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(If you guys were expecting a "hot" looking Castiel at the party last chapter, sorry to disappoint. I was just kind of this of real Castiel's outfit and how he wears a black jacket, white button-down, blue tie, and black pants and I thought "how do you make that casual?" so I thought baseball shirt black jeans and a blue necklace.)

I also just want to remind everyone that this is un-beta'd.

I do not own Supernatural yadda yadda yadda


Dean

My eyes shot open as the clock next to me started ringing. I groaned as the sound of another week of school signaled. I slapped the clock to shut it up and covered my head with my pillow.

"Dean," I heard a soft voice, "time for school."

I groaned again and took the pillow off my face and looked at my mom who was smiling at me, "thanks mom."

I got up and walked into the bathroom where Sammy was brushing his teeth. He looked at me and smirked.

"What?" I ask, picking up my own toothbrush.

He waited to answer, leisurely rinsing his mouth and wiping it dry, "So. . . ."

"So . . . what?" I ask, beginning to brush my teeth.

"I heard about the party you went to," he raised his eyebrows.

"What about it?" I say through foam turned toothpaste.

"Ruby's sister said you hooked up with some girl . . . a girl that wasn't Lisa."

I almost choked on my toothpaste, "that's . . . an overstatement."

"Sure it is," he leaned against the counter.

I grabbed a towel and whipped it at him, "go downstairs!"

I quickly washed up and walked downstairs. Sam was stuffing his face with French toast and dad sat at the head of the table reading a newspaper.

"Here you go, sweetie," mom said handing me a plate with French toast and bacon.

"Thanks, mom," I said kissing her cheek as I took the plate.

"You doing anything today?" dad asked me as I sat down, looking up from his paper.

I shrugged, "Not sure."

"Just make sure you pick Sam up from math club at 5," he reminded me.

"Math club?" I said looking at Sam.

He shrugged as he chewed his food.

"You two better hurry up or you're gonna be late," mom said.

We scarfed down our food and grabbed our bags. "Bye mom, bye dad," we both called out before heading out the door.

I walked over to the driver's side and slid in just as Sam was clipping his seatbelt in. I was pulling out of the drive way when Sam asked, "So who was it?"

"Who was what?" I asked focusing on the road.

"Who was the girl you hooked up with?"

"I don't know because I didn't hook up with anyone."

"You know what I mean."

I groaned, "You wouldn't know her."

"Try me."

"Castiel Novak," I said looking over at him briefly.

"She's in my AP Algebra 2 class," he stated simply.

"Of course I'm wrong. AP huh?"

"Yeah, Mr. Raphael always talks about how great her scores are and she just looks uncomfortable while he talks about them."

"I bet she does."

Sam laughed and we pulled into the parking lot, "see ya later Sammy," I called after him.

I walked to my first period and saw Cas at her locker before turning into my classroom. As I dropped my bag next to my desk and sat down, Meg sat on my desk.

"So, what's up with you and Novak?" she sneered.

"Nothing," I stated, pulling my history book out.

She scoffed, "that definitely did not look like nothing to me."

I shrugged not knowing what else to say.

"What did Lisa say? I bet she's pissed."

"Why should she be? We're not dating. We just flirt and stuff. That's it."

"We'll see," she smirked as she walked over to her own desk.

"Okay class," Mr. Turner greeted, "today I have a partner assignment," a few people cheered but he stopped them, "but I've already picked out your partners," he said, causing the class to groan. He put me with a kid named Chuck Shurley.

"Okay so fascism," I started off, "what is it?" I asked Chuck.

"It's an extreme form of nationalism, the belief that all your loyalty should belong solely to your country."

"Okay," I said, writing it down, I looked back over at him to see he was looking at his phone under his desk, "who are you texting?" I asked curiously.

"Castiel Novak," he said, embarrassed he was caught.

"You're friends with her?"

"Well, yeah," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Can you tell me about her?" I asked curiously.

He looked baffled, "Why?"

I shrugged, "I met her Saturday and she was kind of weird."

I scoffed, "That's Castiel for you," he laughed, he paused before continuing, "Well, she the youngest and only girl of her family. She has four older brothers. I'm sure you know them. You are Dean Winchester, after all," he said without thinking.

