A/N- Hi guys! So, I'm really excited about this story, and I want to make this chapter funny and interesting, so it won't be too boring, alright? Don't wanna bore ya brains out or somethin', that wouldn't be good. ;) So, I plan on having some funny Destiel stuff happen in here :) Enjoy!

Chapter 3 - September 19th, 2016: 1:40 PM

Dean walks into the men's locker room, there was no one in there yet, Dean always liked to get there early, for obvious reasons. It was just awkward getting dressed in front of other guys, at least to Dean it was. Dean slides his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and going around the corner, humming an AC/DC song when he looks up to see Castiel, awkwardly standing there, shuffling his feet.

"Oh, uh… Sorry." Castiel says in his deep voice that always stirred something in Dean's stomach. Dean heard Castiel cleared his throat, and Dean realized he wasn't wearing his shirt.

"It's fine, I…" He looks around for his locker, which had his gym bag, then realizes that Castiel is standing in front of it. "Where's my locker…?" Dean knew quite well where it was, looking around, then walking towards Cas. "Oh, there it is." Dean leans forward, his shoulder rubbing against Castiel's, feeling a shock through his body. But, Castiel doesn't move. In fact, neither of them do, just look at each other, Dean breaking the eye contact by opening his locker, grabbing his shirt from his gym bag and sliding it over his head.

"Sorry, man.." Dean says, straightening up, still staring at Castiel. God, he's so... Shut up! Dean stops himself from thinking anything more, smiling awkwardly as he goes to the other side of the locker room, changing into his gym shorts.

"Um.." Castiel clears his throat awkwardly, shifting back and forth, not looking at Dean.

"Uh.. yeah. You're ready for gym, right?"

"Yeah. I am.."
"Well, let's go out there together then."
"Why?"
"Because we're both ready…?"
"Oh. Right."
"Know what we're playing today?"
"Rugby, I think."
"What's that?"
"Why do you have so many questions?"
"Sorry. Just curious, making conversation."
"Well, it's basically football, but you have to throw it backwards."
"Ah, got it."
"Yeah…" Castiel trails off, not meeting eye contact with Dean still.

"Why won't you look at me?"
"I.."
"I've heard the rumors, ya know."
Shit.

"Um, what rumors?"
"I believe you know what rumors I'm talking about." Dean had stopped walking, grabbing Castiel's wrist, gazing intently at Castiel.

"I do, but.. They're not true."
"You sure?" Dean watches as Cas bites his bottom lip, shifting back and forth, his eyes flicking down to Dean's hand on his wrist.
"Yeah.. I'm sure.." Dean wasn't sure if Cas was telling the truth, and it looked like Cas wasn't even sure either.
"Well, just wondering, Cas." Dean lets go of his wrist, a smirk playing at his lips. Cas nods, looking up into Dean's eyes.

"Did you call me Cas?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well, not a lot of people call me that. Usually just Castiel, or occasionally Cassie." This causes Dean to chuckles.
"Don't forget about Cassandra." Castiel laughs a little.

"Yeah. That, too." Castiel's blue eyes were shining a little, when all of a sudden someone bumps into his shoulder, obviously intentional, falling into Dean, his hands on the Winchester's chest.

"Hey, man, watch where you're going." Dean growls, moving Cas off of him, giving the kid that ran into Cas a glare. The kid just laughs, mutter "gay" before walking into the locker room. Dean rolls his eyes, leaving Castiel behind as he walks into the gym, waiting for the rest to be ready.

"Sorry, Dean." Dean looks over at Cas who had materialized beside him.

"You don't have to apologize, Cas. You did nothing wrong."

"I suppose that's true." Dean lets out a soft laugh at the way Cas talked, so.. Formal it seemed.

"Yeah…" Dean's thoughts were flying again, he really couldn't think at all whenever he was around Castiel, there was just something about him that made Dean not able to think, to form a single thought. Dean stood there, mouth open slightly like an idiot. Soon, students start flowing in through the doors, the bell rings, and the teacher blows the whistle, pointing to the doors at the back of the school for them to exit through, soon to begin Rugby. Once they make it to the field, she tosses a football to one of the students.

"Alright, class! Rules to rugby. All you have to do is toss the football to one of your team members four times before you can make a goal, and you can't do a forward pass. As in you can't throw the ball towards your goal. Each student will have a jersey, or, a "flag", tucked in their shorts. If a player has the ball in their hands, a person from the other team is allowed to steal their flag, causing a turnover. Please, put your flag on the side. No one wants to grab your butt." Dean lets out a soft chuckle beside Cas, who looks up at him.

