The Campus.

7 years ago – 8am – September 7th, 1998

A 20 year old Dean Winchester threw his bag over his shoulder and slowly slid out of his black 1967 Chevy Impala. He looked towards the buildings and mentally cursed Sam for forcing him to do this. This was so stupid, HE was so stupid. And apparently, so were the college administrators. Seriously, whoever allowed anyone like him anywhere even CLOSE to a college campus, let alone let them study there, was practically stupid. Dean just didn't understand them.

Apparently though, they thought his grades were good enough and had wanted him here.

Okay, so he was good with fixing stuff but that possibly couldn't be enough to get into college, right?

Well whatever. He's here now, just like last year during his freshman year. He was a sophomore in college now, just great. He always hated the beginning of the school year, like waiting to find out who will be your roommate for the rest of the year. Dean sighed. He knew he was supposed to be with Garth, his best friend in this shithole, but they usually always find a way to screw you over here.

So when he arrived to his dorm, he was really relieved to see Garth there. He managed to stop cursing himself, Sam, their father, and everyone else who had led him to this place by the time he was met with a huge hug from said friend.

He was also really happy to see Jo here. She is a freshman this year and Dean had promised Ellen that he was going to take care of her. He loved her like the little sister he never had. That's how they ended up in the cafeteria whenever they got the chance.

It was one of those times when he met him.

He had gone to see if he could get a second burger because surprisingly they made great burgers here, when he hadn't been paying much attention to where he was going. That's how he ended up crashing into someone and knocking the poor guy over.

"Shit! I didn't see you there buddy, I'm sorry!"

He mumbled a bit before dropping to his knee and helped the guy gather his things. What a coincidence the poor guy's bag had been open when this occurred. Dean assumed he had been searching for something in it just before the incident. That explains why he didn't see Dean either.

"It's fine, I'm okay."

The male said this and for the love of pie, his voice was deeper than he expected. Dean so did not shiver, no sir he didn't.

"Here, let me help you."

He took his books and put his bag over his shoulder before offering his free hand to help the other one up on his feet.

"Thank you." The guy took his hand and finally looked up.

Dean almost dropped everything, including the gorgeous male in front of him.

Holy Shit! His heart nearly stopped when he saw the dark, ocean blue eyes in front of his. He felt paralyzed in his gaze. This guy was fucking beautiful.

Fuck. He did not just think that.

Castiel shifted uncomfortably. Yeah, Dean should probably say something instead of stare at him intensely.

"Uh, well here you go. Your books and bag seem okay and you seem fine and… Uh.. Yeah, I should probably let go of your hand and go now."

He should win a medal for sounding like a flustered 12 year old girl. Where was that smooth charm that apparently won so many hearts?

Now he could feel heat rushing to his cheeks. Really Dean? Make the situation even worse.

The guy raised his brow in question after Dean let go of his hand but didn't say nothing other than a thank you. He carefully took his things from Dean's arms and walked off in the other direction.

Dean needed air, badly. What the actual fuck just happened?! His brain was filled with a string of curses. Maybe even in caps lock.

Okay. This was all because he had been an idiot and knocked him down. His racing heartbeat was due to the anger towards himself. What would his father say if he saw what just happened.

He slipped his hands on his face and let out a long breath, realizing that he had been standing in the same spot for the past 5 minutes.

Crap. Okay. Maybe he should think about this like a real man. Just deal with it, right.

He thought about how his heart had missed a beat, maybe two, at the sight of the other male. Dean hadn't even asked for his name.

He knew he had caught himself checking some of the guys out before and hey, he enjoys the sight of anything hot, as long as it was human. That still didn't mean anything, right? He just… Just liked to compliment beauty when he saw it.

But this was definitely a first, the whole heart rate thing and goddamn it, Dean had gone completely speechless. Dean Winchester had never been speechless before. Ever.

Fuck.

He had to talk to Garth.

He went back to their table, ignoring the questioning looks from those around him.

"Garth, do you have class after this?"

Dean loved how his friend knew something was up and was willing to go along with it.

"Uh, I guess I'm free after lunch."

Dean nodded stiffly and bit as hard as he could into his poor sandwich. He tried to calm down, now that he was surrounded by his friends.

But he knew he just couldn't. There was a pair of blue eyes mocking him. He knew he was acting like an idiot, this shouldn't be such a big deal anyways.

"Dean, you wanna tell me what happened?"

Dean came back to reality at the sound of Garth's voice. He hadn't even realized that they were now alone.

"Garth, I have a huge problem and I need your help."

Where the hell did that come from?! Why did he even say that!