"She doesn't say much," I noted.

"Maybe to you but I guess I'm pretty lucky. She doesn't talk to that many people; pretty much only her friends and her brothers."

"Why doesn't she talk to anyone else?" I pressed further.

He debated whether or not he tell me before shrugging, "she said it's because she's awkward and, I'm quoting her here, 'it would take her forever to have a normal conversation with another human' but that's complete bull because she talks to a bunch of strangers on Tumblr and she got along with Balthazar when I introduced them. I think it's one of the reasons she doesn't get a Facebook; human interaction with people she knows in real life. I think she's still sad about what happened to her parents," he explained. His phone buzzed again and he looked at the screen, laughing as he sent a response.

I was about to ask about her parents but the bell rang, ending my conversation with Chuck, so I grabbed my backpack and head out the door.

"Hey Dean," Cassie smiled at me as I walked past her. She had been my first girlfriend and things ended kind of rough but we finally smoothed things over.

I opened my locker after greeting her and sifted through my papers. Someone grabbed my collar and before I knew it, I was kissing Lisa. My eyes were wide at first but then I got into it, placing my hand on her waist and on the nape of her neck. When we pulled apart, I saw Castiel leaning against a locker on the other side of the hall, her eyebrow arched at me as she saw our little endeavor before turning back to the blonde haired boy standing next to her.

"That was because you kissed another girl," she said seductively, "and I don't need you thinking about anyone else."

"It was just Pam" I shrug.

"Not her. That other girl," she reminded me as she played with the color of my shirt.

"Right," I said, remembering the seven minutes I spent in the closet, not kissing Castiel. I started feeling awkward standing this close to Lisa, "sorry, I need to get to English," I told her, taking her hands off my shirt, "Mr. Elkins is gonna be pissed if I'm late for his class again," I shrug, backing away from her.

"That's fine, I'll just see you at lunch," she said walking the other way.

I turned on my heel, beginning to make my way to the English classroom. As I walked up to the door, I saw Castiel standing beside it, talking to Gabriel.

"Come on, just go out with him," Gabriel said quickly looking at clock. Him?

"Fine, but only because I know you're going to keep bothering me about this until I do."

He grabbed her into a tight embrace, "Thank you! You are saving my ass."

"Don't I always? Now hurry up or you're gonna be late to class," she told him, pushing him away. She looked over at me and smiled awkwardly before making her way into the classroom.

I walked in after her and Adam nodded me over. I sat in the desk between him and the window and on the other side of the room from Cas.

"So you and Castiel, huh?" he said as I sat down.

"Oh my God," I said rubbing my temple.

This is gonna be a long day.

Castiel

"You know, you're gonna explode from eating those one day," Balthazar said to me as I took a bite out of my burger.

I shrugged him off as I turned my attention to Jo and Chuck's conversation, "So you and Dean got partnered up?" Jo asked him.

"Yeah, but it was weird," he said poking at his food.

We all waited for him to continue but when he didn't, Jo rolled her eyes, "Weird how?"

"Well, he started asking about you," he said looking at me.

I tilted my head in confusion as Jo kept going, "what was he asking?"

"I dunno. He asked why you don't talk much and I said it's because you're awkward and you only talk to us," he gestured to the table, "and your brothers."

"Good boy," I said throwing a fry at him.

I looked around the lunch room and saw Dean staring at me. We looked at each other for a while before I broke my gaze. I looked back at the table to see they were all staring at me too.

"What?" I shrunk away.

"You were totally just having eye sex with Dean," Becky smiled, something in her tone said that her gears were shifting and she was starting to get ideas.

"You guys are thinking too much into this," I told them turning back to my burger.

"You were staring at each other for, like, two minutes," Jo told me. I shook my head and turned my attention back to my food.

Gabriel walked up to me and crouched down at the edge of the table, "So you're okay with going on that date?" he asked in hushed tone, that way, only I could hear.

"Of course I'm not," he frowned a little but I continued, "but I know you need me to do this so I guess I'll grin and bear it."

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "you're my little sister and I should be beating guys up for wanting to date you but-"

"Gabe," I cut him off, "it's fine."

