Tomorrow was here and Castiel was trying hard to contain his excitement until lunch. He owed Anna big time for this one, and he knew she'd make him pay up in big, but he didn't mind. It'd be worth it. He had a feeling it was. She had managed to help him convince Michael to let him spend the night with the Winchesters, but of course, he had some terms Castiel would have to agree to before anything else happened. He had to call when he got there, and again later on, at least by 11pm, and in the morning when he woke up. And Anna had to promise to keep a watchful eye over the place. He wasn't happy about Anna watching over but Castiel agreed nonetheless. It wasn't open for negotiation and if he wanted to go he would have to agree under Michael's terms. And they weren't that bad. Castiel had expected a solid no from his older brother and that would be the end of it. Thank God for Anna.

Okay that is one saying he would have to cut down on. Maybe a bit of Dean was rubbing off on him.

Castiel kept looking at the clock on the wall all class. The time never seemed to be going fast enough. It never did in this class. Creative Writing with Miss. Becky. That wasn't he actual name but everyone called her Miss. Becky anyways, kind of how they always called Miss Mills, Miss Jody. Castiel regretted taking the course the minute he walked through her door at the beginning of the semester, but not as much as Sam did. They had both taken the open course and both boys were certain that if he was older than he was, she would try to sleep with him. But today he didn't even look over at Sam when Miss Becky was praising him on his short story. All he could think about was heading to lunch to tell Dean that he would be there for dinner later that night.

Dean. The name filled his head, followed by a face. Castiel had virtually every feature of Dean's face burned into his skull. From his neatly messed up dark blonde hair to his emerald eyes and the array of freckles that crossed his face to his pink lips. Oh those lips. How many nights did Castiel fantasize about feeling those lips against his own? About running his fingers through Dean's hair, and Dean running his hand through his hair as well? He couldn't count all the times, they had almost never stopped, from the first moment he met him, and looked into those eyes. At first the thoughts frightened Castiel, but he got used to them. After all, he was, technically speaking, mostly human at the moment, and such things were normal right? Dreaming about your best friend?

The bell ending class snapped Cas violently from his daydream and back to reality. Shitty reality. Putting his binder back into his bag, the blue eyed boy heaved himself up and walked out of the classroom, doing his best to avoid any and all contact with Miss Becky. He was making his way to his locker to get his lunch when an arm was thrown across his shoulders, nearly knocking him over, until a strong hand caught his arm to stop his fall.

"What the-"Castiel began annoyed as he turned around, but face soften immediately as he saw it was Dean. Then it clicked. Dean's arm was just around him, like he did to all those other girls. Castiel's stomach tied up in knots, his heart beat a little faster. Damn human emotions! He was acting like a school girl with a crush, but he didn't care. Not one bit. Dean's arm was still hung around his shoulders.

"So…you coming tonight, or am I gonna have t tell my dad my date stood me up?" He asked, jokingly of course, eyes crinkling at the sides as he smiled. Fuck he was adorable and Cas was pretty sure Dean knew it too.

"Yes I'm coming. But Michael said I had to call when I got there, and in the morning too." He said, rolling his eyes: a habit he picked up from Dean, and one that his older brothers disliked immensely.

"Awesome. Now hurry up and get your crap I made a bet with Sam that we'd be at the lunch table before he was." Dean said as Castiel opened his locker. He had just enough time to get his lunch out before Dean closed his locker, locked it again and was dragging him away by the collar of his trench coat.

The two boys entered the cafeteria ad Dean pretty much ran to their usual table. Good thing too. Castiel saw Sam was running too, but luckily for Dean, Sam had shorter legs. Dean reached the table first. Cas laughed as he reached the table to hear Sam whining about losing the bet.

"But it's your car, Dean. C'mon I thought you were joking about the stupid bet."

"No way, Sammy! You lost. You have to wash my baby. And f you miss a spot you're doing it all over again. That was the deal" Dean said, smirking proudly as Sam sighed in defeat and took out his lunch.

Castiel looked at Dean with a slightly confused look for a moment before asking, "What would have happened if you lost the bet, Dean?"

Castiel thought he saw a tone of pink rise in Dean's cheeks before he looked down and mumbled his answer. Sam repeated it for Castiel, and anybody who happened to walk by at that moment, to hear.

"He'd have to try and pick up Miss Becky, like she was one of the girls he'd normally go after." Castiel laughed along with Sam. Dean only sat there shaking his head at Sam for even coming up with such an evil idea, and silently thanking God that he had won this one.

"So you coming tonight right Castiel? Dad said it'd be nice to see you for more than a few seconds." Sam said.

John was happy that Dean was bringing home a friend that didn't have a skirt that was two sizes too small. And he liked what he'd heard about the Novak family from around town. Tight knit. Always looking out for each other. And apparently very religious. What wasn't to like, really. Dean and Sam had to remind him about a thousand times to get rid of the anti-demon and spirit stuff though. The last thing they needed was for Cas to think their dad was into all that crap…even if he was.

"Yes. I'm coming. I'm just going to drop my stuff off at home then walk to your place." He said, and continued to eat his ham sandwich.

"What? No! I have a car, dude. I can drive you home to get your crap and then drive to our place. It'll take you almost a half hour to walk from your house…and you already walk kind of slow."

Apparently there would be no room for arguing. Dean wasn't going to let Cas walk like he normally would. Holding up his hands in mock surrender, Castiel agreed to meet the brothers by Dean's locker at the end of the day and go from there.

Castiel wasn't overly fond of being in cars. They were small and confining. But it was Dean. And Cas was happy to agree to go.