Garth just kept staring at him before speaking up.

"Dean.. If what you need help with is homework then-"

"No! No, that's not it Garth."

"Then…"

"I… Uh…"

This was completely stupid. There was nothing wrong with liking guys too, right? It's just that he didn't like guys. He knew he didn't. He had never imagined how it would be, kissing a guy, no matter how hot the guy was.

That was until now. Now, he couldn't stop think about those full, pink lips and how they would taste, how they would feel if Dean were to bite at them.

Nope. He shouldn't be thinking about this. Even if Dean got around the idea of being with a guy, why would someone as gorgeous as him want to be with Dean? He might not even like guys. Or worse, he might already be in a happy, loving relationship. He looked like the type so-

"Dean."

Dean looked at Garth and decided to take action.

"I need your help finding somebody for me,"

Now Garth looked suspicious.

"Who?"

Dean scoffed.

"I don't know his name, hence why I need your help tracking him down. All I can tell you is how he looks like."

Okay, maybe suspicious was an understatement.

"Why do you need to find him? You usually go for girls? Unless you've-"

This is when Dean throws the plastic from his sandwich directly at his friend.

"No Garth, it's not like that. This guy was someone I bumped into earlier and he dropped his pen."

Garth narrowed his eyes. Garth knew he was lying but nodded nevertheless.

* A Song For You *

It had taken Garth more than two weeks to track down the guy and Dean would have forgotten about him if… Well, if it hadn't been him.

Dean was trying to study for his quiz tomorrow and he was getting really frustrated with integrals. He would never get this crap anyways.

Of course that was when Garth basically gave him a heart attack by running into the room and screaming like the little girl he was.

"Dean! I've got it!"

Dean frowned for a brief moment before sitting up straight on his bed.

"Then who is he?"

He knew damn well that he sounded a bit too excited about a random guy he had bumped into less than a month ago but he really didn't care. He had been going crazy for the last two weeks so sue him if he was a bit over happy.

"His name is Castiel Novak and he's a senior in Pre-Med."

He handed Dean a small piece of paper with the guy's- no, Castiel's number and watched as Dean stared at it.

What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't just call the guy and say something like 'hey, I'm the guy who knocked you over 2 and half weeks ago. I got my friend to track you down so that's why I have your number. Wanna go have coffee?'

And he definitely couldn't tell him he had his pen that didn't exist.

Goddamn it. Why was this so hard for Dean, ladies' man Dean fucking Winchester! He can be with any girl he liked with a snap of his fingers! What was so difficult about talking to this guy?

"Thanks Garth, I owe you one."

He folded the piece of paper and put it inside his wallet. Right now, he had to deal with integrals. He groaned in frustration.

* A Song For You *

Another two weeks have passed since then and Dean has yet to call or text the mysterious, blue-eyed senior. Castiel, his name was Castiel. Dean had searched the name up and apparently, it was the name of the 'Angel of Thursdays'. Ironic how they met on a Thursday, not that Dean had memorized the date or anything.

He was in the library one afternoon when the unexpected happened.

He was looking for a book in the history section that Sam recommended, saying that he was gonna love the book and how he should really give it a try. So here he was, searching through the endless amounts of books in the section when he heard a thud.

He thought he was just hearing things but when he heard a louder noise and then a gasp that followed, he knew something was up.

He frowned and decided to look into the source. He made his way around the corner of the aisle and froze, the air suddenly gone from his body.

Castiel got slammed into the shelves once more when Dean got there, his air forcefully knocked right out of his system. Somehow he was still able to speak though when he said very sharply to his attacker, "Leave me alone Uriel."

His attacker, a dark-skinned male whose name is apparently Uriel, didn't seem to take any consideration to his victim's words. Dean had had his share of big guys beating the shit out of him, so he knew he could handle this guy very easily. Not just to protect Castiel, but also because he really didn't tolerate bullying.

He took one step forward and cleared his throat.

"Hey. Let him go."

Both males turned to face him, one looking very surprised and the other, very pissed.

"You should mind your own fucking business kid. Now leave before it's too late."

Dean smirked.

"Now I suggest you leave Castiel alone and leave before I do something you'll regret, buddy. And you really don't want to test me."

He knew the cold stare he gave him plus the confidence and threat would do the trick.

Uriel grunted and let go of Castiel, making him fall on the ground in front of him. Uriel stepped away, still deciding whether to fight Dean or not. At last, he decided to just leave. Though not before a threat was placed over both of their heads.

"This is not over Castiel, or you for that matter."

He glared at both of them before walking away. Castiel was glaring at him as he walked away and holy shit if it wasn't scary. But it was a good scary.