"You say that but I know how much you don't like-"

"Gabriel," I stopped him, "I said it's fine." He looked at me solemnly, beginning to regret what he did. I picked the pudding off my tray, "here," I held it out to him, "stop feeling bad. It doesn't work with your persona."

He got up and quickly kissed my head, taking the pudding as he walked away. I turned my attention back to my friends.

"Please Chuck?" Becky begged, holding onto her boyfriend's arm.

"But I barely know the guy. It'll be weird asking him to hang out."

"Asking who to hang out?" I asked picking up a fry.

"D-"

"No one!" Jo and Becky said over Chuck in unison.

I raised my brow skeptically at them but decided to drop it. I had other problems.

Dean

"Hey Dean," a voice said quietly from behind me. I turned around to see Chuck Shurley standing there, playing with his hands, "this is gonna sound kind of weird but you wanna hang out after school? I-I mean not 'hang out', hang out but like meet up after school to work on the History project or something," he stuttered out.

"Uh," I paused, debating whether or not before ultimately deciding, "sure," I tell him, although it came out like a question.

"C-cool. I know this place with really good dessert," he said.

I raised my brow skeptically, "we're not going to your house?"

"Uh . . . no, there's this restaurant that I go to a lot. They'll think it's weird if I don't stop by. Is that okay?" he asked a bit worriedly.

"Yeah, yeah it's fine," I reassured him, only because I thought if I didn't, the kid would have a panic attack.

"Cool," he breathed out in relief.

XXX

"You brought me to a diner?" I asked Chuck.

He shrugged, "Jo told me that you like pie and this place has the best."

"Well they better have a damn good apple pie because, dude, this is weird," I said gesturing between the two of us. I mean, I barely knew the guy.

He shrugged, "Becky told me I should become friends with people outside of our group and you seem to talk to Jo a lot," he muttered but something about the way he refused to look at my face told me there was something else.

"Well if you keep doing what she tells you without putting up some kind of fight, you're gonna be whipped," I told him as a red haired waitress came by.

"Hi," she smiled at me, ignoring Chuck as she did so, "Can I get you anything?"

"Two slices of apple pie please," Chuck told her, "The works."

She nodded, looking back at me for a while, before going behind the counter, joining another one of her workers and clipping the piece of paper with our order on a clothespin that hung from a string.

Ten minutes later I still didn't have "the best" apple pie and I was getting anxious.

"That's it," I said finally getting up from my spot. Chuck watched me nervously as I walked over to the counter, "excuse me, I've been waiting for two slices of apple pie for ten minutes," I told a waitress behind the counter. She spun around and I was met with a pair of electric blue eyes.

Castiel

"I need two chocolate chip waffles with whipped cream," I told Gordon through the rectangular order window.

"Comin' right up," he called out.

I heard the familiar ring of the door as more customers came in, "Castiel, their in your section," Anna told me as she walked up to the window.

I nodded at her as I turned around to see Chuck sitting in a booth with Dean. My eyes widened as I turned back around, "Oh my gosh, Anna, please, please, please take that booth for me."

"What?" she said turning around briefly before turning back to look at me, "no way. I have my own tables."

"Please? One of them is attractive," I told her raising my eyebrows.

She looked back to check to see if I was telling the truth about the attractive guy. She paused, debating whether or not she should take it until finally, "Fine. But only because he's attractive and your puppy face kills me."

"Thank you," I smiled at her as she walked over to them.

I turned back around to see Gordon arching a brow at me, "isn't that Chuck? I thought you guys were friends."

I sighed, "we are. It's the guy with him that I'm avoiding," I explained.

"Why? He doesn't look that bad."

"Your judgment is clouded from the kitchen fumes you've been breathing," I laughed.

"Come on, what's wrong with him?"

"Remember that thing I told you. About the guy and the lake two years back."

He paused thinking it over, "oh."

I nodded solemnly as Anna came back with a sheet of paper, "two apple pies with the works. Damn, the guy with short hair; Greenest. Eyes. Ever," she said looking over at me.

Don't I know it.

"Order up," Gordon said sliding two waffles over the steel counter. I took the two plates and pulled a canister of whipped cream out. I sprayed a large drop in the middle then smaller ones in a circle around the edges for both before sprinkling powdered sugar on it.

"You always look so calm when you do that," Anna commented after watching me do it to the second waffle.