"Really, Dean?"
"What?"
"You know what." Dean just grins at Castiel, an innocent look on his face.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Cassandra." He says to tease Cas, who rolls his eyes at him, looking back at the teacher.

"I'll be splitting you up into your teams now." Dean moves away from Cas to talk to one of the girls, causing her to giggle. Really, he was just talking to her to get his mind off friggin' Cas.

"Winchester, you're a one."
"Great. Thanks, teach." He grins. The girl near him was also a one, and she smiles at him, which he winks in return.

"Novak! Pay attention. You're a two." Cas sighs, sort of upset with the fact that he wasn't on Dean's team. When he looks at Dean, he didn't even look the slightest upset, he actually didn't even look like he was paying attention. Dean was just.. Staring at Castiel, and he wouldn't stop. Almost like he was looking through Castiel and to his soul. Cas looks away, at the teacher, who instructs people who got a two to get red jerseys, while ones get black jerseys.

"You ready, Cas?" Dean walks up to Cas.

"Yeah, sure."
"I'm gonna beat your ass. Watch out, Novak." Dean smirks at saying his last name, and Cas mentally groans.
"I'll keep note of that. Thanks, Winchester." Dean chuckles, walking away from Cas and to his side of the field. He was ready for some rugby.

"Dean!" Cas was running with the ball, almost to the goal when he felt his flag ripped from his shorts. But that wasn't all he felt. Before Dean's hand made contact with Castiel's ass, his fingertips grazing it just before reaching his flag. Cas figured it to be accidental, but when he looked at Dean, he wasn't so sure. The Winchester had a stupid smirk on his face. Castiel blushes, dropping the ball for the other team to get.

"Woops. Sorry." Dean takes the ball, looking around for his teammates, tossing it to a member behind him, who apparently has butterfingers. Dean sighs as some guy grabs the ball from the turf, tossing it to Cas, who, apparently got the ball thrown to him a lot.

"Castiel! Over here!" Cas looks around, about to throw it, when he feels those hands on his ass again, jumping up and dropping the ball.

"Who- Dean!" No one had noticed that Dean had done it, just that Cas had dropped the football, Dean snickering behind him.

"Hey, accidents happen." Cas hears a soft chuckle, and he smacks Dean in the back of the head gently.

"Whatever." Dean continues to laugh, as the ball gets tossed to him, running passed Cas, winking as he passes by, making sure Cas can see it. He watches as the blush creeps up his cheeks, and Dean continues running, making the goal.
"Yeah! Go Winchester!" Dean grins, giving his teammates a highfive. They'd won the game. Dean spots Cas, walking over to him.

"Hey, told you we'd kick your ass, Cassandra."

"Shut up, Dean." Cas laughs, as he feels Dean's hands again.

"Stop!"
"What? I was just taking your flag!"

"The game is over.." Castiel blushes a deep red, looking away from Dean as he listens to his soft laughter, mocking him. "Don't even think about it."
"I didn't even try to do anything!"
"You were thinking it." Cas retorts. Dean sighs, groaning slightly.

"Buzzkill. I wasn't even doing anything." The smirk on his face said otherwise.

"It was just an accident, I'm sorry, man."
"Accidents don't just happen accidentally, Dean."
"Mmhmm, sure."

"Just go away."

"Ouch. Fine." Dean then begins walking away, towards the school and the locker rooms, going to his next class.

It was after school, and Dean sat in his room, curled up in his bed, eyes closed, thinking about all that had happened today. The things that he had done in rugby, doing those things to Cas... making him think that he liked him like that, or whatever. But he didn't..

I don't. Like. Cas.

Dean groans, hitting his head back against the headboard, trying to clear his mind of Castiel once again. But he couldn't seem to. Those blue eyes, messy brown hair, that weird trenchcoat he always wore, yet it somehow fit him.

Oh my gosh… I think I might have a thing for Castiel Novak…

A/N- Alright guys, that was end of Chapter 3! I feel like the chapters are just getting shorter, so I'll try making the next one a bit lengthy. So how did you like the chapter? Don't be afraid to review! And thank you for all of the follows :) Sorry this chapter was shorter, I'm going to try and make the other one longer for you guys xD