Fuck. Dean was becoming such a girl.

He bent over and helped Castiel up along with his bag.

"Thank you for that but it was not necessary. I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I'm not some freshman who'd get constantly bullied. If I wanted to fight him, I would have done so."

Dean smiled to himself. Pride, he always respected pride.

In reality though, he shrugged and shifted from one foot to the other.

"Well, I kinda owed it to you because of the other day. Plus, you looked like you didn't want any trouble, so I don't mind helping you out."

He winked. That was his secret weapon, his charm, and it just had to work. All Gods above and beneath, please let this work!

Castiel just looked at him with one brow raised like before. Like he was clearly unimpressed.

"Well good for you then."

Damn it.

Okay, Dean was so giving the middle finger to all those gods. That's why he never prayed anyways.

He held his hand forward instead.

"I'm Dean. Dean Winchester."

Castiel shook it politely but very firmly. Seriously, this guy was perfection wrapped in a human body.

"I'm Castiel but apparently you already know. I don't remember giving you my name though."

Dean knew he was probably looking a little flustered right now because he was feeling embarrassed. He really should have thought this one through.

"Uh… Well, I tried to find you after that day. We kinda got off on the wrong foot and I wanted to apologize for my behavior. Maybe even offer a cup of coffee."

Dean brushed the back of his neck with his hand. Oh please let him say yes.

Castiel stared at him for a moment.

"All you did was bump into me, which if you didn't realize it yet, I wasn't watching where I was going either. I didn't mind it though so there's no need for you to apologize. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some studying to do."

Dean felt hurt but Castiel didn't seem to take notice. Dean looked away, slightly angered by his response.

"Oh yeah, sure. I'm sorry, what was I thinking. A senior wouldn't have time for a cup of coffee with a sophomore who was just trying to be friendly. I get it."

Now Castiel looked a bit hurt. Okay, maybe Dean was being a dick but you can't blame him, he actually did want to be friends with the guy.

He turned on his heels and started walking back to his bag near the corner of this section. He then paused and threw a glance back at Castiel, frowning.

"I hope you're pleased with yourself, Castiel."

And then he was gone.

He didn't understand. Where had he been wrong? Maybe Castiel was lying and he was still upset with Dean because of how weird he had acted when they'd first met.

"Whatever!" Dean muttered under his breath to himself before returning back to looking for that book, though with a little more force than necessary. He was so buried in his thoughts that he almost missed the noise from behind him.

Someone had cleared their throat.

Dean turned around and he was a little shocked to see Castiel in front of him, looking a bit shyer than a few minutes ago. Almost like a lost puppy. A lost puppy that almost kicked Dean's ass for saving him.

"Dean, right?"

God fucking damn it. No one had ever missed Dean's name before. Just why was this guy so special.

Dean gave himself a mental slap on the head. Just because Dean liked this guy, doesn't mean that Castiel was into guys. Or more specifically, Dean.

He nodded once.

"Uh… Look, I'm sorry about that. You just caught me in a bad moment and…"

Castiel was blushing now and Dean immediately decided that the red on his cheeks complimented his perfect eyes more than ever before.

He just now had to play it cool.

He shrugged. "It's fine. I shouldn't have interfered in something that had nothing to do with me anyways."

If Dean was talking formally, then he was still pretty hurt. Not everyone knew that though and he intended to keep it that way.

Castiel smiled apologetically.

"Well I'm glad you did anyhow. You were right, I didn't want to make a scene. But mostly I didn't want Uriel trying to kiss me either."

Dean felt his breath catch in his throat for like the third time today. Did that sentence mean anything, Dean couldn't say for sure.

"Well then, glad I could help."

He turned his back to Castiel. What was he supposed to do now? Ask the guy out again? No fucking way is that happening again.

"I was hoping maybe you would… Still want to go out for that cup of coffee later.. But I should pay since I was rude to you and you were just trying to help. It's just that I don't have many friends around here and everyone seems to be into pranks that involve me so…"

Castiel suddenly stopped, as if he had said too much and Dean turned just in time to see the blush growing to his ears and neck.

He had finally found his book anyways, so maybe he could give this Castiel guy another chance.

"Okay, sounds good. Are we done here?"

Castiel nodded and quickly turned to go towards the exit with Dean following behind.

* A Song For You *

Dean thought the cafeteria would be good enough but apparently Castiel seemed to be a bit picky about his coffee. So he dragged Dean to a café near the campus.

The café was called 'The Campus.', which Dean thought was very stupid.