I shrugged, "I like my job," I smiled before turning to the other side of the diner and walking over to the guys that ordered, "here are your waffles, can I get you two anything else?"

The guy shook his head, "we're perfect, thank you," he said smiling over to the guy sitting across from him.

I smiled, "Okay, just let me know if you need anything," I told them before turning on my heel and grinning at how happy they seemed.

I was leaning against the counter waiting for an order when a voice behind me said, "excuse me, I've been waiting for two slices of apple pie for ten minutes."

I turned on my heel to be met with pair of green eyes. My mouth hung open slightly as I stared at Dean.

"Cas," he breathed out in surprise.

I stood there, speechless with my jaw hanging slightly open for who knows how long before I cleared my throat looked away, "two apple pies coming right up," I told him as I walked over to the fridge and took one of the pies I made earlier, "did you have any toppings?" I asked him from over my shoulder.

He blinked a few times before responding, "Something called the works?"

I nodded knowingly as I pulled out the ingredients. I was scooping ice cream quietly when he spoke again.

"So, you're a diner girl," he stated.

"If that's how you wanna put it," I muttered, putting powdered sugar over the newly added whipped cream on both slices.

"Well that's pretty cool."

I turned around to look at him, "What are you doing here Dean?" I asked him.

"Look, there's nothing going on between me and Lisa if that's what you're worried about."

"That's not what I'm worried about. It's just that . . ." I paused thinking it over, "three days ago, you didn't even know who I was. Now, it's like . . . I see you everywhere," and ironically the song playing throughout the restaurant started singing.

"'Cause you're everywhere to me, when I close my eyes it's you I see"

"Unbelievable," I muttered, shaking my head and turning back around to finish the pies. Priorities, right?

"Hey, don't blame me," he said from behind me, his voice a little annoyed, "Chuck brought me here. Said something about his girlfriend wanting to hang out with people outside of your group," he explained.

"Well, tell him to come over here when you go sit down," I instructed as I set the two slices of apple pie down in front of him.

He decided now was the best time to try it so he forked the point of the pie and shoved into his mouth. His eye widened as he chewed and he looked from the pie to me.

"Holy fuck, this is amazing," he gaped.

"Thank the cook," I shrugged.

He nodded as he picked both plates up and brought them to the booth where Chuck sat waiting. Dean said something to Chuck and he nodded, rising up and walking to me nervously.

"Yes?" Chuck said, shrinking where he stood.

I punched him on the arm, "What the hell, Chuck?"

"I'm sorry!" he said defensively, rubbing his arm, "Becky said people don't just have eye sex like the kind you two had and not have it mean anything."

"You do not realize how weird that sounded," I told him. He shrugged and I continued, "Anyway, I told you guys it didn't mean anything. We stared at each other for like, two seconds, big whoop."

"More like ten minutes," he muttered under his breath, earning himself a pointed look from me.

"Just go eat my pie," I ordered him. While he walked back, I heard the door ring again and I looked to see Crowley saunter over to where I stood. He took a seat at the counter and I crossed my arms, "what?"

"Sassy one, aren't we?" he began, "Your squirrely brother with the awkward haircut and strange fetish for candy said I could find you here. I didn't know he meant behind the counter," looking me up and down, his eye lingering in some places more than others.

"Yo, buddy, eyes up here," I said, gesturing for his eyes to go back to my face.

"That's quite the necklace you've got there," he remarked, nodding at my neck.

"Yeah, I know. Now what do you want, Crowley?"

"Well this is a diner. Maybe I-"

"Crowley," I growled.

He let out a breath, "fine. I have a message from Alastair. He said: 'wear something nice and skimpy,' emphasis on the latter."

I roll my eyes, "tell him to him to expect a t-shirt and a skirt at best."

"That's fine; just make it a short one."

I scoffed, "Yeah, we'll see," I called after him as he walked out the door. I let out a shaky breath and leaned against the counter. I closed my eyes and began rubbing my temples as I felt a headache coming on. I felt a presence standing before me so I slowly opened my eyes to see Dean's bright green ones looking down at me; concern washed his face as he watched me. He opened his mouth to say something but I held up my hand to stop him.

"Don't," I told him wearily, "just . . . don't."


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