have you talked to my girlfriend?"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"Dean was surprised the someone like the Doctor could have a girlfriend. "I'm afraid not"/p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Well. Her name is Clara" Dean only noticed now, but the boy had a British accent, unlike his sister. strongYou must take a bit of an impossible girl to want to date him/strong. Dean thought but was interrupted when his normal science teacher Professor-... Wait, who the hell was she? /p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"She was definitely not their normal Science teacher, Professor Song./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;""Hello class! My name is Moll- I mean miss. Hooper" she wrote her name on the chalk board. She was not too tall, and her blonde hair was in a tight pony tail./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"The rest of the lesson went past quickly, miss Hooper was talking and Dean was not listening./p
p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"When the bell finally saved Dean, he ran to his locker. Hurrying to get to see those damn blue eyes./p