'Whatever. Weird, nerdy guy and his weird, nerdy coffeehouse.'

Dean scooted behind one of the booths in the back of the house while Castiel sat right across from him.

Dean had ordered a 'Cup of House Special' hot chocolate and Castiel ordered his regular, a Café Au Lait.

"So… You're really a senior?" Dean asked, in an attempt to break the silence.

Castiel nodded once.

"Huh, you don't look like it. Honestly, you look like you're my age."

Castiel smiled and Dean's heart flipped. Castiel has a great smile.

"Well, I've actually just turned 20. I just jumped two years during my junior high and high school. How old are you?"

Dean grinned. "20, but I've been 20 since the beginning of the year so I'm older than you. But I'm a sophomore in Mechanical Engineering."

"Mechanical Engineering? Oh, I'm in Pre-Med."

'I know.' Dean thought quietly.

The waitress came by and placed their drinks in front of them while Dean gave her a flirty smile.

Castiel looked at him with an eyebrow raised once the waitress left the table.

"What? I can't help being charming."

And holy shit, Castiel actually laughed at that. It sounded like bells to Dean.

Dean was not normally a sappy kind of person. He didn't really believe in love at first sight either. He just felt really connected to this guy and it felt nice to be around him, even if it hasn't even been an hour since they officially talked.

They continued to talk about their courses and majors.

Dean found out that Castiel didn't have a roommate and that Uriel was his cousin. He had always give Castiel a hard time because apparently he wasn't into girls.

Dean felt a small hope in him when he heard that.

Castiel smiled at him.

"I find your enthusiasm very adorable Dean, but you don't seem like the type."

Dean frowned in confusion, taking a sip from his drink.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you look very straight to me."

Dean nearly choked on his drink. Okay, that was a little too forward, wasn't it?

Dean leaned back and placed his arms behind his head.

"Well Cas, I don't really know what's the deal with you, but I am very attracted towards you."

Dean didn't know what made Castiel blush, the newly invented nickname or the compliment.

"Dean, I don't think it's such a good idea. This is my last year here and you still have 2 more years to follow. I don't like starting something that I can't finish."

He looked somewhat troubled at the thought.

Dean did the only thing he could do, he placed his hand over Castiel's on the table.

"Hey Cas, look. I've never felt this way towards anyone. Not this fast. And I just want to get to know you, learn everything there is about you. So come on, give us a chance. I'm not a sappy, cheesy guy like how I'm acting right now. Hell, I've never even kissed a guy before, but I do want to try this with you. It feels…. Right."

Okay, he should really stop. He was starting to sound pathetic here.

Castiel looked at him and narrowed his eyes.

"Alright Dean. But if you hurt me, I will get back at you."

It took Dean several seconds to realize he was joking.

"I won't, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die."

Castiel shook his head in disbelief.

They finished their drinks and, despite Castiel's endless protests, Dean paid for the both of them and they got out of the now crowded place.

"Is it okay if I walked you to your dorm?"

Dean was not blushing right now and that is not why Castiel is chuckling either.

"Okay Dean. You may walk me back."

They walked in silence but it was a good silence, relaxing even.

"Are you free on Saturday? There's a party if you're interested."

Castiel looked at him with an amused expression.

"Dean, do I look like the type to go to parties."

"No, but you also don't look like a senior in college but yet here you are."

Castiel chuckled and Dean rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's gonna be fun though. There aren't many people, mostly my friends. Whom are nice people too, I promise."

He grinned a very boyish grin, just like a little kid.

Castiel was now laughing and raised his hands in the air, surrendering.

"Okay okay, fine. I'll go with you."

They had finally reached Castiel's room but Dean didn't want to go. Not now.

He stepped closer to Castiel and took one of his hands.

"I'm gonna text you where it'll be then."

"You're gonna need my number for that Dean."

Dean grinned and stepped a little closer so they were about an inch apart.

"And how exactly, Dean Winchester, do you have my number."

Castiel was now whispering oh-so tenderly, his eyes were fixed on Dean's lips.

This guy knew exactly what he was doing to Dean. And Dean definitely liked it.

"Like I said, I wanted to ask you out for a cup of coffee."

"But you never called."

Dean placed his hand on Castiel's lower back and leaned closer, his lips so close to Cas'.

"I was waiting for the right time."

"I'm sure you were Dean."

And with that remark, Castiel shoved Dean aside and smirked.

"You think it'll be that easy to get a kiss from me?"

Before Dean could process what had happened, Castiel was opening the door to his room and walking inside.

"Text me." He winked and then shut the door closed, leaving a startled Dean behind it.

He really did like this guy.